[EP.2] Banpoon has changed
The world is unfair and shitty.
This was what Krasch always thought.
I realized that when I was around 8 years old.
The day I picked up a sword along with my older brothers and sisters.
Krasch realized that the world had abandoned him.
This was because he felt very poor at wielding a sword.
Actually, does it make sense for an 8-year-old to swing a sword in the first place?
The family that Krasch belonged to was one where that average response did not apply.
The strongest family in the Staron Kingdom.
Valheim.
All of my immediate descendants born there were geniuses, and all of them were bastards.
That is, except for one person, Krashu, Valheim’s shameful youngest child.
Nevertheless, I struggled and somehow managed to crawl into the generation of the sky.
The last one was ultimately the betrayal of those I thought were my colleagues.
A body that can only contain curses.
Well, it was a pathetic life.
Krasch thought so.
Until I opened my eyes today.
Flash!
Crasch looked at the dimly lit ceiling through his open eyes.
Cold sweat drenched my entire body.
At the same time, he saw his hand stretched forward.
A hand stretched out towards Arthur, struggling to the end.
Crasch, who had been staring blankly at the hand, gradually began to come to his senses.
Memmeam-
The sound of cicadas whispered into my ear from beyond the window.
The flash of light coming in showed me that it was currently a summer day.
The unique summer heat made beads of sweat form on my forehead.
The world that was being destroyed was experiencing a bitterly cold winter, so it was the complete opposite of the season.
His eyes turned to his hands again.
“Huh?”
Because the hand that was reflected in his eyes was fine.
Krasch’s thinking was paralyzed.
Then he realized one more thing.
This was because one eye, which was clearly not visible, could see clearly.
That wasn’t all.
My entire body felt strangely light, unlike before.
Juruk-
Beads of sweat slowly trickled down Crasch’s forehead and down to his cheeks.
I looked around and saw that this room was familiar.
Because it was the room he stayed in when he stayed at Valheim Street in the past.
What is this situation now?
The answer was simple.
‘I can’t believe it.’
Finally, the black hood that was held in the hand that was stretched out towards Arthur.
His own skill, which he used in the vague hope that he might be able to steal the skill as well.
‘Arthur’s return was stolen.’
The moment I realized that fact, I got goosebumps.
At the same time, Krasch looked down at his hands.
Just in case, I never thought I could have actually stolen the skill.
Krasch squeezed his hand.
The thrill of knowing that the last gamble had succeeded surged through my body.
‘Actually, I could have checked it a long time ago.’
It is an ability that can even steal curses.
It may have been natural that the skill could be stolen.
But Krasch didn’t bother to test it.
Even if I stole it, I would not have the confidence to use the skills that others have spent a lifetime honing.
By the time I thought I could steal skills, my body had already been damaged by the curse.
Not only that, but his Black Hood had obvious shortcomings.
‘The difficulty of stealing is ultimately a relative evaluation.’
Even a stone picked up on the street can be the most precious thing to someone.
In that case, even if it is just a single stone, it is not easy to steal it with the Black Hood.
‘The condition is the lock that appears when using the Black Hood.’
The conditions for the lock that appears when Black Hood is activated are very different.
And only when that condition is met can the lock be opened and what is inside be obtained.
That was the Black Hood.
‘So abilities are even more difficult to steal.’
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Of course, one’s abilities are the most precious thing for any person.
As a result, the conditions are so difficult that it is not easy to steal.
‘But what happened in this case?’
When he stole Arthur’s Return, Krasch did not see the lock.
He stole Arthur’s return simply by activating the Black Hood.
How was that possible?
‘Just in case.’
A thought crossed Krasch’s mind.
Krasch had a vague feeling that he had received something from Arthur.
The feeling that he was tired in the early evening and was just blankly repeating tasks.
In Crasch’s view, Arthur had already regressed several times.
Regression is obviously a huge thing.
If you repeat it again and again, the general mind cannot endure.
Even more so if the world is heading towards destruction.
‘So Arthur must have made the choice to pass on the memories of those three years.’
Even if I had to go back again, I might have wanted to at least have someone by my side.
The problem is that he wasn’t even treated as such.
‘Anyway, in Arthur’s mind, he already wanted to erase the ability to return.’
As a result, it was possible to steal the return so easily that there was no need to even create a lock.
‘For Arthur, return is.’
Maybe it was a curse.
It’s a curse that I want to escape from somehow.
“wait for a sec.”
Then, suddenly, another thought crossed Crasch’s mind.
He stole Arthur’s return and returned to the past.
So what happened to the Arthur he knew?
‘What the Black Hood stole will not remain with the other party.’
If it remains in the first place, it cannot be said that it was stolen.
If the return was stolen from Arthur, then it is clear that there is no return in Arthur.
So does this mean that the Arthur he knew was left behind in the previous episode, where he is now being destroyed?
In front of a meteor shower of destruction and erosion of the world?
“ha ha ha.”
A laugh began to leak out of Krashu’s mouth.
“It looks bad. “Arthur.”
Who would have known that the return you hated so much would eventually betray you in the end?
Krasch stood up and sneered at Arthur.
There was no particular sympathy for him, who treated himself as nothing more than a tool.
In fact, shouldn’t I instead receive a thank you message?
Because he brought back the return he hated so much.
‘So what year is it now?’
However, Krasch also had the same problems as Arthur.
That means knowing the end of this world.
A destruction that even the generations of the firmament could not prevent.
If you don’t stop it, you too will die.
“Rotten.”
Krasch got up from the bed, swearing.
Then I felt a moderately muscular body.
Even though I had no talent, I swung my sword every day just to survive.
Although he was poor compared to his brothers, he still had at least some muscle.
But this wasn’t enough.
Krasch’s eyes turned to the full-length mirror reflecting himself.
I think he’s around early teens.
He was shorter than in his memory, and his bright blue eyes were clearly visible.
‘Can we stop it?’
At best, I was treated only as a tool to absorb curses.
Is it possible to prevent the destruction of the world?
Krasch, who was wondering such a question, clenched his fists.
‘Stop talking bullshit.’
It is not a question of whether it can be prevented, but whether it must be prevented.
Because if it perishes, you too will be left behind.
There was no choice there.
As such, Krasch rushed out of the visit.
A desolate hallway that he had not seen in a long time caught his eyes.
This was a place called Cheongsonggwan in Valheim where he spent his childhood a long time ago.
It could be interpreted as Cheongsonggwan, but it could also be interpreted as a place where the most corrupt members of Valheim’s direct lineage are exiled.
Cheongsong-gwan is a small coffin that can be run by only one butler and three maids at most.
‘The reason I’m here.’
It was said that the proof ceremony that took place when I was about 10 years old had been completed.
“young master? “Where are you going in such a hurry?”
At that moment, the butler spoke to him outside.
The name of the deacon with a prominent white beard is Aliod.
He was a deacon assigned to Cheongsong-gwan following him.
When he saw that face, Crasch’s eyes widened for a moment.
‘I see. ‘Aliod was also alive at the time.’
This was because Aliod was the only butler in Valheim who cared for him.
Krasch called his name for the first time in a long time.
“Aliod.”
“Yes, master.”
Seeing Aliod lowering his head upon hearing his call, Crashu also laughed along with him.
“When are you going to use the poison that your third brother gave you to kill me, the shame of the family?”
Aliod’s face became thick and stiff.
Krasch was still smiling while looking at that scene.
Aliod, the deacon of Cheongsonggwan.
When he was about 14 years old, the stew he was eating was poisoned by his third brother, and this was the first betrayal that Krashu experienced in his life.
He was the culprit.
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Aliod’s mind was filled with confusion.
Krasch Valheim in front of him was a direct descendant of Valheim, who was assigned to him at birth.
The Staron Kingdom is the only kingdom that can compete with the Epanian Empire, the world’s most powerful nation.
The only reason the Staron Kingdom could compare to the Empire was because of Valheim.
All direct descendants born there have an innate sense of inaction.
Therefore, the Empire was too hasty to do anything about Staron.
But the Krashu Valheim in front of me was different.
Originally, if they were a direct descendant of Valheim, many gods had already chosen them before they were 10 years old and presented conditions for a contract.
To the gods, the more outstanding the contractor, the higher his status, so the immediate descendants of the Valheim family were always prioritized by the gods.
But Krasch Walheim was different.
A proof ceremony coming down to Valheim Street.
At the age of 10, Krasch was unable to make a contract with any god, even at the proof ceremony where he showed how outstanding he was to the Valheim family.
Even his innate inaction is terrible.
In the end, he was considered a disgrace to Valheim and was driven out to Cheongsonggwan.
His butler, Aliod, was also devastated.
It was because his direct descendants, whom he had to follow for the rest of his life, were so poor, his future was also predetermined.
“Do, master, what do you mean?”
Aliod spat at Crashu with a puzzled expression.
Until yesterday, it was Krasch who was pessimistic about his life and looked like a fool.
I didn’t expect him to recognize the offer he received just a few days ago.
That wasn’t all.
‘Has something changed?’
Krasch’s eyes seemed to have lost the will to live, and there was no feeling of strength at all.
That fact made me give up on Aliod even more, but something was different today.
There was a strangely strong desire in his eyes.
It was as if a person had changed overnight.
‘What on earth?’
What happened last night?
Even if it happened last night, I don’t remember anything other than that he fell asleep from exhaustion while swinging his sword.
While Aliod was confused.
Crasch slowly stroked his forehead.
Perhaps because there is no curse, the texture of the hair is quite good.
Even though it was a disgrace to the family, it was thanks to him being well managed since he was a noble representing Staron.
It won’t be long before this becomes as soft as your heart.
‘You’re panicking.’
Looking at Aliod’s face, I thought it would be a little different this time.
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