I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

At the Luminari Academy, at the entrance of the small world, a portal appeared, and a silver-haired young man stepped out. As soon as he emerged, some elders sensed his presence.

"Uh, another one has returned," one of them muttered.

Most of the elders came to investigate, and when they saw who it was, they were baffled. Why had he returned so early? With his demonstrated talent, they had expected him to return last—perhaps even be forced out for the competition.

Five teachers arrived: Darvis, Williams, Alya, Red, and Blue.

"You're back," Alya said, looking at Draco.

Draco nodded in confirmation.

"There was nothing to gain anymore," he said.

His words raised eyebrows all around. It sounded arrogant, given that this small world was the foundation of Luminari Academy, and even the academy itself hadn't fully explored it.

But when they looked at Draco, they felt as though they were staring into a bottomless abyss. Some even sensed danger radiating from him.

Draco noticed their expressions and smirked inwardly. To him, the small world offered nothing of value. The things that could benefit him were either unusable at his current level or things he could retrieve later since the world now belonged to him.

"It looks like he's gained a lot," some of the elders whispered among themselves, studying Draco with interest.

Tera, the Vice Chancellor, arrived shortly after. When he saw Draco, he frowned. Examining him more closely, Tera was shocked.

"You resolved the massacre issue," he said.

As expected of the Vice Chancellor, Draco thought. He smiled. "Yes, I was lucky to find my true path."

Tera was surprised. He had underestimated Draco. He could sense how pure Draco's massacre intent was—purer than he had ever encountered. Though he couldn't grasp its full depth, what he did perceive was shocking.

With a nod and a smile, Tera disappeared from sight. The elders and teachers dispersed as well, leaving only Draco and Alya.

Alya smiled, observing Draco's sharp expression. "As expected of Master, you've cultivated such pure massacre intent."

She could sense it herself, though she wasn't surprised—it was Draco, after all.

Draco shook his head and smiled bitterly. "It wasn't as easy as you think."

Without Old Chin's skeleton, he couldn't imagine what might have happened to him if he hadn't awakened from the depraved path of massacre.

As they walked back to his dorm, Draco filled Alya in on the details. Hearing his story, Alya was visibly shocked.

"Fufu, Master has gained the White Tiger bloodline," she teased. "It seems Master is destined to be even stronger than in his past life. Why don't you let this little subordinate serve you?"

Her naughty hands reached toward a rather sensitive area, causing Draco to spring into action.

He bolted, running as if his life depended on it. Alya giggled behind him, amused by his reaction. To her, he truly looked like someone fleeing from a demon. Wait... she was a demon.

As Draco ran, a thought struck him, and he abruptly stopped.

"It seems I have to go back," he muttered, turning around and sprinting toward Alya.

Alya, who was heading back herself, felt someone approaching from behind. When she turned and saw it was Draco, she smirked.

"Has Master finally agreed to let this little subordinate please the 'little brother' down there?" she teased shamelessly.

Draco reached her and sighed, clearly exasperated. "That's not why I came back."

"Is it that Master doesn't want this little subordinate anymore?" she said, pouting and giving him puppy eyes. Her expression was so pitiful, she looked like an abandoned wife pleading for her husband's love.

What an actress! Draco thought to himself.

Women, he mused. Their antics were overwhelming. In the small world, Ivy and Lyraea wouldn't let him out of their sight. Whether he was hunting or resting, they always clung to him. They even compared themselves to Anna, a child!

And now there was this succubus, tempting him to taint his innocent mind. His soft heart wasn't as shameless as theirs—especially Alya's—which left him vulnerable to their antics.

"I'm here for a serious matter," Draco said deeply. "I need to visit Mercenary City tomorrow morning and see what's up with Adrian. Maybe he's found clues about the other Seat of Demon."

Time was running out—not that he wouldn't eventually complete the mission, but he needed to act swiftly. So far, he had located three demons. The Phoenix Demon was on another continent, and he needed to scout the entire Cerulean region to ensure there weren't any other Seats of Demon before heading to the outer galaxies in search of the remaining ones.

"Okay, I'll visit Master tomorrow morning and take you to the academy teleportation portal," Alya replied.

Draco nodded, feeling calmer now that this was settled. "Oh, also, I brought some pets back from the small world."

He waved his hand, and Elsa, the Overlords, and Anna appeared in their human forms.

"Good Uncle!" Anna cried out, throwing herself into Draco's arms. He carried her, satisfying her need for attention.

He began the introductions. The white-haired young man was the White Tiger, the golden-haired burly man was the Divine Elephant, the black-haired young man was the Night Panther, and the golden-haired monkey was the Battle Ape. Elsa, the only lady in the group, stood elegantly beside them.

When Alya saw them, she was shocked. All these Volkoids possessed Divine Grade bloodlines, and their identities were astonishing. When her gaze landed on Anna, she shivered slightly—but Draco didn't notice.

It seemed Alya knew something about Anna. When she saw how close her master was to the little girl, she sighed softly.

"I need them to blend into the academy and establish an identity that won't cause any issues," Draco said. Alya nodded, taking note of his request.

THE NEXT DAY

Alya arrived early and led Draco to the academy's teleportation portal. Access required academy points, which Draco had only just learned about. Alya handled the payment without hesitation.

She then pulled out a diamond pass. "This will help Master return to Cerulean," she said.

Draco nodded. When they arrived in Cerulean, he recognized the area, so it wasn't surprising. As for the cost of the teleportation, it seemed negligible to her.

Alya then handed Draco a card. "This has my number. Master should call me when he's coming back. I've saved it on your phone, but this is just in case."

Draco accepted the card and placed it in his inventory. As he turned to enter the portal, the old man in charge spoke.

"You won't land directly in Mercenary City but somewhere nearby. You'll have to find your own way inside."

Draco felt a headache coming on but nodded. "Okay," he said and stepped into the portal.

When Draco opened his eyes, he found himself in a different location—a forest. It was a familiar forest, one where he had once hunted Volkoids. However, he had no idea how far he was from Mercenary City.

Picking a direction, Draco started walking. After a few minutes, he heard the sound of weapons clashing, which made him quicken his pace toward the noise.

When he arrived at the scene, he saw someone surrounded by numerous black-clad figures. As he examined the lone fighter's face, he realized it was someone familiar...