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"I was nothing... and now, I have one chance to steal everything."

In his previous world, Ethan was just another failure. No talents, no dreams, no hope.
But death wasn’t the end it was a new beginning.
He wakes up in the body of “Valerian Lucard,” the son of a great family... but the weakest among them. Neglected, shunned, broken.

But this time, things are different.

He has an unbelievable ability:
Fate Theft.
Skills, talents, future opportunities... he can steal them, but at a heavy price.
And the worst part? What’s stolen... never lasts.

Now begins his race against everyone: the elites, the geniuses, the chosen heroes.
Not because he's strong, but because he refuses to be nothing... ever again.

In this world, either you steal glory... or everything gets stolen from you.

thief of fate

Inside the grand training hall. Every corner of the hall was filled with the sounds of strikes, cries of effort, the rapid stomping of feet, and the clash of wooden and metal weapons.

But amidst this clamor... there was a different kind of sound.

Valerian stood alone in one of the corners, surrounded by two walls of massive mirrors. His body was stiff, muscles tense, and his gaze fixed on his reflection. His eyes monitored every movement, every slight tremble in the shoulder or minor tilt in the foot. In front of him was a dagger specifically designed for training, light but sturdy enough to simulate reality.

"Phantom Stab, attempt number nineteen," he muttered softly.

Two Confessions in the Light