I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

[You have killed a Level 42 Armed Ape. You have gained 105 EXP and 60 PP.] x20

A silver-haired man eliminated a Volkoid, its corpse falling to the ground. Behind him was a group of four girls and ladies.

This was Draco and his group. After Ivy and Lyraea awoke, they had left the damaged nest and ventured out to hunt Volkoids, aiming to level up.

Nearly two hours had passed, and Draco and his group had killed numerous Volkoids, acquiring treasures like herbs along the way.

His intent had now increased, and he had gained and plundered a new intent:

[Your Massacre Intent has leveled up. It is now at Level 4.]

This notification didn't bring Draco any joy. Instead, it left him slightly depressed.

KILL! KILL! KILL!

A wave of Massacre Intent rushed into his mind, soaking his soul in its ominous energy. He found himself fantasizing about carrying out a massacre across the small world. Each time this thought crossed his mind, he felt a shocking sense of relish.

"Darling, are you okay?" Ivy and Lyraea asked, concerned.

Draco had been behaving strangely since their hunt began. His eyes would occasionally glow blood-red, and Massacre Intent emanated ominously from his body.

When they questioned him, Draco dismissed their concerns, claiming he was fine and only dealing with a minor issue. However, it was clear the problem was intensifying, and they feared it might spiral out of control.

"I'm fine," Draco assured them with a smile, suppressing the Massacre Intent, even though he knew it was only a temporary fix.

"It seems I need to stop killing," Draco thought. He had never encountered an intent that strengthened with every massacre. There were moments when he wondered if eliminating all beings in the small world would make him strong enough to reach the Domain Realm. Perhaps, he mused, he could take first place in the academy contest and complete the system mission.

This dangerous line of thought almost consumed him, but Ivy and Lyraea managed to snap him out of it.

Elsa observed Draco silently. Through the system contract, she could sense what he was experiencing. The intensity of his killing intent shocked her, and she marveled at how he was managing to stay sane.

"Mama, what's wrong with Bad Uncle? Is he pretending to kill us? A bad uncle indeed," Elsa's daughter said, glaring at Draco with suspicion.

Draco froze at the little girl's words. Ever since meeting her, she had insisted on calling him "Bad Uncle." How did he seem bad? It wasn't as though he'd tried to harm her mother! And now, his reputation was in tatters before a child.

"Anna, don't say that," Elsa reprimanded her daughter.

"But, Mama, is he threatening you? Tell me, why are you siding with this bad uncle who came to our home and hurt you?" Anna protested.

The more Draco listened, the more helpless he felt.

"He's a bad uncle! Mama, let's not follow him," Anna insisted.

Suddenly, an uncontrollable surge of anger and killing intent engulfed Draco. His gaze locked onto Anna with murderous intent.

"Bad Uncle, what are you doing?" Anna asked nervously as Draco began moving toward her. When she caught a glimpse of his gaze, her body trembled.

As a child, Anna had never encountered such a terrifying aura. Draco's killing intent had materialized, forming a blood-red skeleton towering ominously behind him.

"Darling!"

"Draco!"

"Master!"

Ivy, Lyraea, and Elsa all called out to him in alarm. Elsa could sense through the contract that Draco's soul was drowning in a torrent of killing intent.

Their cries seemed to jolt Draco, causing him to hesitate. He stopped and looked at Anna, his eyes flickering between clarity and blood-red chaos.
Experience tales at empire

Draco was fighting desperately to regain control of himself.

This struggle continued for several tense moments before Draco screamed, clutching his head as he fought to reclaim his sanity. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and regaining his composure.

"That was close," Draco thought.

He had almost killed Anna due to the overwhelming influence of the Massacre Intent. He realized this was spiraling out of control. Each time he suppressed it, the intent surged back, stronger than before.

This wasn't even a full day of battling the Massacre Intent, and he was already on the brink. Draco wasn't sure how long he could hold on.

This was the terrifying power of the Massacre Intent.

"Xylara," Draco called out, and this time Xylara responded, appearing beside him.

"What happened... Impossible! How did this happen?" Xylara exclaimed in shock upon seeing the situation.

Others might not have been able to notice, but she could. The red dot of Draco's Massacre Intent had grown far larger than expected, alarmingly so.

"Your Massacre Intent is at Level Four, but it's as massive as if it were at Level Eight!" she cried out. Without Draco explaining, she understood why he had summoned her. She could see the lingering traces of Massacre Intent in his eyes, still emitting a dangerous killing aura.

"What happened? What do you mean? Anyway, I called you to ask—how did my past life solve this issue?" Draco asked.

"Your past life? Master didn't comprehend Massacre Intent but plundered it. His experience wasn't as intense as yours," Xylara explained.

Draco felt a sharp pang of despair upon hearing this. He had hoped to rely on the experiences of his past life to overcome this problem. But now, it turned out his past self hadn't truly understood the intent—he had merely stolen it.

In contrast, Draco had comprehended it himself. He wondered what he could do before the Massacre Intent overwhelmed him completely.

"I have a skill that could temporarily help the Crow suppress it using her flames," Xylara said gravely. "But this is only a short-term solution. When the Massacre Intent surges again, its strength will be far greater. If you aren't careful, you might succumb to it."

"Teach her how to do it. I'll overcome it before it acts up again," Draco said with determination.

He called Elsa, who arrived with her child. Xylara glanced at Anna and remarked, "Her flame would have been more effective, perhaps even able to devour the intent, but she's still too weak."

Her words made Draco smile bitterly. He looked at Anna and muttered, "Why can't you grow stronger faster?"

Xylara passed the skill through Draco to Elsa. Elsa, sensing the content of the skill, understood Draco's intentions.

She opened her mouth and expelled a silvery black flame that moved like a living being. This was her essence flame—the strongest flame from the Nether Sun.

Separating part of the flame caused Elsa pain, but it was insignificant compared to her resolve. She began forming hand seals, manipulating the essence flame.

The flame shrank until it was the size of a mustard seed. Despite its tiny size, the heat it emitted was overwhelming, proving its potency.

The condensed flame floated toward Draco's eyebrows and entered through them. Elsa exhaled deeply, recovering from the strain, while Anna watched Draco cautiously, wondering if this "bad uncle" might retaliate.

Draco felt a chilling sensation as the flame entered his soul. He sensed the destructive power of the Massacre Intent withdrawing, forming a small domain. Within this domain, the tiny flame slowly devoured the intent.

For the first time, Draco felt a measure of relief and freedom. He took a deep breath and declared, "Now, it's high time I find the true path of my Massacre Intent."