The Skill Collector

"Hey, don't let the skills you can't use come by!

The worst kid in the village hit me in the right cheek.

Three years old was beaten and blown to the ground by a fat man up there. I roll to the ground, but I quickly get up and kick myself in the stomach where I have stored my fat for nothing.

"You're a jerk! You're so busy with squeezing scum! Guys, do it!

Fatty's surroundings strike at the same time.

He's the village chief's grandson, so he's on track. Even your skills are "intimidating," "stinking," "tailing," and "clairvoyant" are a straight line for criminals.

"All the pigs in power, come on!

You can't beat a lot of violence. Today is the day to beat them all up.

"You've done a wonderful job."

My sister, who was painting oil towards the canvas, looked back and said that.

You're probably painting a small picture today. About a turn smaller than the cover of the book?

I like to ramble outside, but my sister always reads books and paints at home. Sapphire for what's fun.

I just tied my long, beautiful blonde hair with a proper string, not a single piece of makeup. Still a disgusting and beautiful sister.

When it comes to the difference of only five years old, it's more like my sister is an adult... I guess I'm too much of a kid.

"Whoa, I got bummed out."

"Ha ha. If you wash your wounds off with water, apply some ointment."

"Your sister's medicine works well."

"It's an honor to compliment you."

When her sister stood up on purpose, she thanked her as gracefully as a nobleman.

I'm not ashamed to let you out anywhere, sister. I don't want anyone to touch my shameful brother. My brother and the opposite excellent sister. My sister took all my skills, my brother. My sister's leftover cuss.

That's how we feel about our sisters and brothers.

And that's not a mistake.

A talented sister with ten skills in arts and academics. Everyone expects the future that everything is born at a high level and not a talent that fits into a village like this.

In exchange, there's only one skill I have. It's also a skill that has unclear abilities and activation methods and has no value whatsoever.

"Sister is good, right? Give me about one."

"If that's possible, I'll transfer as many as I want."

I spill my stupidity and my sister gives it back with a bitter smile. It's the usual exchange.

My sister doesn't think I can give in for real, not for a joke.

Unlike my parents who knew I was useless when I was born expected and abandoned early, my sister mocked me at all times, always beside me.

Even this house is pitiful of my parents' relationship with me, the whole house my sister bought selling paintings, and only me and my sister live there.

They say their parents are using their sister's earned money to buy and live in a mansion in the capital.

I've been angry about that and stuck with my sister about when it was.

That's when my sister said this with a laugh.

"It's like a deposit for my parents. If I bought you that one, you wouldn't bother coming all the way here, would you? I don't want to be disturbed by your precious time with my dear brother."

"It's creepy, sister"

"Wow, if you say something cold like that, you're gonna cry sister"

It's usually a man tone, and it's the only time I've spoken sweetly.

The secret of my sister that only I know. I'm glad you seem exclusive, but not honest enough to put that on the table.

"My sister was a prodigy since she was a kid."

"That's not true. It's been a few years since I was ten years old, when I started praising around. Just about my brother's age now, I guess. I didn't even know my skills until I was ten. Even if I had arts and academic skills, I was a treasure troublemaker."

Some born with skills show a single scale of talent from childhood, while a few have spent their childhood without knowing how to use it.

The 'appraisal' in the church is expensive so it is untouchable, and it is a lesson to wait from the age of ten, except for the rich, until the ceremony of appraisal to be carried out jointly.

Before I reached the age of ten, it was only my sister who took a look at me that I had grasped my skills first.

Ultimately I needed to get a skill certificate, so I got an appraisal ritual with everyone two years ago in the spring.... leaving a slight expectation that my sister's 'appraisal' might be wrong.

"Well, it's time. I'm just gonna go...... you shouldn't wear underwear and cum because you don't have a sister? By the way, my favorite is the second black from the top of the tans."

"Yes, sir. You're going to the appraisal again, aren't you?

Every month, my sister is to be asked by the villagers to do an 'appraisal'.

My sister usually does it for free even though she needs a lot of money, so the monthly appraisal ritual is very popular.... offensively.

"Why are you appraising for those guys for free? Feel free to ask for an appraisal with your sister's kindness. I've looked into it so often, I don't know how to increase my skills."

"Wouldn't it be cheap if you would be grateful for it at the time of appraisal? Besides, no one knows when to wake up with skills."

A sister who speaks with tender eyes.

I guess he encourages me to learn my skills, too.

"But that's not all. I have a benefit too. Skills are increased by using them. You taught me that."

"I remember. A sister with a high 'appraisal' level sees a skill level. The villagers don't seem to know that."

"That's right. I want to work out the appraisal. If you get to the level...... one day, you may have a day when you can grasp my dear brother's skills"

That's what I said and I lay my eyes down sadly.

Even a good sister couldn't decipher my skills.

I was told it was a rare skill that had no precedent in the church and was initially expected.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, as if it were inversely proportional.

By the time a year has passed without even knowing the activation conditions, this treatment is no different than it is now.

"Do you really activate this skill..."

"We've talked about this before, but the general skill is that there are thousands or tens of thousands of things around the world that have the same abilities. Even rare skills called rare skills are found in the literature as having existed several times in the past"

The usual explanation began when my sister pulled a book out of the bookshelf that said a huge collection of skills.

The book in hand is one of the skills related books we have at home.

Bookshelves are tightly packed with books collected by my sister, who made full use of her artistic skills to make her money say things. They have some pretty valuable books, but I'm not sure.

"I know, because I've heard it many times."

"Um, right. And rare among rare skills. Same skill does not exist as two...... only skill. That's my beloved brother's skill! And I'm staring."

I shake one arm up and say it off with a tranced look...... my usual sister.

You're overestimating this useless skill to encourage me.

"Hey. Just in case it's an only-skilled thing, by name... it's not a lot."

"Don't say that to me. I believe it's a skill worth it."

If they say that with a serious face, they want to believe me.

I'm going to give up, but I want to live up to that possibility.

"Say, sister. Time, isn't it bad?

"Oh, yeah! They say the village chief's relatives are here today, so it may be a little late to return. Keep the pot's warm and eat."

"I get it. Be careful."

"Come on, don't you have a passionate kiss?

Don't stick your lips out. If someone else sees you, they'll seriously misunderstand you.

Especially if they see you the same age, you're sure to double the number of assaults. My sister is the object of admiration for the men.

"Ha, come on. It really pisses me off."

I have been throwing kisses, so when I gently press them, I tongue them out on the face.... a child.

Looking back again and again, he waved heavily and ran for the village square.

"Well, let's start with... cleaning"

Seeing the garbage scattered around the area where my sister was painting and the pile of books she left out, the sigh is zero (spilled).

She's a versatile sister who can do anything, but only her talent for cleaning up and cleaning up has dropped her somewhere. If it weren't for this, it would be perfect.

"No, I don't know what you were drawing"

Peeping into the campus, my sister and I were smiling and lined up there. Precision as if it had sealed us in a painting.

"Wow, what about your sister?... really."

I couldn't watch any more. I couldn't forgive myself for being more jealous than I was impressed by seeing a picture that would take my eyes off me.

"What? When... I was asleep"

Finished cleaning and had an early dinner by myself...... I remember it to the point.

Then I just transported the dishes to the flush and suddenly I fell asleep and sat on the couch...... did you go straight to sleep? Maybe you were more tired than you thought in the beating.

Beyond the windowsill is the dark night. The bug squeals slightly.

"This feels like midnight, right? Sister, sister, are you there?

I'll go to the front of my sister's room and try to speak up, but she's not responding.

When I opened the door, it wasn't even locked, so I opened it lightly.

in a room so desolate that I mistakenly thought it was a garbage dump.

"Next time I need to let you clean up.... Are You Not Here"

If my sister is back, if she finds me sleeping on the couch, she can even put on one of the blankets. I knew that, so I thought it was unlikely he was coming back.

"Do you want to pick me up? For once, she's a woman."

My sister is versatile and competent, but there is no combat or physical strengthening system in her skills.

If it's just physical ability, it's the same as a normal woman.

Light the cantera that was kept near the door and hurry the night lane.

I don't think I would imitate my sister, who makes a huge donation to the village, as silly as putting her hands on it, but because I'm worried about worrying, not reason.

I've never felt so much better about living outside the village.

I know I don't have to worry, but I do. Why are you in such a hurry?

Anxiety without my sister, who is always beside me. That's all there is to it, that's all there is to it...

From the run, I was running at all costs at some point. Run all the way down the hill, turn this road along the mountain and you'll see the village.

I wanted to reassure myself a little quickly, so I momentously looked through the bend to the front.

"Red......"

There - there was a village wrapped in fire.

"What, why... Hey, sis!

I didn't even know why the village was burning, but I was running out before I thought about it.

It doesn't matter to me about the villagers or the village. Is my sister safe or not? That's all you need to know!

As the firepowder pours down, we head for the square through the village boulevard.

From a private house wrapped in flames and collapsed, the smell of burning wood and... the smell of burning meat drifted.

Moving his gaze to the flames, a black human form was reaching out.

It was as if someone on the burn were asking for help from me. There are countless other bodies rolling around.

Aside from the burnt corpse, the village daughter was cut off with both hands and legs.

A man wrapped in ice when he says his surroundings are burning.

A child who drowns a stench, distorts his face in fear, is wet with tears and salivation, and is out of breath.

Many other bodies with different causes of death fill the square.

"Ugh...... Don't throw up, don't throw up! Not in that case! Hang on!

Afterwards, I'm scared. Looking for my sister is your top priority now!

It doesn't matter who dies. Even my sister, as long as my sister is safe!

It's a bunch of bandits or a demonic raid that can manipulate magic that's more fragmented in the way you die. I just think so.

It doesn't matter what happened to the people who ignored me and treated me like a disturber. Yeah, there's nothing to worry about.

When I'm forced to convince myself, I swallow the sole that's been up my throat.

That burnt body is not my sister. I could assure you of that. No matter what you look like, you can't go wrong with your sister. That's all I have confidence in.

"Sister! If you're here, give me a reply!

No one answers the call, only the sound and enthusiasm of the collapse of a private house, seared by flames, fills the space.

"Think, calm down, think! My sister, after doing her appraisal in the square...... yes! Mayor, the mayor's mansion!

The fact that the village chief's relatives are here makes my sister proud of herself at the mansion. If you want that bald oak, I'll definitely do it!

He's like bragging about his sister's abilities, like he's in his own way. There's no way I don't brag to my relatives.

Avoid smoking in case of fire. I remembered what my sister had told me, and I went for the village chief's mansion while holding my mouth.

Much of the city was on fire, but the village chief's mansion doesn't seem to be burning away thanks to a large garden.

If you're here, my sister's safe.

I felt safe, so I lost my strength from my leg, and I almost poked my knee, but I felt critical.

Not yet. Not until I know what my sister looks like!

I knocked through the open gate, went through the garden, tried to knock on the mansion door... but the door is open?

This situation may be causing an influx of evacuated villagers.

Believing in my sister's safety, I gently push the door open with anticipation.

Looking to the end of the open door, it was… a further picture of hell.

The floor stones filled with bright white marble are stained red with blood and many villagers fall and lie down, as is the square.

Are there also grandchildren and surroundings of the village chief who was bullying me...?

There is no sorrow or anger in the pathetic appearance of the bullies. You're used to corpses in this short period of time, you don't get emotions.

"No, don't! Hey, what are you thinking!

The voice now...... village chief!

It's not if you're bluffing. It's my sister, now just think about my sister!

Punch him vigorously with both hands to pinch his own cheeks, forcefully bringing back sanity.

The stairs that lead to the second floor were lined up with corpses.

What did the killer think, letting the body lie on every step of the stairs? If we're going up there, we're going to have to step on the body.

"He's a bad taste..."

I don't just kill you, I guess you're crazy to do this.

If those people find my sister...... Shake your head hard, left and right, like you shake off a nasty delusion, and I'll carefully go up the stairs.

It conveys the feeling of stepping on meat from the back of a shoe.

Don't look down, don't look down.

I exhale when I ascend with my gaze fixed slightly above the front.

The second floor isn't as rough as the first floor, and there's about a potpound and a body in the hallway. It was like a landmark for directions, and I followed it and moved on.

"Why not! Why are you doing such a stupid thing!

The voice of the wandering village chief is becoming clearer.

I can't hear anything else. If I heard my sister's voice, I wouldn't hesitate to rush over, but if it's just the village chief, I don't care. Compared to the life of my sister, it equals no other human worth.

... I don't even have the dust to help the people who were looking down on me. I have a sister, as long as I have a sister.

Sneaking up to the front of the village chief's room, he stuck his ear to the door and tried to pick up the sound inside.

Something the village chief is talking about, but he has a different voice than just now, so it's hard to hear.

"... so... mundane... what are you dissatisfied with... if it's money... use it..."

I don't know. It just tells me you're begging for your life, excuse? I also feel like I am. Do the people who did this know the village chief?

I know they're talking about something, too, but you can't hear them.

Why don't you just open the door a little bit? If the village chief talked about all that, the sound of the door opening should be scratched off. I just need a few gaps. That way, I can hear the voice inside.

Put your hand on the door knob and gently push the door open.

It seems that the target hasn't noticed that he made a louder noise than he thought. More clearly than just now, the village chief's voice was heard.

I peek inside through a slight gap, but from this position, all I see is a village chief with a butt and desperate charm.

"It was my fault! I'll give you back all the money I earned using my first name! I'll make sure the villagers don't do anything about it! Yes, let's give up this mansion! It would be too big to live with you two!

Two? Are you saying that only two people have committed this much large-scale murder?

It was unexpected. I thought it was a bandit group of at least ten.

I tried to reposition myself peeking in to see if I could see them, but I really can't see them. A little more likely to be found when you open the door. Do I have to put up with this?

If the village chief or his opponent speaks of his sister's safety or whereabouts, he will leave this place immediately, but the excuse for the village chief is still only continuing.

"If you want, say anything! If you want this village, why don't you give it up!

"I don't need it, I can't believe it's a destroyed village."

For the first time, the killer's voice reached my ear.

At that moment, I open the door.

Inside was the village chief and Teng Himself, who created hell... he had a sister.

"You've already woken up. Welcome, my dear brother."

Sister smiling lusciously. A face as beautiful as ever in plain sight attire as usual.

She said she was my favorite sister, and now she's just... scared.

"Nah... so"

That's all the words that came out of my mouth so hard.

I shouted that the sight in front of me was a lie and wanted to deny everything. But when I saw my sister, the idea disappeared.

I can't go wrong with my sister. That's my sister. No matter how horrible, she's my sister.

"Why are you talking about this misery? No, I was actually going to keep you company until you got a little more 'appraisal' level. That's why the village chief's relatives have high-level 'appraisal' owners. They spotted my skills. Skills hidden in 'Cover-Up' so no one would find out."

Same tone as usual. He talks in a chatter-like nori that doesn't go bad and exchanges during a meal.

"Did you say you were hiding... that your sister has more skills...?

"Yeah, that's right. They also have combat skills and magic skills. Most of those skills were owned by villagers."

I'm shocked by the blatant and said words, and I'm about to collapse off my knees.

Even though, my sister, who was brilliant, still hid that power. I'm a little more shocked about that than I am about mass murder...... a little scarier.

It was regrettable and pitiful that the difference in character with my sister, the difference, was widening more and more.

"Duh, what do you mean! What do you mean by villager skills!

"Shut up. I won't tolerate anyone interrupting my time with my brother."

When my sister waved her arms gently, the village chief was doubled vertically.

I don't know how, but I can only understand that I used my skills.

"The innocent old man is in trouble. Well, let's keep talking about the villagers' skills. I possess the skill of 'robbing' people of their skills. You've heard about it, haven't you? It's that famous cursed, rare skill, said to have been owned by the usurped kings of the diaspora and the brave men who fell into darkness. He said he was hiding this, but he was nursed and pointed out, so I followed him."

My sister punches her head in the fist and tongues out. Normally you would have thought it was cute, but now it's just an act of increasing my sister's anomaly.

"Were you doing the appraisal ritual to take away their skills too"

"Your answer. That's my brother. My nose is high as a sister when I have an excellent brother. When I say I take it, I risk finding out if I take it all. That's why I was only taking one level away from my skills. That way, they won't even notice and your sister will get the skills. Don't you think it's a relationship to be had?"

"Don't you think your sister's just getting it on one side?"

My sister wasn't used by villagers, she was using them.

I was taking my skills away from the villagers one by one and enriching them.

Haven't I noticed a little bit about my sister's nature while I'm face-to-face every day...

"You seem to regret not discerning my nature. That's what Psychology tells me. But don't worry. Remember the troupe that visited this village before? After those guys finished their speeches, they attacked me out of the village, and I had the 'acting' skills I got. It's hard to spot."

Troupe...... You mean a line of famous troupes in the capital, my sister cut herself off a few years ago and called it for the villagers and me.

Are you saying those people have also sacrificed...

"Sister, what do you want? You can't just do this! Why, this is so stupid!

I'm afraid of my sister, who has spread to murder. I can't wait to be scared.

But I couldn't help screaming.

All this time, I don't even want to think that everything about my sister I was with was a lie. There was a big reason. Because if I didn't, my heart would have broken now.

"The reason is yes... I guess it was because I was jealous. I was born with only 'robbery' and I was not blessed with skills. Against me like that, I have been given many skills and born as if blessed by God - seeing my blessed brother made me want to take away everything in this world"

... I don't know what you said.

Now my sister, what, she said. Now what, now what... I said.

"I had a lot of skills? Joke...... right?

"You think so? Really."

There are no lies in that word. Words slip into me and penetrate me, even though I don't want to believe them.

I have admitted that my heart is the truth. But......

"It's funny from here, so listen to me properly. You know I've owned a lot of skills since I was a kid, right? But that's all because he's my brother... and he took away your skills. I was happy then. Unlike me, who was disappointed by my parents, my brother, who was also blessed by God. If I was jealous that I wanted to kill you, I'd feel like something had gotten into me. The robbery was activated unconsciously. The rest of my life was rosy."

Did my sister just tell you that skills were originally my skills...

I don't believe it, but there's no need to lie in this situation, is there?

My sister, who I thought was brilliant, had taken my skills and was being praised by people.

It's all my fault that I've been feeling so serious.

"You're kidding, you're lying! Sister, tell me you're lying!

"Truth. My brother was only young, one day. There happens to be a visitor in the village with 'appraisal' skills. My parents paid for my brother's appraisal. I am only an abominable 'robber' skill from people. My parents were desperate to hide it, so only a small part of me knew that. Even though I was scorned and cursed for being a disgrace, you were born with an incredible number of skills. I regretted it, I really regretted it. And... I envied you"

That's what you say. My sister looks at me with tender eyes.

He said he wasn't the same as usual, but he looked like he was crying to me.

"I guess it was because I had that thought that 'robbery' was activated that I didn't know how to use. He took the 'appraisal' from the man after taking away his brother's skills, and examined his and his parents' skills. There was something in that skill that could tamper with the other person's memory, so I took the time to hone my skills and gradually twist the memories of my parents, my brother and the villagers. The man who's going to be a bother...... I killed him later though. Whoa, the story's derailed. I mean... because I almost took it, my dear brother was squeezing it."

"I was treated uselessly..."

"Because I took it."

"The prodigy expected from around..."

"You mean my dear brother."

With no evil in his mouth, he's staring at me.

My sister is sweet.

My sister is the only one in the world who recognizes me.

My sister sacrificed herself for me.

Only my sister thought I was on my side.

"It's a lie... It's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie. Ahhh!

It's a lie! My sister chose to sacrifice herself and stay with me!

It's a lie! It's the only body I've got left!

Tell me it's a lie! Please, please, just lie... tell me!

"You look amazing. Are you crying or angry, or what? Um, I feel great. That face, yes, that face! That's what I wanted to see! The face of God's beloved dyed despair! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

I watched Bo, my sister, laughing like crazy.

Is my vision blurry because I'm crying?

Why, are you crying? Why is my sister my sister my sister my sister my sister?

Dyed in the darkness of a name whose vision is called despair.

I hear a crisp noise in my head.

Something.

important,

Hardly,

crush,

scattered,

Connected,

There was a sound.

You smile, sister. Sounds fun......

My sister reveals so much emotion, she's laughing... I've never seen it before. Yeah, I'm glad I looked happy.

It's a lot... but I think I'm happy.

Good for you, lady.

"Ha, ha, ha."

"Oh, is it broken? I don't remember raising you to be such a weak kid. Yikes! I can't help it. Eh."

Crunchy, crunchy, hey...... cold?

When I thought I had hit a cold finger on my forehead, it cleared my head.

What, now what...

"Welcome back to reality. You can't run away even though you're still in the middle of explaining it. I won't let you get away with it so easily."

In the middle of the conversation, I... I don't remember. Could you have lost sight of me?

Couldn't stand reality anymore and consciousness escaped?

Hang on, don't wander around because this is the time! Don't lose your cool. Take a deep breath and calm down.

It's okay, I'm fine. It's not broken, it's not broken!

"... then why didn't you dump me? If you take away your skills, there's nothing you can do."

"I do, it's still worth it. The only skills left. That's what I couldn't take away. I can't take away my only-skilled. I can't forgive you for that fact. I was going to work out an appraisal and robbery in this village and throw it away when I could take it away."

Throw me away. The last word I wanted to hear jumped out of my sister's mouth.

No more... I don't have a sister who loved me.

Turns out the killer who devastated the village was my sister, and the sister I've seen so far was created, and that it was a fantasy... I'm going to understand.

Still, somewhere in my heart, I was trying to follow my sister's illusion.

I can't do this anymore.

It's the limit.

I can't stand any longer.

I don't want to move anymore, I don't even think about it...

"In the end, couldn't you take that skill to the end? I don't have a choice, I'll keep that skill. Until that day when I'm going to rob you, gather a bunch of skills and keep them on a level. Oh, yeah, yeah. You still didn't know the activation conditions or the effect of your skills, did you? I'll tell you..."

My sister whispers in my ear when it was hard to stay conscious.

The words strangely slipped into my consciousness and engraved into my mind.

"Well, I'm going now. My dear brother who fed me. You work hard for your sister. I look forward to seeing you next day."

I have the feeling my lips touched my cheeks, but I didn't care anymore.

He stared at his sister bluntly as she walked out the door twisting her hips with pleasure. Even when that disappeared, I kept seeing where my sister disappeared...

"... store. Collector!

I have Sumire's face in front of me.

I was putting my thoughts into the past, and I hadn't noticed her presence.

"Excuse me, what is it"

"I came to ask you about your order, what is it? He seemed confused."

"Hey, I was just remembering the old days."

"Really? Oh, that painting, it's lovely!

He leans over my shoulder and peeks into the painting at hand from behind.

I was watching this, so I remembered that event.

The painting my sister was painting that day. wrapped in magically made toughened glass to avoid degrading it, always carrying it with them.

"Wow, you're a beautiful person. And the boy who looks like a jerk is cute too. This one makes me happy watching, a happy smile.... Ha, could this woman be your wife, and this child is your son..."

I'm holding my mouth and opening my eyes.

It was an interesting misunderstanding.

"No, I'm not. My sister and I used to be ourselves at an early age."

"Really?! Right, yeah, yeah."

Sumire exhales relieved and strokes her chest down.

It's an understandable reaction, but let's just pretend we don't notice here.

"You're a lovely sister. What are you doing now?

"Come on, I haven't seen you in forever. Where, what are you doing?"

We've been collecting information since then, but the location remains unknown.

I don't even expect a cunning sister to let her grab her tail easily, but when will she be reunited?

"Do you want to see me?

He's staring at me worried.

Did you look sympathetic? I didn't notice until I was pointed out.

"I'd like to see you. Because it's like living for it."

I have kept my sister's words and I still collect a lot of skills.

That's why I've been a living collector for a long time.

myriad of skills, which are within me. This is all too......

I want to see you soon, sister.

I will recover my skills today. Have a day to reunite with my sister one day...... dreaming.