I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills

After flicking Darlene once, Kraush explained the reason he needed the potion to turn into a woman.

When the explanation was finished, Darlene rubbed the bump that had formed on her forehead and tilted her head.

“So, you need the potion to sneak into the girls’ dormitory?”

“Don’t cut out all the context before that.”

Seeing that Kraush was about to scold her again, Darlene quickly took out a potion from her pocket.

“Here, this is a TS potion that lasts about a day.”

About a day implied that it could last longer.

Kraush received the potion with a feeling of reluctance.

He felt an overwhelming urge to smash it, but he held himself back.

“But are you just going to take the potion and head straight in?”

“Of course, that’s the plan.”

“You’re still in a men’s uniform.”

Hearing this, Kraush blinked and looked down at his clothes.

Indeed, as Darlene pointed out, even if he took on a woman’s appearance, entering in a men’s uniform would definitely raise suspicion.

Even Vioren, who had transformed from a man into a woman, caused quite the commotion for a while.

“Do you want me to lend you one?”

Darlene offered as if it were no trouble at all.

For Kraush, it wasn’t a bad suggestion.

“Alright, lend it to me.”

“Got it. But I’ll need your measurements, so take the potion first.”

At that moment, Kraush realized why Darlene was so willing to help.

She wanted to see him transform into a woman right in front of her eyes.

He thought about hitting her on the head again but decided against it, instead opening the bottle cap without protest.

After all, he did need the uniform.

Kraush promptly drank the potion.

‘It tastes like strawberry milk.’

He couldn’t understand why a potion would taste like that.

As Kraush smacked his lips, he suddenly heard a cracking sound from his body.

Having previously transformed into Kradd, Kraush was somewhat familiar with the sensation and waited patiently.

Soon, his field of vision began to drop.

He was getting shorter.

A moment later, he felt a tightness in his chest and his pants becoming uncomfortably snug in the back.

At the same time, a tickling sensation in his throat caused Kraush to let out a small cough.

“Ahem, ahem.”

The voice that emerged was much higher-pitched than before.

Moreover, as he raised a hand to the back of his neck to address the heavy sensation there, he found that his hair had grown much longer as well.

Kraush turned his head.

There, Darlene stood, staring blankly with dazed eyes.

“Is it working?”

The high-pitched tone and his usual manner of speaking sounded strangely mismatched.

But even at Kraush’s question, Darlene simply stared blankly at him.

Then, suddenly, a small stream of something trickled down from her nose—it was a nosebleed.

Feeling an inexplicably unpleasant sensation, Kraush wrapped his arms around himself and took two steps back.

When an expression of contempt appeared in Kraush’s eyes, Darlene belatedly covered her nose with her hand.

“Oh, sorry. I stayed up late last night. Sometimes this happens.”

Why did it have to happen at this moment?

Darlene, now blocking her nose with a tissue, pulled out a small hand mirror.

“Here, check it out.”

Kraush took the hand mirror from her and looked at his reflection.

Immediately, Kraush felt the urge to shatter the mirror.

And for good reason.

It showed the spitting image of his mother in her younger days.

“Ugh, damn it.”

Kraush despised his mother to the extreme.

Seeing himself looking exactly like her was, unsurprisingly, intolerable.

However, putting that aside, there was no denying the striking appearance.

The sharpness he exuded as a man had softened into a refined femininity, enhancing his overall look.

And perhaps due to his Lunar Body, his skin had turned remarkably pale, giving off a cold and elegant aura.

“Why the hell do I look so much like her?”

Kraush pushed the hand mirror away as if he’d seen something he shouldn’t have.

In the meantime, Darlene, who had stood up, was now openly staring at Kraush’s body.

“Hey, girlfriend, why don’t you take off your clothes for a second?”

At some point, Darlene had even changed her term of address, and Kraush’s gaze turned icy.

Realizing the misunderstanding, Darlene quickly waved her hands.

“I just mean your body shape looks different from mine. Women’s clothes are pretty particular about fit, you know. It might not be the right size.”

Clicking his tongue, Kraush removed his outer coat.

As he did, Darlene came up from behind and gave a firm tug on Kraush’s dress shirt.

Watching the tightened front for a moment, Darlene nodded to herself.

“I’ve seen something wonderful today.”

Naturally, she earned herself another smack from Kraush.

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In front of the women’s dormitory, a woman stood, fidgeting uncomfortably with the hem of her skirt.

Even at a glance, she was an extraordinary beauty, drawing attention wherever she went.

[Stop acting so hesitant. You’re just making yourself look more suspicious.]

From the dormitory roof, Crimson Garden chuckled mischievously, amused at the situation.

It was easy for him to talk when it wasn’t his problem.

Kraush ground his teeth, exhaling lightly before moving forward, letting her dyed black hair flutter in the wind.

Her original hair color was far too conspicuous, so she had deliberately dyed it.

As Kraush stepped confidently into the women’s dormitory, she noticed several women passing by.

None of them seemed suspicious of her presence.

A testament to the effectiveness of Darlene’s potion.

“Haah.”

Kraush let out a short sigh after safely passing through the entrance.

Perhaps it was the aristocratic nature of the residents, but even though it was a women-only space, everything was neat and orderly.

So much so that, unlike the men’s dormitory, a faintly sweet fragrance lingered in the air.

It was likely because the residents used various perfumes.

‘Mary’s room is on the third floor, right?’

Recalling Mary’s floor number, Kraush headed straight for the stairs.

“Is it true? Did he really confess?”

“I’m telling you, he did!”

A burst of giggles came from above the stairs.

Unlike the formal atmosphere outside, these women, dressed in more comfortable attire, were chatting as they descended the stairs.

When their eyes met Kraush’s, they all widened their eyes in surprise.

It was only natural—a cold beauty with flowing black hair was ascending the stairs.

“Wow.”

One of them unconsciously murmured in admiration.

Kraush, however, paid them no mind and continued up the stairs, leaving the group to stare blankly at her retreating figure.

“Who is she? Has someone like her always been here?”

“She’s gorgeous. Her hair color is striking, but her eyes—they look like jewels.”

Just as men are drawn to beauty, women are no different, and they found themselves captivated by Kraush’s retreating figure.

Meanwhile, Kraush felt a simmering unease, worried that their lingering gazes might stir up unnecessary suspicion.

If Kraush were to get caught here, the image he had painstakingly built would be utterly shattered.

A direct descendant of Valheim, cross-dressing and sneaking into the women’s dormitory?

Even imagining such a reputation was unbearable.

With his heart pounding, Kraush finally reached the third floor.

There, a familiar figure came into view.

Walking down the opposite hallway was someone yawning carelessly, completely defenseless.

It seemed like she had taken a nap after class; her black and purple-streaked hair was slightly pressed down on one side.

Her outfit consisted of nothing more than a sleeveless tank top and shorts, a reflection of the approaching summer.

Her name was Haring Lagrin, a fellow classmate of Kraush’s.

Although she usually appeared composed and tidy, she seemed entirely different in the dormitory.

Kraush’s gaze instinctively followed Haring for a moment, but he quickly turned his head away.

If their eyes met and Haring recognized him, it would spell trouble.

As Kraush brushed past Haring, her footsteps came to an abrupt stop.

Her head turned sharply, her previously drowsy expression replaced by a curious gaze.

“…Kraush?”

The moment she spoke, Kraush’s hair stood on end.

However, he did not react and continued walking as if he hadn’t heard anything.

Haring tilted her head, staring at Kraush’s retreating figure.

Because she often worked with poisons, her sense of smell was especially keen.

She could swear she’d caught Kraush’s scent just moments ago.

But the person walking away was an unfamiliar black-haired beauty who didn’t seem to have any connection to Kraush.

Haring tilted her head for a while, then suddenly remembered her current attire.

Standing awkwardly, she realized that if it was Kraush, she had shown him something she’d rather not have.

Relieved at the thought that it might not have been Kraush after all, she quickly moved on.

‘That was close.’

Once Haring left without calling out to him again, Kraush managed to calm his racing heart.

He hadn’t expected all his shameless acting skills to come in handy here.

After steadying himself, Kraush finally stopped in front of his original destination.

Room 311.

Mary’s room.

The area in front of the room was completely quiet and empty.

Students seemed to avoid this area entirely, as if they didn’t want to come near it.

As a result, Kraush attracted less attention.

Taking a deep breath, Kraush knocked on the door.

“Mary.”

He waited in silence after the knock, but no sound came from inside the room.

‘I can sense her presence inside.’

It was obvious that Mary was deliberately ignoring him. She was probably hiding under her blanket.

Clicking his tongue briefly, Kraush knocked a little harder this time.

“Open the door. Let’s talk.”

However, there was still no response from inside.

He had thought that showing up in person would get her to open the door, but she was more stubborn than expected.

‘Come to think of it, my voice is different now.’

Only then did Kraush realize that his altered voice might have been the reason.

Deciding it would be better to reveal his identity first, he began to speak.

“It’s me, Kra—”

“What are you doing there?”

Kraush flinched at the sudden voice from beside him and turned his head.

There stood someone holding a lunchbox.

With her healthy tan complexion and reddish hair adorned with various accessories, it was none other than Karandis Poseus, the 9th princess of the Poseus Kingdom. ŗÅΝȰBĚⱾ

Karandis tilted her head as she looked at Kraush.

Despite Kraush’s striking appearance, Karandis didn’t recall seeing her before.

Still, for some reason, Kraush seemed familiar.

While Karandis was lost in thought, Kraush straightened his posture.

“I have some business here.”

“With Mary Diana?”

Karandis asked, looking at Kraush curiously.

Then, as if realizing something, her expression grew suspicious.

“You’re here to criticize her, aren’t you?”

Kraush blinked in surprise, but Karandis sighed briefly.

“You’re one of Sigrid Ephania’s followers, right? The commotion that day wasn’t entirely Mary’s fault, so please don’t be too harsh on her.”

Kraush stared at Karandis with a look of unexpected curiosity.

It was surprising because Karandis had always acted like an arch-nemesis to Mary.

The fact that she was defending Mary was completely unexpected.

“Aren’t you on bad terms with Mary?”

Karandis let out a dismissive scoff.

“Of course we don’t get along. But we’re still in the same special class.”

Even though Mary had failed her midterm evaluation, she was still part of the special class.

The professors knew very well that Mary’s skills weren’t to be underestimated.

“One should take care of their own. What’s the point of unity otherwise?”

Was this really the same Karandis?

Up until now, Kraush had seen her as nothing more than a gold digger, trying to change her life by seducing men.

But it seemed she had unexpected sides to her character.

“So, please leave. If Mary’s going to eat, it’s better for people not to be around. She hasn’t been eating much lately.”

As she spoke, Karandis hung the lunchbox on the door handle along with a bag.

Apparently, Karandis had been taking care of Mary’s meals while she stayed holed up in her room.

“No. If that’s the case, I should go in even more.”

Karandis tilted her head at his response.

Kraush raised his hand and knocked on the door with a loud thud.

“Mary, it’s Kraush. Let’s talk.”

The moment Kraush said that, Karandis’s eyes slowly widened.

Realization dawned on her as she connected the dots. 

Why Kraush’s appearance seemed so familiar.

Her expression shifted to one of shock.

“K-Kra—”

“Shh.”

Kraush leaned in close to her face, placing a finger over his lips to hush her.

Karandis’s face turned bright red.

Seeing Kraush up close, she was struck by how breathtakingly beautiful he looked, enough to unsettle her.

As Karandis’s lips opened and closed wordlessly, a clattering sound came from inside the room.

It was proof that Mary was listening in on the conversation outside.

A moment later, the door creaked open slightly.

Seizing the opportunity, Kraush took the lunchbox from Karandis, waved his hand lightly at her, and said.

“Lady Karandis, you’ve earned my respect.”

With a smile and a wink, Kraush stepped into the room, leaving Karandis standing there, dumbfounded.

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