I Became A Thief Who Steals Overpowered Skills - Chapter 169: Midterm Evaluation

Earth has once again descended into chaos with the rise of the Exiles—mysterious and powerful monsters intent on dominating humanity. In response, the defenders—the army—deploy modern weapons and the dwindling resources at their disposal, but soon find these measures ineffective as the Exiles begin to evolve.In this desperate situation, a group of innovative scientists develops a groundbreaking serum that grants extraordinary abilities to those who take it, resulting in the emergence of Beholders—meta-humans, ability bearers, and superhumans. It is about time for humanity to evolve alongside its adversaries.Sky, like his colleagues, receives the serum. However, instead of the expected powers, he acquires something far more stronger —a trait linked to disaster. Additionally, he must deal with its numerous side effects, which are rather extraordinary.

The eternal night is coming, and the killing ground descends.Gods fall, and a hundred ghosts parade at night.You can stand in the forefront and announce the arrival of the era's tide to the world, or you can hide in the darkness and coldly observe the struggle of others to survive.Liberate your thoughts, embrace your destiny, this is the absolute real game, this is, Earth's Killing Field.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.