In a land where destiny hinged entirely on innate abilities, a Korean orphan, raised in the shadows of an almshouse, bore a dreadful curse: the forbidden skill, "Avarice." This wasn't just any skill; it was considered anathema, a dangerous taint, earning him scorn and ostracism, even amongst the revered Holy Knights – paragons of virtue, blessed with legitimate, honorable powers. He toiled as a lowly gofer for these very Knights, enduring constant humiliation and mistreatment. It wasn't reasoned malice, not exactly; more like a gut-deep fear and loathing of his accursed gift. Think of it as a societal allergy to his very being. But then, everything shifted. One day, "Avarice" fully awakened within him. This long-dormant power wasn't just a curse; it was a ravenous entity, capable of absorbing and dominating the skills of others – a veritable skill-vampire, if you will. As the kingdom spiraled into pandemonium, the once-despised orphan rose up against his tormentors. Armed with "Avarice," he embarked on a path of vengeance and, let's be honest, conquest. He systematically dismantled the Holy Knights, upending the established order one fallen hero at a time. His power swelled, a malevolent tide, but a chilling question echoed in its wake: how far would he go to sate his thirst for justice… and power? The line blurred, didn't it? It always does in these situations.