I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"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.

The old man scrutinized Draco, making him sweat. Then he roared wildly with laughter, causing Draco to relax slightly. Even though Xylara had assured him the old man had no killing intent, Draco couldn't help but stay on edge—one never knew what might happen. The old man could strike at the last second.

But the old man's laughter put him at ease. Stay updated through empire

"I never expected someone would cross the forest, and it's a human," the old man laughed, his words confusing Draco.

What was so hard about crossing the blood-red forest? He thought back to his massacre rampage; it had seemed easy enough to him.

"Do you really think it was easy?" Xylara's words echoed in his mind.

"Yes, what's hard about it?" Draco raised his eyebrows.

Xylara appeared beside him, rolling her eyes. "If it were really you—without the transformation—you would have been devoured from the very beginning."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, confused.

"Do you think you have enough stamina and MP to battle thousands of Volkoids, each over level 50? Not to mention, they carry a mysterious energy that causes internal injuries and slows you down," she explained.

"And that blood tiger? It was a demi-deity. Poor you wouldn't have survived even one of its strikes."

"But after the transformation caused by the massacre intent, you were like a fish in water. Your strength tripled, and the mysterious energy had no effect on your body. You became their bane, making it easy to massacre them. Also, the blood energy restored your stamina and MP through the Plundering Ability."

"As for the demigod tiger, it didn't expect you to surge with that last attack. And don't forget, that mausoleum was strong—almost like a domain—and the ranger form helped you unleash such power," Xylara added with a snort.

Draco was shocked. He had never realized how overwhelming his abilities had been during his massacre rampage. At that moment, it had all felt so normal. He hadn't even appraised the trees to notice they were level 50.

"Does that mean I can battle in the demigod realm now if I use the Massacre Form with Ranger Form?" Draco muttered in delight.

Xylara rolled her eyes again. "Do you think the demigod realm is easy to conquer? You can't recreate the same scene as before, so don't even bother thinking about it."

The old man broke their discussion. "Young man, I wonder which race you are from. I sense a familiar aura around you, which makes me curious if you have a particular background."

Draco scratched his head. "I don't know about my background since I'm an orphan," he said. It was the safest response, as revealing more information could put him in danger.

The old man scrutinized Draco again. "I never thought someone would comprehend such a strong massacre intent, making it so pure and even gaining something from it."

"What do you mean by that? Is there a difference in massacre intent?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrows in confusion.

"Yes, young man. The strength of your massacre intent depends on its purpose. Those who kill for fun have the weakest massacre intent—it's impure, and they are likely to be controlled by it at any moment."

"But yours is so pure, which makes me wonder about the path you've chosen," the old man said. "Now I know my White Tiger inheritance will flourish in your hands."

The old man waved his hand, and winds began to blow. The blood from all around began to float, merging into one bundle. All the blood in the region—including the blood from the fallen Volkoids—rose into the air.

They formed a massive veil of blood, nearly covering the entire sky.

The old man waved his hand again, and the blood veil began to compress. Smaller and smaller it became, until it finally formed a small golden droplet of blood. From the droplet, faint tiger roars echoed, filling the air.

Draco watched this scene speechlessly, his body trembling. Just a single drop of blood had dyed such a vast forest. What kind of blood was this?

"It's the blood of a deity," Xylara said, satisfying his curiosity. "It's time to meet an old friend."

The old man, who had been speaking to Draco, suddenly felt an extra aura. Looking beside Draco, he saw Xylara.

He shook his head in terror, as though recognizing Xylara's identity. He then looked back at Draco with an expression of understanding.

Draco noticed the old man's gaze had changed, as if he had seen something shocking. Following the direction of his gaze, Draco realized it was focused on Xylara. But how? Xylara wasn't supposed to be visible to others.

"I thought people couldn't see you," Draco said in shock.

"When did I ever say that?" Xylara rolled her eyes.

Hearing her reply, Draco began to think. It was true—Xylara had never explicitly told him she couldn't be seen. It had been his own assumption.

As for the incident with Alya and Adrian speaking to Xylara, Draco had no knowledge of it, as he had been in his wild massacre state at the time.

The old man's gaze remained fixed on Draco, a mixture of shock and eventual calmness crossing his face. "I never expected the plunderer to survive," he said.

"Who is he?" Draco asked curiously.

"He's one of the sons of the Tiger Deity—and a lazy one at that," Xylara chuckled before turning to the old man. "Little Chin, how is the God's Domain?"

The old man's expression turned sorrowful. "There is no God's Domain anymore. The Deity Domain, the Demon Domain, the Volkoid Domain—all of them are gone. Only remnants remain."

Xylara looked shocked, unable to believe what she had just heard. "How did it happen?"

The old man spoke bitterly. "I ran away from home with our maid—the one I was in love with—to the lower world. By the time I returned, everything was in ruins. Every domain had been destroyed. I found a message left by my father, telling me to flee and giving me a drop of his blood."

"As I was escaping, I encountered a strange creature with three eyes, speaking of the destruction of the gods. Thankfully, it didn't see me, allowing me to escape. But when I tried to return, I could no longer find the domains—only scattered remnants."

Xylara's eyes reflected her shock. The death of the gods seemed far more complicated than it appeared. "How does one ascend to Godhood now?"

The old man sighed. "The remnants have grown to form a domain, but it's nothing compared to what existed before."

Xylara and Old Chin continued their discussion while Draco stayed silent, quietly absorbing the information.

After a few minutes, the old man said sadly, "I guess my time is up." He laughed, however, and added, "But it's good that my White Tiger bloodline can still be of use to the plunderer."

He moved the golden-red drop of blood toward Draco, intending to fuse it with him. With a wave of his hand, another drop of golden-red blood emerged from the skeleton.

The old man's skeleton began to melt into golden liquid as he directed it to fuse with Draco.

ROAR! CHIRP! ROAR!

Draco's bloodlines sensed an invasion and began to resist the tiger bloodline's entry. Suddenly, a snort echoed, and the bloodlines quieted, allowing the tiger bloodline to fuse without further resistance.