I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills

### Chapter: 435

The Candidate for a High-Tier God, Verita.

She was slouched in her chair, wearing a face that screamed boredom.

The reason was simple.
“Do I really have to sit through this?”

Recently, there were whispers about what went down at the opening of the Lower World Gate.
Rumor has it, someone came through that gate and annihilated low-tier gods, then took out about twenty mid-tier gods for good measure.

And that person was none other than the well-known thief’s child from the middle realm.

Verita wasn’t unaware of that.
She clearly remembered the overwhelming aura when Kraush took down Abella that day. Even she, then a mid-tier god, could feel it.

But in the end, he was just a human.
And that same human was now out there, causing havoc and killing gods divine-style.

Lately, things had been quiet though.
But with their own gods getting wiped out, the high-tier gods were fuming.

“They said this time the Lower World Gate is a trap to lure him in.”

If low-tier gods are successfully sent through the Lower World Gate, that’s a win.
But if Kraush shows up and interferes, they might catch him, which would be a bonus.

The hassle was that the high-tier gods in her faction were all a bunch of lazy bums.
They don’t rush to show off their power because, you know, using their strength could leave an opening for rival factions to sneak in.

High-tier gods are a kind of balancing act.
So, they didn’t want to just waltz in swinging their fists.

Especially since Kraush had ties to the Thief God.
The Thief God’s past mischief still haunted their memories.

She had taken out a whopping hundred and eighty-two high-tier gods single-handedly.
Just like that, she vanished, leaving chaos in her wake.

So, none of them wanted to make a reckless move regarding Kraush.
If he was alone, a high-tier god would have slapped him down by now.
But what if Kraush was actually bait set by the Thief God?

If a high-tier god tried to take him down, they could end up getting taken down themselves.
And that would leave a nice scar on their faction, for sure.

That was exactly why the high-tier gods hadn’t budged yet.

The real issue was that among the mid-tier gods, the best fighter was Verita, and she got stuck with the gig.
They didn’t want to take initiative, so they pushed her into action instead.

But Verita couldn’t shake the faces of those condescending high-tier gods from her mind.
“Ugh, how annoying.”

In a way, Verita was also a trigger.
If she got taken down by Kraush, the high-tier gods would rally together and come out swinging in revenge.

If that unity happened, they might finally be able to take on the Thief God.
So this Lower World Gate was both bait and a catalyst.

And at that moment, Verita was feeling the heat.
“I’m supposed to lose?”

Even though she hadn’t become a high-tier god yet, she was strong enough to be considered a candidate.
No mid-tier god stood a chance against her, and even those who had become mid-tier gods before her were far behind.

Yet now, she was expected to accept that she could lose.
“Hmph.”

That chuckle of hers unleashed a chilling wind.
Mid-tier gods instinctively shrank back from the aura she radiated.

“I really hope he shows up.”
So she could squash those prissy high-tier gods’ expectations right into the dirt while casually kidnapping the Thief God’s kid.

It was just the moment of her rage dawning.

“Verita, another mid-tier god has arrived from Partes!”

One of her loyal mid-tier gods, wrapped in a cloak, reported excitedly.
“Their name…”
“Maios.”

She seemed uninterested and waved her finger dismissively.
“Never heard of them. Just have him come by to make a quick impression.”

Most likely, the mid-tier gods were just sent over for fluff by their factions.
Hence, she didn’t care much for any of them from the get-go.

“I heard they sent another low-tier god too.”
But when she heard that, Verita’s eyes popped wide open.
“Low-tier god?”
“Yes, they say he’s a decent find and want to send him through the Lower World Gate.”

Verita rubbed her chin slowly.
It made sense; the low-tier gods going through this time were precisely balanced among the factions.

They were basically means to show off their strength in the middle realm.
So they had matched the numbers and strength to keep things even among the factions.

It was all about mutual control between factions.
“Could be an opportunity to snatch some talent.”

Any extra help could put other factions on high alert.
“Maybe there shouldn’t be any more low-tier gods coming.”

She tapped her finger on the chair’s armrest.
“Did Partes pull something sneaky?”

But if they had that in mind, it wouldn’t make sense for them to show up right now.
“Other mid-tier gods don’t really know how these low-tier gods are selected.”

This second wave was a well-kept secret from the general mid-tier gods.
So it meant even Maios wouldn’t know.

“Hmmm.”
Verita paused tapping and looked over.
“Benrea.”
“Yes?”
“Bring Maios and that low-tier god he brought here.”

She had a strange feeling, something eerie and odd.
And she trusted her instincts, for they rarely failed her.

After some time, following her orders, Benrea brought Maios and a low-tier god to her.
Maios walked in with nothing noteworthy to claim him.

He was a slight step above the mid-tier riff-raff but still a baby mid-tier god.
On the flip side, Verita’s gaze landed on the low-tier god.

He had black hair, and snow-white skin, although his eyes were rather hard to see.
Most gods looked attractive by default, but low-tier gods sometimes happened to be, well, less impressive.

It seemed he fell into that category.
Verita leaned closer and scrutinized him.
“You, what’s your name?”
“Crad.”

He answered without hesitation, even in front of such a high-tier god candidate.
Verita’s eyes narrowed.

Low-tier gods usually cowered in front of mid-tier gods.
Let alone standing before a candidate for high-tier god like Verita!

But this guy called Crad didn’t flinch at all.
His expression almost screamed innocence, raising her suspicions even more.

Verita had a personality that would stomp on anything that irked her.
She wanted nothing more than to smash something that felt off, but…
“But he’s got connections to Partes.”

Taking a breath, she scratched her cheek.

Partes is one of the top five supreme gods.

The concept of ‘supreme god’ doesn’t technically exist, but there are obvious tiers among high-tier gods.
So to be in the top five is a big deal.

If Partes genuinely sent this kid, he could be someone worth watching.
Killing him would definitely lead to payback.

“Hmmm.”
Verita pulled her hand back from her cheek and slowly stood.
“Crad, was it?”

The winds began to whip up around her as she centered herself.
The mid-tier gods beside her blanched in horror as they realized what was happening.

The hostile energy exuding from her intensified.
The horns sprouting from her white hair glowed like fire.

Her tail flicked side to side, preparing for battle.
“I-I don’t mean to interrupt, Verita!”

Maios shouted, but she simply reached out her hand.
Maios got caught in her energy wave and was flung out like a ragdoll.

“I tend to be eager, and I absolutely detest complications.
I also despise assuming risks.”

A fierce grin appeared on her face, her hair billowing like a storm.
“So I’ll just kill you and apologize to Partes later.”

She made it sound so cavalier, like “Oh, no biggie!”
As she stomped the ground, light blazed from her palm.

In a flash of brilliance shaped like a dragon, it descended upon Crad.
Boom!

Crad went flying from the impact and slammed into the ground.
Nearby mid-tier gods got swept up in the chaos, flailing helplessly.

“Hmph.”
Watching that unfold, Verita clenched and unclenched her fist.
Her brow furrowed in concentration.

“Cr- Crad!”
She spotted Maios, who had tumbled far away, visibly shaken.
His face was utterly petrified.

During that moment, Verita straightened herself.
“I touched him.”

Because Crad hadn’t even dodged!
As a low-tier god, his reflexes were basically nonexistent.

If he had been a suspect, he would’ve reacted!
But Crad soaked up the attack without comprehending what was happening.

‘Am I imagining things?’
It was rare for the instincts of a god to cloud their judgment.
Verita turned her head slightly.

And there was Crad, getting to his feet, looking perfectly fine.
He wore a totally befuddled expression.

In truth, Verita had just pretended to strike.
But her reckless personality led everyone to believe she genuinely intended to kill Crad.

Crad likely believed the same thing.
“…or does he know I wasn’t serious?”

Verita rested her hands on her hips and turned her gaze toward him.
“You, low-tier god, go over there.”
“Yes.”

Crad obliged and trudged toward the low-tier god crowd.
Verita’s doubts lingered.

However, Crad and Kraush were scrambling her sense of reality so much it was irritating.
“Just one hit? I wouldn’t mind taking that for the team.”

Crad’s suspicious grin shone through.
At least they had already met the conditions for victory.

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