I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"There's only one option left," Draco muttered, gripping the Weapon of Plunder. He had no choice but to activate his Ranger Form.

Just as he prepared to do so, something unexpected occured.

KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!

The massacre intent surged violently, attempting to seize control. This stopped him from entering his Ranger Form. The massacre intent had devoured a significant amount of the mysterious energy, growing even stronger than before.

Draco fought to suppress it, but they were at a stalemate—the massacre intent striving to erode Draco's sanity, while Draco struggled to retain it.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

Draco dropped to his knees, releasing the Weapon of Plunder and clutching his head as the pain from the massacre intent's invasion intensified.

The Blood Rabbits and Blood Trees noticed Draco's vulnerable state. They wouldn't let such an opportunity slip away.

They unleashed multiple golden attacks, hitting Draco and sending him flying through the air. He coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his focus shattered, allowing the massacre intent to invade fully.

The Blood Rabbits and Blood Trees halted their advance, sensing the danger emanating from Draco. A palpable dread filled the air as they cautiously observed him, realizing that a monster was awakening within.

The sound of Draco's cries ceased abruptly. His hair turned pure blood-red, his eyes radiating the same ominous hue. This was his new form as he stood, emanating a wild, feral smile. The massacre intent surrounding him was so intense it seemed almost tangible.

With a swift movement, Blood Draco struck.

PUCHI PUCHI!

A Blood Rabbit and Blood Tree were obliterated with a single punch. Blood splattered everywhere, and Bloody Draco licked his lips, savoring the moment.

Though the Blood Trees were made of wood, it appeared as if they were composed of flesh and blood. Their injuries bled profusely, and to Bloody Draco, it was a feast for his senses. This was the kind of chaos it craved—the massacre of all things.

With another move, Bloody Draco struck a cluster of enemies, reclaiming the Weapon of Plunder and cutting down another group.

This was pure, unrelenting massacre.

The overwhelming horde of Blood Rabbits and Blood Trees proved powerless before him. Bloody Draco toyed with them mercilessly.

Whenever one of the Blood Rabbits or Blood Trees attempted to flee, it was swiftly eliminated first, instilling paralyzing fear in the remaining creatures. The medium-intelligence Blood Volkoids trembled, powerless against their predator.

They were like sheep before a wolf, utterly unable to resist Bloody Draco.

As he fought, Bloody Draco wore a wild grin, laughing maniacally, reveling in the slaughter. Whenever his Originat dwindled, he simply absorbed the blood in the air, restoring his strength to its peak. Experience exclusive tales on empire

Additionally, with every kill, a part of the Blood Rabbits' and Blood Trees' blood, sticky and peculiar, surfaced. Bloody Draco consumed this substance greedily. It was the same mysterious energy infused in the rabbits' claws, fueling his massacre intent further.

Within minutes, Bloody Draco had eradicated the entire swarm of Blood Rabbits and Blood Trees. Blood flowed like a river, drenching his entire body. He licked his lips at the carnage, unsatisfied despite the massacre he had carried out. He craved more—more blood, more death, more destruction.

Draco's consciousness was slipping further, eroded by the massacre intent. Regaining control was now a near-impossible struggle.

The massacre intent had leveled up to Level 6, pushing Draco closer to complete corruption. He was teetering on the brink of his own downfall.

Bloody Draco didn't stop there but moved forward, deeper into the forest.

As he ventured deeper, taller trees emerged, along with Blood Rabbits, and this time, a new type of Volkoid appeared—an insect type. It was a Blood Mosquito, a creature that feeds on blood.

This didn't concern Bloody Draco; all that consumed his mind was the desire to kill, kill, and kill.

Without waiting for them to attack, he charged at them, slaughtering them and provoking their wrath.

This time, Bloody Draco cast spells and skills, but every one of them radiated a bloody aura. Acting purely on instinct, he used these spells to fuel his relentless massacre.

With every kill, his aura increased, and the massacre intent became more tangible. The current massacre intent was so powerful it could make someone at Level 50 shiver in fear, possibly killing them outright. This demonstrated just how strong the massacre intent had become.

Draco himself wasn't even as strong as Bloody Draco, which was shocking. Within a few minutes, this group of enemies was completely annihilated. However, he wasn't satisfied—he wanted to continue massacring until he lost all his strength.

If this had been the outside world, the massacre intent would have drained all of Draco's strength, forcing him to retreat and giving him the opportunity to regain consciousness.

However, the sheer number of lives exterminated during that period was what made Draco resist allowing the massacre intent to gain control. During that time, he couldn't know how many lives he might have taken.

But in this bloody world, it was as if Bloody Draco had an inexhaustible supply of Originat. Despite fighting against more than hundreds of Blood Volkoids—and thousands in total—he showed no signs of fatigue, as if he hadn't fought at all.

This was shocking.

He moved deeper and deeper, continuing his massacre. His hair resembled flowing blood, and his eyes glowed like pools of blood—an utterly terrifying sight.

Xylara, who resided within Draco's body, felt a strange discomfort. She emerged only to witness Draco's current state: Bloody Draco.

She shook her head. There was nothing she could do—it was up to Draco to survive this ordeal. She trusted her master to find a way.

Having followed him for so long, Xylara knew Draco well. She was confident he had put some form of protection in place for his reincarnation. If not Draco himself, then surely that "Lady Chaser" would have ensured it.

Her thoughts drifted to the past—the battle that led to the Gods' reincarnation and the events that followed. She checked her memories, but there was no record of such an event. Furthermore, she didn't feel as though any part of her memory had been erased.

She questioned the other spirits, but they, too, shared her confusion. None of their memories seemed to have been tampered with.

Meanwhile, Bloody Draco continued his rampage. Xylara watched him intently, her expression serious.

Draco's situation wasn't typical of massacre intent. Normally, massacre intent doesn't level up so easily through killing, especially when one is treading the wrong path. Furthermore, even though the massacre intent remained in the form of an intent, it had already begun to form the prototype of an Intent Domain.

She could tell that the Bloody Forest they were in was like a paradise for Bloody Draco.

As Bloody Draco delved deeper into the forest, his massacres began to slow. His opponents were becoming stronger, making battles increasingly difficult.

Their numbers dwindled as he ventured further, but their strength far exceeded his own.

In front of him stood a Blood Tree as tall as a mountain, a Blood Rabbit taller than a human, a Blood Mosquito the size of a person, and a Blood Raven.

Guided by instinct, Bloody Draco raised the Weapon of Plunder and channeled his massacre intent into it. The weapon emitted a blood-red light, glowing ominously in his grasp.