Stealing Necromancer

The throne of the last human alive was built from the corpses of a million monsters. Kim Han-wool sat atop the grotesque mountain, his breath rattling in his chest like loose change in an empty tin. Below him lay the ruin of civilization. Beside him lay the broken bodies of the people he had sworn to protect. The Paladins with their shields of light, the Mages with their catastrophic fire, the Sword Saints with their aura—they had all fallen. They died with honor. They died as heroes. As the holder of the Unique Class: «Thief». "I stole everything..." he whispered, blood dripping from his chin onto his tattered armor. He had stolen mana from beasts to keep his team fighting. He had stolen weapons from warlords to arm the weak. He had stolen aggro, attention, and opportunities. He had fought harder and dirtier than anyone, all to keep humanity breathing for just one more second. But he couldn't steal their lives back from the grip of death. Thwack. A spear of shadow pierced his chest. The final blow. Han-wool didn't scream. He was too tired. As the cold embraced him, he felt a familiar sensation—the itch in his fingers. The urge to take. Is this it? he thought, his vision fading to black. After all that suffering, I die with empty hands? [System Alert] [You have met the hidden conditions of the Class: «Thief»] [You have stolen every second of survival possible.] [There is nothing left to steal in this timeline.] A golden interface, brighter than any he had ever seen, burned through the darkness of his death. [Would you like to target a new domain?] [Target: Destiny] Han-wool’s lips curled into a bloody, savage grin. Even in death, his greed for life was insatiable. "If the heavens won't give my people a future..." He reached out his hand, grasping at the impossible light. "...then I'll just have to steal one." [Skill Activated: «Destiny Theft»] [Rewinding World...]