Crosskill (Steal the System)

After Die

Fires in landfills are not a concern at all. In fact, the residents stay away from that place.

The fire has started to die out. A black figure moved. He straightened while cleaning his face. It turns out that Kava is still alive after being punished by the master. “Fortunately, this dragon's hand was able to save me from the master. Robin, how about you?”

Kava pressed the button on the system bracelet. There was no light or other reaction, nor did Robin appear. He pressed several times with the same result. In fact, the bracelet shattered into pieces.

The blistered body prevented Kava from moving far. The remaining mana is converted into a healing aura and distributed throughout the body. However, that aura could not heal the entire body that secreted lymph.

After resting overnight, the mana was completely filled. Kava immediately turned him into a healing aura. The blistered body started to shrink like everything. Clear liquid no longer comes out of the body. He cleaned the body from the rest of the fire and got back on his feet.

Kava looked around. The aftermath of the intense fire left only a sword and a burly man. He approached the charred body and examined it. The right hand instantly destroys anything it touches. It is certain that this person is dead. There was only a system bracelet that was not destroyed by the touch of that hand.

The broken system bracelet is worn on Kava's left arm. The man tried to confirm the functionality of the bracelet. The index finger presses a button, the notification window appears again.

[Name : ???]

[Class : Swordman]

[ Hidden Class : Healer, Elite Thief]

[System: Kun Xuy (crash)]

[Ability : ???]

[Level : 1 (1-1)]

[HP : 187]

[MP : 37/65]

[Atk : 35]

[Def : 7]

[Skill : Slash]

[Hidden Skills : Heal, Dragon Claw, Stealth, Knife Trow]

{Your guide has died and the mission is completely closed}

{Please adventure alone}

{Add: hidden classes and skills can only be done by the user concerned}

“Danm, is that how much Master hates me. Or perhaps the guide is dead?” Kava again closed the notification window and stepped into the burning remains.

The end of the torture of the master's system has been passed. The young man found a flat iron. The thing shaped like a sword was identified by a system bracelet. There was a synchronization with the class listed. Kava put it on the back.

Feet stepped back toward the edge of the pile of trash. There he meets the workers who scavenge the remains of objects that are considered useless. One of them was a little girl who was having a hard time picking up a pile. Kava ran and helped lift the object that was blocking the little guy.

"Thanks." The little one didn't look at Kava's face, which was not completely clean from the residue of the fire. She takes goods that are fit for sale.

"Why are you doing this?" Kava asked.

"My grandmother is very sick and I have no money." the little girl in shabby clothes walked in another direction and took another disposable item.

"You parents?" Kava moved in front of the little one.

"They left us since grandma got sick."

Several people came to Kava with the same tools used by little girls but the container was still a little filled with leftovers from human use. “This is our area, get out of there,” one of them said.

"Okay." Kava took the hand of the little one she didn't recognize heading to another location.

The steps of the little girl with messy hair suddenly stopped. The container for used goods was pulled backwards. He was also dragged away. Various objects were taken by adults and transferred to their containers. He could only ask with a defensive hand gesture accompanied by tears for help.

For some reason, Kava couldn't bear to let this unknown girl have trouble holding onto something that was hard to get. The man moved as fast as lightning to return objects taken by adults to their owners. Lacking speed, he threw fists at the little guy's grabbers. One by one, the adults moved away from the girls who were near Kava.

Hi, what business do you have with him? an adult scavenger said. He rose together with other friends.

"We've been kind enough to get out of here. Why did you even rob him?” Kava asked.

"Rob? We only took the rations that Vika took.” one of the healers pointed at the little girl who was frightened and hid behind Kava.

“Is this what adults do to children? Where are your morals?" Kava directed the system bracelet. Neither one of them has class.

“You talk too much, attack!” The blackest-skinned scavengers immediately charged. The iron is shaped like a fishing bait hook swinging vertically.

From their style of running and attacking, Kava remembered when he wasn't familiar with the system. That style does not describe the type of fighter like the gangsters he has met so far. The man only kicked him in the stomach to stop the attack. He presented the gift of a punch to him.

Several scrap collectors immediately surrounded Kava. The one behind Kava ran slashing the iron, he kicked behind. Eyes glancing to the left, Kava punched the attacker's face very hard. Left leg kicks forward, elbow counter attacks from the side. Kava counterattacked very quickly. The collectors were overwhelmed by his speed and headed back.

A scrap collector got up and attacked Kava from behind, aiming straight for his back. The man was almost mistaken. The right hand had changed to that of a dragon but returned to that of an ordinary human. Kava turned around to block the attack with his left. The right foot got rid of the striker.

The iron stuck in the body is removed. A healing aura was channeled so that the wound could close quickly. Kava again attacked the closest rival until he bounced a few meters. “Give up!” he shouted.

The enemy didn't take Kava's words to heart and they attacked again even though the results were not very different.

One of the white-haired collectors didn't join in on Kava's attacks. He threw a punch at Vika. One time, the girl was overwhelmed and became a hostage. His right hand was placed on the girl he was carrying with him behind her. “Give up or Vika's head will fall off,” he threatened.

“Before taking someone hostage, pay attention to your size first.” Kava took the iron and threw it at Vika. “Slash and knife throw!” he shouted.

The blunt object Kava threw hit the white-haired arm. The body's limbs were immediately cut in half in an untidy manner. The owner felt excruciating pain, “Argh.”

Vika fell helplessly limp along with the white hair's cut hand. A chance for Kava to get rid of the man with a kick. The attackers left with white hair.

Kava picked up the fallen weapon and cleaned it before storing it. He bent down to wipe away the little girl's tears. "My name is Kava, is it true that your name is Vika?" he asked.

“You're right but your brain is like an ant. You don't know who you're attacking," the girl named Vika answered.

"Who are they? Do they have any influence over this territory?”