I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills

The originally planned witch hunt to corner Kraush.

Taria’s interference midway completely derailed the situation.

However, thanks to that, Rona realized one thing.

“Taria, you should have told me beforehand that you’re a servant of the World Eroder.”

Rona is a servant of the Black Witch.

Therefore, she had been informed of something in advance.

That there was a servant of the World Eroder helping Kraush inside the academy.

Just as Crimson Garden failed to recognize a servant of the Black Witch,

The Black Witch also couldn’t immediately identify the servants of Crimson Garden.

Usually, Crimson Garden’s servants deliberately display signs around their necks to indicate their allegiance.

But Taria intentionally used a specially crafted turtleneck shirt to hide the power of the World Erosion, just in case.

Rona fiddled with the magic tool around her neck, seemingly regretful.

If this magic tool could reveal that Taria was a servant of the World Eroder, things would have been better.

‘Unfortunately, this magic tool I made is a fake.’

Rona’s skills in crafting magic tools were undeniably considered genius.

But even Rona wasn’t so omnipotent.

There was no way she could instantly create a miraculous magic tool that exclusively identified servants of the World Eroder.

Thus, Rona had merely created a fake tool that reacted to Mirei.

Mirei was unknowingly a servant implanted by the Black Witch.

After all, those ignorant about magic tools would blindly believe in their power once it was revealed that Mireille was a servant of the World Eroder.

The problem was that this had exposed her identity to Taria.

“Unlucky.”

Except for one thing.

The magic tool she held, which could trigger and unleash the World Erosion, was real.

It was a magic tool born from combining her craftsmanship with the Black Witch’s dark sorcery.

[ The Black Witch, that woman. Did she copy my power? ]

Crimson Garden belatedly realized the process of Rona’s sword’s creation.

In the past, Crimson Garden, who was part of Ixion, used to unleash and gather the power of World Erosion.

The Black Witch then adapted her ability, recreated dark sorcery, and crafted such a magic tool.

At that moment, Rona’s magic tools moved in unison once more.

As the flying magic tools came toward her, Taria dodged skillfully, prompting Rona to deliberately raise her voice.

“Taria, can you stop interfering as a fellow servant of the World Eroder?”

If it were revealed that Taria was also a servant of the World Eroder, she’d be in trouble too.

At the very least, her normal school life at Rahern Academy would come to an end.

Thus, Rona raised her voice intentionally to draw attention to the situation.

However, she noticed something odd—Denver, the assistant professor of theology, who was desperately pouring his energy into stopping Mirei, didn’t react at all.

Realizing this, Rona touched her neck and frowned.

Taria had used magic to block the sound from reaching others.

‘Sharp as ever.’

Taria’s response was swift, befitting the top graduate of the first place of the Magic Department.

It was as if she could see right through Rona’s intentions.

Crackle!

But that didn’t mean Taria had the upper hand.

This time, her signature lightning magic was absorbed by Rona’s magic tool designed as a lightning rod.

Unable to use her specialty magic, Taria was at a significant disadvantage.

Yet Taria’s expression didn’t waver as she glared at Rona.

Her resolve wasn’t shaken.

Rona, controlling her magic tools with ease, fell into thought.

‘What to do.’

If she lingered here any longer and more professors, including the assistant professor, arrived, Rona would have no way out.

But retreating now, after causing all this commotion without gaining anything, was equally unsatisfying.

The Black Witch wanted Ignis, which Kraush possessed.

At the very least, Rona needed something to put on the bargaining table with him.

‘A trade.’

A term used when exchanging items of value.

So what could be considered valuable to Kraush in this situation?

Rona’s mind raced.

‘In the end, a hostage is the best option.’

The students gathered at Rahern Academy were all skilled individuals.

Trying to kidnap any of them carelessly could lead to delays, which would be troublesome for her.

Therefore, she needed to pick someone Kraush valued highly but wouldn’t require much time to capture.

‘There is someone.’

In that moment, a specific individual flashed through her mind.

Magic tools began spinning rapidly around her body.

She was preparing to escape the theology building.

Crackle!

It was then.

A storm of thunderbolts erupted violently from Taria’s body in an instant.

The storm of lightning bolts surged past Rona, striking the walls of the theology building. Blue currents of electricity spread across the entire wall.

Within that electrified space, Taria slowly adjusted her glasses.

“I can hear the sound of your scheming all the way from here.”

Her clothes and hair fluttered, carried by the electric current emanating from her body.

Chill!

The sight was undeniably dangerous, even from Rona’s perspective.

“…How?”

Rona’s eyes widened in shock.

Taria was freely manipulating her lightning-based magic.

The lightning rod magic tool should have absorbed all of her lightning magic.

It made no sense.

“Did you really think you could suppress me with just one magic tool? That’s far too naive.”

At that moment, Rona’s gaze fell upon the lightning rod magic tool.

It was charred black, clearly no longer functional.

How much lightning magic had Taria poured into it to render it so utterly broken?

‘This magic tool was designed to absorb most lightning-based magic for at least a week.’

Rona was beginning to understand what kind of person the top graduate of Rahern Academy’s first-generation of the Magic Department was.

Someone who had reached the pinnacle in a place where only those striving for the peak of magic gathered.

A person whose talent operated on a completely different plane of understanding.

Crackle!

As Rona stood stunned, the currents around Taria grew even fiercer.

Her entire body was engulfed in lightning magic.

The intensity of the lightning was so extreme that even her hair glowed in shades of white and blue.

The Thunder King.

A sight that perfectly matched the epithet she would later be known by.

“I need to deal with the rampaging Mirei quickly, and honestly, I’m a little embarrassed I didn’t catch onto this sooner.”

Taria raised her right hand.

Zap!

A magic tool that had been stealthily flying toward her was struck by her lightning magic and incinerated instantly.

It was destroyed before it had a chance to activate.

Seeing this, Rona instinctively swallowed hard.

“Let’s end this quickly.”

Taria’s figure disappeared.

By the time Rona’s eyes caught her movement, it was already too late.

Crack!

“Ahhh!”

A powerful shock and a storm of lightning struck Rona square in the solar plexus, swallowing her whole in an instant.

Bent into the shape of a “ㄱ” and flung into the air, Rona’s consciousness briefly flickered.

But the assault didn’t end there.

The moment her body was suspended midair, a fist slammed down from above, striking her back with incredible force.

Boom!

Rona, who had taken two consecutive hits in an instant, was driven into the ground.

As if that weren’t enough, an additional surge of electricity coursed through her body, making her convulse uncontrollably.

Her magic tools scrambled to restrain Taria, moving urgently to counter her.

However, orbs of electric charge that had formed around Taria’s body blocked all of them effortlessly.

She was strong.

Taria was demonstrating exactly what it meant to be the top graduate of Rahern Academy’s Magic Department. She was utterly overwhelming.

Rona, battered by Taria’s relentless attacks, swallowed hard.

If this continued, she would lose.

She needed to use everything she had at her disposal, no matter what.

Determined, she clenched her teeth tightly, activating something hidden within her.

A small, concealed magic tool embedded inside her snapped into place.

Vrooooom!

In that instant, Taria’s descending fist was stopped by something.

Through the sparks that erupted from the clash, Taria’s half-narrowed eyes widened slightly.

A blade had formed from countless black particles, assembling into the shape of a sword.

The energy radiating from the sword was unmistakably that of the World Erosion.

The proof was clear—it had stopped Taria’s lightning-enveloped fist.

Rona’s appearance also changed.

Tiny particles now swirled around her body, forming a suit of jet-black armor as if she were clad in dark plate.

This was Jebilairon, a magic tool Rona had spent her entire life researching and creating, enhanced with the Black Witch’s dark sorcery.

The countless black particles, numbering in the tens of millions, were each individual magic tools.

Rona, her face now covered by Jebilairon, forced a weary smile.

“See you next time.”

The moment those words left her mouth, a burst of light erupted from her, sweeping through the surroundings.

The unexpected flash was so intense that even Taria had to squeeze her eyes shut and retreat momentarily.

Even as she recoiled, she instinctively unleashed her lightning magic.

Crackle!

The sound of the lightning striking something echoed sharply as Taria hurried to regain her sight.

By the time her vision cleared, Rona was already gone.

“Fuck!”

She spat out a curse and quickly looked up, only to see the entrance of the theology building completely destroyed.

She had intentionally used her lightning magic to seal off the entire building.

Yet Rona had recklessly broken through it and escaped.

The sheer power of Jebilairon was now evident to her.

‘I lost her.’

As that thought crossed her mind, Taria clenched her teeth tightly and prepared to dash after her.

Boom! Crash! Crash!

But just then, the sound of Mirei’s rampage erupted from behind her.

Beyond the divine barrier, black tentacles thrashed violently, hammering against the shield with relentless force.

The trembling barrier seemed dangerously close to shattering.

Below it, Denver, drenched in cold sweat and with blood trickling from his nose, was desperately holding back Mirei’s rampage.

The Black Witch’s influence had turned Mirei’s divine power into the force of World Erosion, manifesting as black tentacles.

Even though she was the youngest to rise to the position of cardinal, Mirei still possessed immense holy power.

It was obvious that Denver, as merely a high priest, couldn’t handle her alone.

At this rate, Denver would succumb to Mirei before any other professors or assistant professors could arrive.

Taria hesitated for a brief moment.

If she left Denver now, he would likely be overwhelmed, leading to a disastrous outcome.

If that happened, Mirei might also be beyond saving.

Should she help him first?

Or should she chase after Rona?

[ Taria, prioritize stopping the cardinal girl. ]

As her mind raced, Crimson Garden’s voice echoed clearly in her head.

[ That one has finally descended, it seems. ]

Hearing those words, Taria let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“Haaaah, I really am such a disgrace to my juniors.”

After all her big talk, this is how things had turned out.

She exhaled deeply, as if embarrassed, and turned her body toward Mirei.

Electric currents erupted from her once again.

If this was how things were going to be, she would do what she could.

“Mirei, this is going to hurt a little.”

She resolved to subdue Mirei.

＊ ＊ ＊

Amidst the chaos in Rahern Academy caused by the commotion at the Theology Building,

Rona was sprinting through Rahern Academy.

Her body creaked all over.

This was because her entire body was a mess from excessively taking hits from Taria’s attacks.

If she hadn’t prepared Jebilairon as a trump card, she would have been defeated on the spot.

“Huff, huff.”

Rona leaned against the wall, catching her breath.

It made sense, as associate professors were busy running around nearby.

Had the fact that she was the servant of a World Eroder already spread?

She couldn’t be certain, but she moved discreetly to avoid being caught as much as possible.

Given the circumstances, she had no choice but to resort to her last option.

She resolved to proceed with her original plan to take someone suitable as a hostage and escape.

If she had the Black Witch’s assistance, she could escape quickly.

With that in mind, the place she infiltrated was none other than the male dormitory.

It was still class time for most students, so the dormitory was conveniently empty.

Instead, a few custodians and attendants had gathered outside, startled by the commotion.

Avoiding their gaze, Rona opened a window and climbed inside.

Once inside, she placed her hand on the wall.

A portion of Jebilairon that had disappeared from her face flowed into the wall.

While holding her breath and waiting, soon her eyes gleamed.

‘Found it.’

The moment she located her target, she raised her hand.

A dagger materialized in her grasp, glowing faintly.

Without hesitation, Rona hurled the dagger toward a specific spot on the ceiling.

Thwack!

The dagger passed through without leaving a single mark on the ceiling.

Confirming this, she closed her eyes.

When her eyes opened again, she found herself inside a room.

This room belonged to none other than Kraush.

Beyond the closed door.

“Hmm, mm♪”

A humming sound could be heard as someone brewed tea.

It was the voice of Alicia, who was enjoying a break after tidying up the room as usual.

Being an ordinary person, Alicia seemed completely unaware of the intruder who had entered Kraush’s room.

Rona moved quietly, placing her hand on the doorknob.

Alicia was Kraush’s personal maid.

According to the information she’d gathered, Kraush also seemed to care about Alicia quite a bit.

If Alicia were kidnapped, Kraush surely wouldn’t remain idle.

Just as Rona prepared to open the door to take Alicia hostage.

“You’d better not open that door.”

At that moment, she felt a chilling sensation run down her spine as she heard a voice from behind.

As she froze in place, she finally sensed the presence she had overlooked until now.

There sat a boy.

Beneath his dark blue hair, his bandaged hands, raw and scarred, gently brushed against his fingertips.

And when he slowly lowered his hand, his blue eyes shone vividly.

“If you open that, you won’t be able to handle the consequences.”

The direct descendant of Valheim and the top student of the second-generation in the Martial Arts Department.

Kraush Valheim.

Having returned from his training, he was there.

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