Thief Mage

8

After walking down a dark spiral staircase in the palace, I arrived at a room on the highest floor. A guard captain fumbled for a key and unlocked the heavy metal door. Gritting his teeth, he pushed with both hands, a powerful force. With a creaking sound, the nearly 100-pound iron door swung open with the creak of age. Heavily bound by ropes, I felt a sharp shove from behind. I stumbled into the room and was immediately struck by the dim, eerie atmosphere. The only source of light came from the circular skylight in the center of the ceiling.

The room was bare, save for a chair in the center. Light streamed vertically from the skylight onto the chair. Made of some unknown material, it was a glossy black, engraved with numerous strange runes and totems. It was lavishly decorated, with a silver dragon hide cushioning its seat. Even the four legs were covered in gold. It was truly luxurious. I should be able to sit on this luxurious chair soon.

A closer look revealed a pair of handcuffs on the chair's armrests. Oh my god! It's black stone. Its sheen is obvious. It's incredibly strange! With my knowledge as a treasure thief, I know this stone is a natural magic-resistant material, renowned for its hardness. It's not afraid of extreme cold or heat. This rare stone is typically used to craft divine weapons. Weapons made from it are indestructible, and magic wands made from it can withstand immense magical output. Of course, if it were used to make handcuffs... I doubt even a wizard would be able to break it, and no weapon could cut through it. Black stone is incredibly hard to find. The Ottomans are truly one of the world's great powers, having gathered so much black stone to craft five handcuffs. It seems two on the armrests are for handcuffs, two on the legs for feet, and the final, larger one is for the waist.

Just as I expected, I quickly sat down on the chair. As soon as I sat down, I immediately understood the purpose of the runes and silver dragonhide on it. My magic power was instantly drained, and I couldn't use any strength in my limbs. It's obvious this chair is designed to seal away magical power and strength. It seems this time is truly doomed. I've reached a point where there seems to be no turning back. Although I'm a world-class thief, I'm helpless against such a sophisticated anti-theft system.

Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. I calmly sat down on this much-feared Divine Punishment. The silver dragon hide was smooth and soft, and it felt truly comfortable. I couldn't help but wiggle my hips, feeling the pleasant sensation.

Karina and the others stood in the room, giving me strange looks. Perhaps no one in Divine Punishment could be as relaxed as I was.

I don't know how long I sat there, enjoying myself, when an old priest entered from the doorway. He was dressed in a snow-white priestly robe, his face wrinkled and his beard white, looking rather kind. He held a golden disc in his hand. The object it held was covered by a black silk cloth. The outline revealed an object the size of a semicircular basin. He slowly approached. From the black silk, a terrifying aura emanated, along with a faint aura of death. With my thief's intuition, I knew that an object with such a strange power was no ordinary treasure, but rather one of immense value. This strange power proved that it possessed a very special ability. It was an ancient magical object. I'd encountered this feeling before with my wind magic wand, so I had a certain understanding of it. But what was this special ability? No need to speculate, because I could immediately understand it.

He walked over to me and carefully lifted the black cloth, revealing a golden metal cap the size of a semicircular basin. Perhaps a mushroom would be a more apt description. When the old priest placed it on my head, it looked even more like a mushroom. Once I put it on, I could sense even more strongly the strange aura emanating from above. It was like the wails of the undead, the wails of ghosts. It was the aura of death. I finally felt the fear of death.

Death! Am I really going to die? Alas! It seems so. There's nothing to hold onto in this life. My biggest regret is that I haven't shed the shameful title of virginity yet.

As much as I hate to say it, the truth is that those in this age group who can hold the honor of being a virgin are extremely rare. In this world, there's no set marriage age for men and women; women can marry as long as they're fifteen or sixteen. Furthermore, many perverts, driven by profit and seeking to achieve some unknown purpose, vigorously promote the greatness of love, declaring that men don't care about their partner's poverty, power, beauty, or virginity.

In reality, they do this simply to...

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The Thief Mage, latest chapter, Chapter 8, URL: This rumor has led to a global trend of s****l openness, resulting in an extremely rare number of virgins in their twenties.

I know these people; they often show up at parties. As a virgin, I find this behavior shameful, vulgar, and despicable...

Why was I the only one who failed...