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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

Gulirath kicked the corpse of a small Arkanis beside him. His bulging eyes gleamed with something primal. He grabbed the body, lifted it like a doll, then opened his mouth.

He clearly saw how Gulirath's teeth sank into the creature's flesh, how he sucked its bones and screams.

The skin tore. The veins convulsed. Then… Gulirath began to grow.

Snapping sounds, muscular tension, bones stretching, his shoulders rising above the trees, his skin tightening like paper, cracking.

A faint light formed around him—not a glow, but as if the darkness was retreating from him.

"…He started eating his own kind."

Then louder, as he stabbed his sword into the ground:

His words came out as a command, not a plea.

White Star