I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

In the Night Clan

A black-robed man rushed in, his entire body trembling with fear, wounds covering him. He ran as if an apocalypse were upon him.

"I need to see Master," he said, standing in front of the study room door. Two guards stood at attention, opening the door after verifying his identity.

Verification was straightforward—each black-robed man bore a unique mark on their wrist that could not be replicated.

The black-robed man entered. As soon as he stepped in, he knelt down, head bowed. "Master, we failed the mission. I was the only one able to return to report."

Sitting before him was Deus, seated on his study chair, alongside a concealed black-robed figure.

"What happened?" Deus asked, raising an eyebrow, his gaze piercing through the kneeling man.

The mission had been simple: capture the betrayer. She had lost her cultivation, and although she had somehow regained it, she was still supposed to be weak. Yet here was news that his men had been decimated, leaving only one survivor.

Feeling the weight of Deus' gaze, the black-robed man began to tremble and sweat. Stammering, he recounted everything—the moment Draco had appeared, asking seemingly harmless questions, and how they had underestimated him.

They had believed they could eliminate Draco, convinced he was no match for them. But they had miscalculated. Draco had slaughtered them as if they were mere paper tigers. The survivor had escaped only because of a teleportation talisman Deus had provided.

Deus' expression darkened as he listened, his gaze growing colder. "You dared leave the academy... Let's see who will save you now. I'll make your life a living hell," Deus muttered.

He began analyzing the situation, piecing together the details of Draco's strength and actions. Then he noticed a glaring flaw—the teleportation talisman he had given the survivor required time to activate. Considering Draco's strength, there was no way the man could have escaped without Draco allowing it.

"HOW DARE HE?" Deus roared, slamming his fist onto the table as he stood, his anger palpable.

The implication was clear. If Draco had truly wanted to, he could have killed the survivor before he escaped. Allowing him to flee was deliberate—a calculated provocation. Draco wanted them to know.

"What insolence!" Deus shouted. Turning to the concealed figure beside him, he ordered, "Call the elders to gather at the family hall." The figure disappeared instantly to fulfill the command.

"As for you..." Deus' gaze fell on the black-robed man. With a wave of his hand, the man's head flew into the air, blood spraying as his lifeless body collapsed.

The man never thought his own master would kill him. He died filled with grievance. Deus coldly watched the corpse as flames engulfed it, reducing it to ashes.

"Pack the ashes," he instructed the guards before striding toward the family hall.

In the Family Hall

"What insolence! Has the world forgotten the terror of the Night Clan simply because we have been silent for too long?"

The Night Clan elders sat in the family hall, their expressions grim. Deus sat on the elevated Family Head seat, a position that symbolized his authority.

He recounted the events to them, carefully omitting his son's actions. Instead, he presented Draco as the one who had wronged their clan, claiming Draco had killed his son. Even if he had told the truth, most of the elders would still side with him.

Now, the elders were outraged. Not only had someone dared to kill their people, but they had also purposefully left a survivor to deliver the message.

This was a direct challenge to their authority, and the Night Clan would not tolerate such disrespect.

"We cannot let this stand," one elder said, his voice cold.

Deus' expression was equally unforgiving. "Send the Nights."

The hall fell silent as the weight of those words sank in. The Nights—the clan's most elite assassins—would ensure that Draco regretted his actions in this life and the next.

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A silver-haired young man and a black-haired woman walked toward the gate of the mercenary city. Draco sighed. The bustling crowd was just as he remembered, unchanged from before.

Draco had successfully convinced Jane to let him meet her sister. From her attitude, it was clear her twin sister was her entire world. Convincing her had been no easy task.

For Draco, if her twin sister turned out to be the Shadow Demon, it would be another crucial step toward finding the Seat of Demon. It would also bring another memory fragment to light.

Following Jane, they navigated a slum-like area filled with hidden pathways and numerous obstructions. After several minutes of weaving through these blockages, they arrived at a well-maintained building, small but habitable, and with a pleasant smell in the air.

They entered.

"Follow me," Jane said, leading Draco to a room.

Opening the door, they found it empty. Draco scanned the area. Was she tricking me? he thought, his guard rising. But when he saw Jane's expression, he realized something was wrong.

Jane stood frozen in shock. Her eyes darted around the room, searching desperately. She began to search the entire house in a panic but found no trace of her sister.

Running outside, Draco could see her sweating, her desperation evident. Her attachment to her sister was undeniable.

Draco joined in the search and soon noticed something—a trace of blood.

RING! RING!

Jane rushed inside to answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Dark, if you want your sister in one piece, come to the location I'll send—with that silver-haired guy," said a voice on the other end.

Draco could hear the voice clearly, but it sounded neither male nor female.

In a fit of anger, Jane clenched the phone as if ready to throw it, but she stopped herself, realizing the location of her sister might still be sent.

Draco could feel her rage. He, too, was angry—someone dared lay their hands on his subordinate.

"It's the Night Clan," Jane said in a low voice, beginning to explain her relationship with them.

The Night Clan had discovered her great talent during her awakening. However, her twin sister had not awakened, despite the clan's earlier claims about her potential. Unable to accept this, the clan tried to transfer her sister's supposed talent to one of their own clansmen. When that failed, they resorted to coercion.

Realizing her sister was her greatest weakness, the Night Clan forced Jane to carry out their bidding, threatening her sister's life if she disobeyed.

Draco clenched his fists tightly as he listened. He couldn't believe how low the so-called main clan had stooped. Are these the descendants of the Hero? he thought bitterly.

"You know there's an 80% chance this is a trap," Draco said.

"I know," Jane replied, her voice heavy with emotion. "But if I don't go, they might do something terrible to her."

Draco noted how different she seemed now compared to the cold, calculating person who had once tried to assassinate him.

"You can stay here..."

"When did I say I was staying?" Draco interrupted sharply, meeting her gaze. Since he had already offended the Night Clan and they had dared to harm his subordinate, the feud between them was now irreconcilable.

Jane looked at Draco with gratitude. With his strength, she believed they might have a chance to rescue her sister. She also suspected he hadn't used his full power in their earlier battle.

As they stepped outside, they suddenly sensed the presence of five people lurking in the shadows. Moments later, five unknown men emerged.

"Our boss asked us to lead you to him," one of them said coldly.