I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Bloody Draco roared. Instinctively, he began channeling all his energy into the blood-red sword. Continue reading at empire

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

Behind him, a Mausoleum of Massacre appeared. Unknown beings within it cried and shouted, "KILL!" This scene alone could make one die of fear. The mausoleum resembled hell itself.

The mausoleum moved, devouring the blood in the air. As for the unknown beings, they were countless and chaotic, fighting among themselves just to kill.

Bloody Draco raised the blood-red sword, preparing for his final strike. The bloody mausoleum emitted light, fusing with the blood-red sword. As the wind blew and the ground cracked, it felt as if the world was ending.

HAAAAAH!

Bloody Draco roared as the blood-red sword shone with intense light, destroying everything around him. With a slash, he unleashed a blood-red qi that surged toward the blood tiger.

The blood tiger sensed the impending danger, roaring in distress as it tried to counter the red sword qi.

The blood-red qi massacred everything in its path before reaching the blood tiger.

ROAR!

The mournful cry of the tiger echoed as the sword qi cut it in two, killing it and leaving behind a puddle of blood.

The Ranger Form was undone after this, reverting to the Weapon of Plunder. The blood in the air was absorbed by Bloody Draco as he walked toward the puddle of blood, devouring its mysterious energy.

After consuming the energy, Bloody Draco moved forward, eager to continue his slaughter.

He reached the edge of the bloody region, only to see an enormous golden skeleton, taller than mountains.

"WHY DO YOU KILL? WHY DO YOU MASSACRE? WHY DO YOU SLAUGHTER?"

The voice echoed from primordial times, sending a shock through Bloody Draco. His eyes cleared momentarily.

He sat cross-legged. "Why do I kill?"

He began to ruminate on the question. His blood-red eyes and hair gradually faded, replaced by his natural silver hair. He remained seated in deep thought for over five hours.

Finally, he spoke as his eyes cleared. "I kill to protect. I plunder, not to kill, but if anyone goes against my principles, they will face my sword."

Draco muttered as he opened his eyes. His body began emitting blood-red light, but this light was holy, which was shocking. Draco's mind was clear. His hair and eyes turned blood-red again, but they no longer radiated ferocity or slaughter. Instead, they exuded a warm and holy feeling.

Draco could now use the massacre intent without succumbing to killing thoughts.

[You have comprehended the skill, "Massacre Form Skill."]

[Massacre Form: This skill uses the massacre intent to transform and double one's strength. In this form, all skill strengths are increased by 10%.] X20

The system notification startled Draco. "Such a powerful skill," he muttered, shocked by the 20X effect. The skill was truly defying.

"Welcome back, Master," Xylara's voice chimed, making Draco turn to see her giggling. He understood the havoc Bloody Draco had caused—massacring thousands.

Thankfully, this was not the outside world, and the Volkoid here seemed evil. This realization calmed Draco; otherwise, he might have regretted it, potentially shattering his Origin Dao Heart.

"Yeah," Draco sighed. Today had been a hellish ordeal. Without the Unknown Voice, he might never have awakened, forever trapped in the depravity of massacre, deriving pleasure from it.

Recalling the unknown voice, Draco turned to the enormous golden skeleton before him. The voice had come from the skeleton. Rising to his feet, he moved closer for a better look.

The closer he got to the skeleton, the more shocked he became by its immense size. The skeleton also emitted an aura of suppression, surprising Draco further. Its origin seemed anything but ordinary.

"Do you know what kind of Volkoid skeleton this is?" Draco asked Xylara, who was standing beside him.

"This is the remains of a White Tiger," Xylara replied. "It is a tiger deity. I can feel it from its aura."

"Huh, a deity? But why can I move in front of it, only feeling some suppression?" Draco asked. To him, there was nothing too shocking about Godhood—he was literally standing before one. He only felt the pressure of someone with a higher cultivation level than him.

Xylara rolled her eyes at his words. "Its deity aura is restrained, and most of it has faded. Also, you have some resistance to it, which is why you can stand here. Just a wisp of deity aura could destroy more than half of Calonia City. Hmph."

Draco was shocked by this revelation. Just a wisp could eliminate more than half of Calonia? He found it hard to believe. Scratching his head, he admitted he didn't feel anything that extreme.

He looked at the golden bones, pondering his next move. "Wait, this is a deity's bone. If I use it to create armor, how strong would it be?" Draco's thoughts wandered as he stared greedily at the enormous skeleton.

Xylara felt uneasy seeing her master's gaze. "Master, don't try anything funny. A deity is not to be blasphemed."

Draco coughed. "Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything funny. I just want to check something," he said with a smile.

Walking closer to the skeleton, he could now see it clearly. It indeed resembled a tiger. This made him wonder if it was related to the white tiger he had encountered outside.

It seemed the white tiger had opened the way to this place, leading him to the White Tiger skeleton at the forest's edge. Taking a closer look at the bone, he thought about how to cut it. He wasn't naive—he knew that since it belonged to a deity, the bone wouldn't be easy to break.

"Let's test the hardness of the bone first," Draco nodded to himself, placing his hands on the skeleton and trying to move it.

The golden skeleton glowed with golden light. The next moment, Draco found himself on the ground. His bones had cracked, and he couldn't even move.

Now, he fully understood what Xylara had meant. The pressure of a deity's aura was overwhelming.

"After millions of years, someone has finally reached this place," a male voice echoed, sending a chill down Draco's spine. When did someone else get here?

Looking around, he saw no one. Confused, he wondered, "Is it my imagination?"

"Young man, look up," the same male voice sounded again, making him tremble. He tried to look up but couldn't because of the pressure.

"Oh, my bad," the voice said, and Draco felt the pressure vanish.

Standing up, he looked up and saw an old man with white hair, causing him to shiver. The old man's aura was identical to that of the golden skeleton. Was the skeleton pretending to be dead?

"Don't worry. It's just a remnant soul, but it could still eliminate Master in a second," Xylara's words made Draco shudder.

The old man looked at Draco. "Young man, what do you intend to do with my bones, poking at them like that?"

Draco forced a smile as the old man's voice echoed. He had been caught red-handed. Suddenly, the surroundings tightened, immobilizing him as a wave of massacre intent descended upon him.

"Master, you're digging your own grave. But don't worry—I can tell he doesn't want to kill you," Xylara giggled, amused by Draco's sweating face.

"Old man, who said so? I was admiring the bones. Their golden splendor made my heart skip a beat," Draco lied, maintaining a nervous smile.