Became a Munchkin Skill Thief

Episode 66 I’m here to pick a fight

One day, an empty lot.

A woman was brandishing a sword.

A woman with short ponytail hair mixed with black and gold.

The sound of cutting through the wind resounded clearly whenever her sword surged.

At that moment, a single footstep resounded through the sword.

“Hey, you work hard every day. Is this why you entered the master?”

At the same time, a man with a belly appeared with a ravenous laugh somewhere.

But despite his appearance, the woman just wielded her sword in silence.

The man with a stomach didn’t pay much attention to it, and sat down on a chair provided at the training ground.

“Or are you continuing to wield your sword to try to forget it because it broke after challenging Rakuten?”

At that moment, the towering woman’s sword stopped.

Lacladion, a woman called the light of the Demon Palace.

She was also the only person in the Demonic Palace to step into the beginning of the Master.

With drops of sweat pouring down like rain, her eyes slowly began to turn to him with a belly.

It was an expression of disapproval, but the man with a belly just laughed at it.

“Don’t stare at me too much with your pretty eyes. I’m excited.”

“Derek, are you here to pick a fight? The place where I was beaten while talking nonsense in the past must have not yet matured.”

“No, I came here after hearing a story that would make our Lakradion thrilled. Or have you already heard of it.”

The man called Derek searched his pockets with a hearty laugh.

Then he flew the paper airplane he had made to Lakradion.

After receiving the paper airplane, Lakradion opened it.

And I soon found out that it was an announcement.

“A direct descendant of Balheim is challenging Nakcheon. They said they were looking for people to go with them for that.”

“…… That’s what it was.”

“Lark, it means that you can’t even try again, and it might end.”

Lacladion’s eyebrows twitched.

Then he ripped up the paper and threw it on the floor.

“It has nothing to do with me.”

Derrick looked at it blankly, then sighed.

“Haa, Lark, I know. The day you fell to optimism, how did you feel? He’s a disaster. He’s a monster And since I want to overcome that monster, I know all too well that you wielded the sword so alone.”

Derek said that and stood up from his seat.

“But how long does he intend to be bound by Rakuten? That’s stubborn and stubborn. If it is you, can’t you move on to a wider world?”

This is Derek, who was once a colleague of hers.

It was a pity that I had to live there, tied to the catastrophe called optimism.

“Think about this once. Seeing the optimism that has grown too big in your heart collapse, won’t you change your mind a bit?”

Derek was the last to say that.

Lacladion’s eyes stared blankly at the scene and turned to the torn notice.

It is said that optimism is broken.

Lacladion swallowed a laugh.

Unfortunately, Derek’s words will not come true.

Because he really is a specter beyond mere skill.

Just as she couldn’t break the sword no matter how much she trained herself, she thought that even Valheim would have the same result in the end.

‘…… I just stopped training for no reason.’

With the thought that only got her in the mood, she repeated her training again.

It took a long time to do so, and it was already night.

Tonight, she swung only the sword until night, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Growl-

Seeing that I was hungry, I thought I would have to take a nap.

So she stopped by her usual room, washed her face lightly, and went to a restaurant she frequented.

“Puhahahahaha, how funny it was to see that little boy sitting idly by with his housekeeper.”

“It’s not the guy who rolled in from somewhere that knocks down Rakuten, it’s our Fendallord. Valheim is a place where you lose your campaign. Captain, right?”

“Don’t take it for granted.”

At that moment, Lakradion twitched his eyebrows as he heard a raucous voice coming from inside the restaurant.

‘I came for a late dinner, and there were no passengers.’

Indeed, this restaurant is the best restaurant in the castle palace.

There was nothing strange about her since there were others besides herself.

It’s just that it’s a gang that doesn’t usually get along very well.

The Fendal Lord, a gang gathered around Fendal, the top-notch expert.

It was a part where you could feel how high his self-esteem was just by seeing him form a team with his name on it.

Actually, it was worth it.

It was because he reigned like a king in the Demon Palace.

“Huh?”

When Lakradion appeared, Fendal’s eyes turned this way.

With gray hair, he caught a glimpse of a tattoo of a wolf, the symbol of Fendalrod, tucked through his shirt.

His face was dyed red, but he looked quite drunk.

Fendal smirked as soon as he saw Lakradion.

“Hey, isn’t it Miss Lachradione? Where are you going to train today?”

Lacladion didn’t even listen and walked inside.

Then, when he sat down in his usual seat, Fendal stood up with a smirk on his face.

“Don’t be too harsh, let’s talk. Are you my colleague?”

Fendal, who had approached the seat next to Lakradion while holding a bottle of wine, paid no heed to her ignorance.

“You heard that too, right? The news that a direct descendant of Balheim would challenge Rakuten. Wow, the optimism that even the light of the Demonic Palace has yet to challenge.”

“… ….”

“Besides, they say he’s a kid who hasn’t even grown up yet. They didn’t know who the owner of the Demon Palace was and they installed it arbitrarily.”

Seeing that, the Fendalrod gang quickly acted.

I warned the people around me not to put them in the recruitment announcements for direct descendants of Balheim.

Although his subordinates did it on their own, Fendal did not restrain himself and stood by.

It was because he was also Valheim, and he was displeased with wandering around the palace of demons.

“…… The owner of the Demon Palace?”

At that moment, La Cradion finally opened his mouth.

She looked back at Fendal, who was slowly chattering wildly with very cold eyes.

The energy in her eyes was so savage that even Fendal stopped.

“Where is the owner? Fendal, you must have gone through the same day as I did that day, optimism. On that subject, do you still consider yourself as great as having been to the 8th floor of the Palace of Demons?”

Lacladion is the beginning of the Master.

In addition, I am already thirty years old.

Despite the fact that there are so many people who train themselves until they die in this vast world with a population of more than 100 million, it is the master level that does not even reach four digits.

In addition, the reality is that more than half of that number struggles without being able to escape from the beginning of the master.

The wall to grow from the highest level of expert to master is high.

However, higher than that wall was the path from the beginning to the intermediate level.

However, Fendal is the highest level of experts.

Thanks to a few special conditions, he is worthy of being roughly comparable to Lakradion, but he struggles even to become a master in the end.

It was shocking to see him pretending to be the owner of the Demon Palace.

“Really? So, what was the difference between you and me back then?”

At Fendal’s question, Lakradion’s mouth fell shut.

Fendal gave up further efforts and focused on making Yang Fendalod’s gang, the owner of the Demonic Palace, over the course of five years.

On the other hand, Lakradion still couldn’t let go of the sword, and he was wielding only the sword, even past his marriageable age.

Even though he swung his sword every day since that day, Lakradion is still an introductory master.

And Fendal, who focused on creating the Fendal Road gang, was also the top-notch expert, just like that day.

Nothing has changed between the two of them.

“Wasn’t it this disgusting reality that no matter what we did, it would end up the same?”

Lacladion looked down.

Even if it is the realm of the master that everyone looks up to.

Those who have reached mastery know.

It is the real geniuses who rise above it.

Lacladion was blocked in front of that wall.

“Rark, please be aware. No matter how hard you and I try, we are eventually trapped in this Demon Palace. This is where you can never get out.”

Fendal said that and lifted the bottle from his table.

“…… Still.”

At that moment, Lakradion’s mouth opened again.

“I will continue to swing my sword.”

Seeing that, Fendal shrugged his shoulders with a deflated expression.

“Oh, yes.”

Thinking that he was wasting his energy on something useless, Fendal returned to his seat.

He intended to have a drink with his gang again.

When he returned to his seat, he found that his group was unusually quiet.

The moment he felt doubt about that fact, a person shone in his eyes.

He is the one sitting where he was sitting a moment ago.

“It looks like Saddam is over, isn’t it?”

“You.”

The moment Fendall saw him, he slowly began to notice his true identity.

That black hair color and blue eyes.

I was sure.

Krasche Valheim.

He was a direct descendant of Balheim, who was said to have come to the Palace of Demons.

Fendal’s eyebrows furrowed.

Judging from that relaxed attitude and eyes looking at him, it seemed like he knew everything.

‘You kid, you know I’ve disturbed you.’

Fendal stood in front of Krashu with a flirtatious attitude.

Fendal, who was about half a head taller than Krashu, who was still growing, used his height to create a sense of intimidation.

“What’s the business of a direct descendant of Balheim?”

Hearing the word Valheim, Lakradio also turned around belatedly.

With or without it, Krashu stood up from his chair calmly.

“I am usually quite benevolent.”

The sudden words continued.

“But I have no mercy for those who get in my way.”

“hahahaha, so let’s play a game?”

Fendall walked with a sneer all over her face.

In Fendal’s eyes, Krashu was a guy who had just entered the top class of an expert.

Obviously considering a guy his age, he was a hugely talented kid.

Yes, of course.

Because he is a direct descendant of Valheim.

But to put it the other way around, it sounded like he was under him now.

Because the difference between those who have just started out and those who have gained experience there is obvious.

Even though Fendal is blocked by the master’s wall, he is standing right in front of that wall.

The level difference with Krashu was obvious.

“It is not common to have top-notch experts. It’s a skill enough to be used in the Valheim Knights.”

At that moment, despite Fendal’s threats, Krashu’s words continued calmly.

The moment Fendal looked at him, as if not understanding what this guy was trying to say, Krashu painted a smile on his lips.

“So Fendal, I want to hire you into the Knights of Valheim.”

Fendal hesitated.

The Knights of Valheim.

No matter how much you reign as a king in the Demon Palace, it is a completely different story to enter the frame of Valheim.

In the end, Maseong Palace cannot avoid being treated as a bully in the back alley.

In fact, Fendal has experienced many times that knights of a lower level than him treat him as a courtesan.

However, the reality was that they couldn’t bear to do anything about them because of their family’s status.

But what if you enter Valheim?

All the knights who ignored him will look up to him.

For an instant, greed passed in Fendal’s eyes.

I have already acquired enough of the strength and wealth that I could get from the Demonic Palace.

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The only thing that could fill him up now was the desire for honor.

“…… Really?”

“Okay, you can bring all these guys here.”

Fendalod swallowed his saliva when he said that he would hire even the gang.

In front of those greedy eyes, Krashu smiled slowly.

“The name of the Knights would be Puppy. Barking like a dog is perfect for you.”

However, Fendal’s eyes froze as soon as he heard the words that followed.

At the same time, anger slowly began to form on his face.

“…… Are you kidding me now?”

Krashu looked back at him with a smile that had disappeared.

It was because whenever he boasted that he was the king in the palace of demons, when Valheim’s proposal came, the duplicity of his eyes was disgusting.

So I decided to let you know.

“Yes, you are making fun of me. Climb.”

That’s what provocation is all about.