I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills

### Chapter: 396

Kraush had transcended the demigod status and reached a new realm known as the annihilation deity.

Upon witnessing this, Abella realized that all the plans she had painstakingly built over time had crumbled.

Kraush had burned away all the power of world erosion within him alongside the Awakening of the Holy Sword.

As a result, there was not a speck of world erosion left in his body.

Ideally, she had planned to use Kraush as a vessel to create a god of world erosion, then forge the transcendental materials from him to push the limits of magic.

Abella’s obsession with reincarnation stemmed from the understanding that magical achievements required starting from scratch under environmental constraints.

But what truly drove her was that no reincarnation had ever provided her with a body as gifted in magic as the one she currently possessed, save for her first life.

Abella’s magical talent was exceptionally rare.

Thus, she wished to repeatedly engage in magical research with her current body, making strides toward the truth of magic.

And that was why she fixated on reincarnation.

If she could obtain Arthur’s reincarnation, she could use limitless time with her current body.

However, in this moment, everything she had built since the last cycle shattered before her.

She could no longer create a god of world erosion.

Let alone her own hands thrusting Arthur into the transcendent stone.

Now, she found herself devoid of any methods to grasp reincarnation.

“…Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

It was enough to reveal emotional turmoil from Abella.

The hand gripping her staff trembled uncontrollably.

Even her long eyelashes could not suppress their quaking fury.

Just moments ago, she had been intoxicated with a sense of accomplishment, reveling in joy.

Having lived through countless reincarnations, even that sense of achievement had dulled, causing her emotional tumult to wane.

But the depth of preparation for this plan meant it was not something she could ignore easily.

A chance never to be had again crumbled before her eyes.

And it was all due to a man she believed would simply dance in her plans.

As Abella faced the fuming wrath reflected in Kraush’s red eyes, he sneered.

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t be mad?”

At that moment, the Holy Sword in Kraush’s grasp exploded with brilliance.

It was an incandescent light.

However, unlike before, it burned in a form close to light due to its extreme heat.

“At least now you should understand.”

Boom—

As Kraush stepped forward, the space wobbled as if shaken by his mere presence.

Proof of the overwhelming force concentrating on him.

“Just how pissed off I am.”

Kraush’s white eyes shone fiercely alongside the incandescent flames.

Seeing this, Abella hesitated.

While rage momentarily overwhelmed her senses, this situation was more dangerous than anticipated.

Abella was undoubtedly the strongest magician the world had ever known.

Yet, Kraush now stood in a realm so perilous that even Abella could see it.

He had undoubtedly reached the domain of the gods.

His blade would, without a doubt, cut through even Abella’s defensive magic.

Abella had faced death multiple times during her reincarnation process.

But those deaths always had a safety net.

She would cast her reincarnation spell to transition her memories before meeting her demise.

Yet now, she had no such preparation.

Even if she had, it would mean little.

For Kraush’s blade, having reached divine levels, would likely sever her very soul.

Abella took a step back.

Having lived a life distanced from the concepts of death and finality for so long, she began to faintly sense that very end before her.

So her instincts screamed at her.

If she didn’t want to die here, she needed to flee.

It was then that she realized the true source of her discomfort.

Her body, having lived through aeons, grasped what Abella was yet to recognize.

A realization that she was indeed in grave danger.

Her actions were swift.

Having lived through countless eons, her instincts newly awakened made the optimal judgments in this moment.

Boom!

The soul bond connecting Abella and Kraush snapped.

In the rush to sever that bond, Abella felt an immediate twist of her soul, but she didn’t care.

Reality flooded back into Abella’s eyes.

In a forest somewhere in the Freya Mountains, she faced Kraush, who had just appeared from the giant’s woods.

To buy herself some time, she extracted herself from the soul bond, which Kraush had not released.

But the incandescent light was already streaming from Kraush’s body.

In the end, soul and flesh are intertwined.

His body had already reached the realm of the gods.

It wouldn’t take long for him to shatter the soul bond and awaken.

Any attack made now would result in him recovering swiftly, likely claiming her life at a faster pace.

She had to escape in this immediate gap.

Ultimately, the power gained from the Awakening of the Holy Sword.

The power within Kraush was one destined to extinguish with time.

Knowing this, Abella hesitated to launch into a spatial spell, then stopped abruptly.

She suddenly remembered how utterly confounding the preceding events had been.

Spatial magic was blocked by the anti-space magic Crimson Garden had cast.

As her face turned pale, that white light flickered in her vision.

At that moment, Kraush’s eyelids slowly lifted.

In that instant, when her gaze met his white, glowing eyes, Abella was struck by an unprecedented wave of terror.

Chill!

The long-dreaded and distant fear of death, something she had thought she’d never feel again, gripped her tightly.

Death.

It was now a stark realization she could no longer brush aside.

Kraush would kill her no matter what words were exchanged.

Just as Abella had raged in frustration, Kraush was also unleashing his wrath.

Regardless of whether Abella could fathom his fury, it was already adequately sufficient for him to end her life.

Boom!

At that moment, lightning struck down toward Kraush.

Before Abella could even loosen her stiff body after seeing the flash of lightning, a voice abruptly filled the air.

“Lady Abella, run away!”

The voice belonged to none other than her subordinate, the Hell Fairies.

Having already taken significant damage from Kraush, she, burnt all over, mustered her last drop of magic and cast a spell at him.

Abella, seizing her wits after assessing the situation, decided it was time to act.

Realizing what was at stake in the present, layers of spells enveloped her in an instant.

The dragon unleashed its breath of illusions anew.

Simultaneously, the magic of Crimson Garden activated, crashing down upon Abella.

Boom, boom, boom!

As spells and forces clashed, the skies above the Freya Mountains erupted into chaos.

Yet, Ebelasque and Crimson Garden relentlessly pursued her.

“Get out of the way!”

Abella shouted as she lashed out angrily.

But neither Ebelasque nor Crimson Garden seemed to care.

They stubbornly barred her path with fierce determination.

Sweat dripped from Abella’s face as she cast spell after spell.

Ultimately, as she broke through the dragon’s head and dispelled its magic, a blinding white light emerged before her.

And that light was most definitely not something Abella wished to see again.

“Such a rush to leave?”

When that voice reached her, an explosive roar followed.

Boom!!!

Abella collapsed to the ground, stunned by the immense impact.

Thud—

As she fell, she heard the sound of her barrier shattering.

Just one strike.

That one strike had left undeniable cracks in her previously invincible magical barrier.

Boom—

Simultaneously, Abella heard the sound of something trampling her barrier.

Shifting her gaze, she saw Kraush standing over her, pouring overwhelming strength into the Holy Sword raised above him.

“Feeling cozy lying there?”

His taunting words caused Abella’s eyes to widen.

Just as she attempted to roll away to escape, it was already too late.

“Then stay down for good.”

And Abella’s vision was soon engulfed in a blinding white.

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