Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Parker stared at the glowing screen in his mind, barely suppressing the urge to groan.

[Ding! Descendant of an Origin Family detected.]

Origin Family? He blinked. What the hell does that even mean?

"System, who the hell are the Origin Families?"

Silence.

Then—

[Error: Insufficient Data. This information is currently unavailable.]

Oh, for fuck's sake. Where did you even get it when you don't have it's data?

Of course, the damn system picked now to be cryptic. Mysteries. Always more damn mysteries. His life was practically a tangled mess of questions no one wanted to answer. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to shake off the annoyance building in his chest.

And yet—

That ping. That specific alert felt too important to brush off.

"Wait. What do you mean 'currently unavailable?'"

[Like you heard host! The mission was automatically generated after the confrontation with the Voidhowls!] The system will reply.

"Hold on... What mission? What the fuck are you even talking about?" Parker had been unconscious when the mission appeared and disappeared afterwards.

The system chimed in response pulling out the notification from days ago.

[Ding! New Mission Generated.

Mission: Debt of Fate

Objective: Find and Conquer the Descendants of the Origin Families.

Reward: Direction Mission to the Path.

Parker blinked, the words burning into his vision. Debt of Fate? Descendants? Conquer?

"What do you mean... conquer them?" His stomach twisted. He really hoped it wasn't implying some twisted fantasy shit.

[Any way possible to make the descendants completely loyal to you, Host.] Parker blinked again. Then his lips twitched, more in relief than anything else.

"Oh... So not like... weird, creepy conquering. Good. For a second there, I thought you meant... never mind."

Still. None of this felt right. "Conquer" wasn't a word you threw around lightly. It didn't sound like some casual scavenger hunt or a side quest. He could already tell—this wasn't something simple.

The system wasn't being vague out of laziness; it genuinely didn't know—or maybe couldn't explain. Which meant the deeper Parker dug into this supernatural mess, the less reliable the damn thing seemed to become.

"Well, good thing you still have that million pumping function!"

Parker leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, mind still racing with everything the system had just dumped on him.

Origin Families...

It didn't sound nice. Not even a little bit. That wasn't some casual title you tossed around like a secret club or ancient bloodline trope. It felt heavier. Dangerous. Like there was weight behind it—like history soaked in blood and secrets.

And, of course, the system was becoming more and more useless about the important shit.

No—scratch that. It wasn't useless. He was just uncovering way more than it could apparently handle. Mysteries. Layers. Stacking on top of each other so fast he felt like he was drowning in questions with zero answers.

First, the Blackwoods. No, the Voidhowls. Their real name, the truth that had glitched the system when it tried to appraise them. A family so terrifying that even omniscient knowledge broke trying to describe them.

And now there was Maya.

Yeah. She was a whole mystery herself. The girl who was somehow just as confusing. The way her presence pulled people in. That unnatural charm.

Damn it.

Parker exhaled slowly, closing his eyes, a weird thought hit him.

"Wait…are the two families connected? Like, something bigger going on here?" The more he thought about it, the more it made too much sense.

It was all connected. He could feel it. It had to be!

But how deep did it go?

The tension, the way Robert and Maya's family looked like they were barely holding back from snapping each other's necks whenever they crossed paths. And now that he thought about it—

Whenever Robert went on those weird "business trips," Maya's dad would also vanish around the same time. Same with the Harpers. Hell, that other creepy-ass family too—That other family he barely remembered the name of but had the same vibe.

Then, like clockwork, And then Robert would return. Everyone else too.

And the tension? Gone. Like someone had flipped a switch.

"Nah, bro... There's no way that's a coincidence."

Parker shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"This is turning into a fucking headache." Parker sighed under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.

But he wasn't about to let it drop. Not when he had leads—Maya. Evelyn. Even Annabelle. If he played it smart, he could dig deeper. Get answers.

Use them.

He didn't feel bad about it either. Not anymore.

The whole morality angle? That shit got tossed out the window when his life turned into a supernatural soap opera where half the cast could nuke cities. His life felt like it was constantly getting dragged into this supernatural vortex, and if he was gonna survive, he needed every damn advantage he could get. Enjoy new chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Survival came first.

Besides, he doubted they were innocent themselves. Not when everybody seemed to be hiding something.

And speaking of hiding—

"Appraise." The system chimed instantly.

[Name: Maya Winslow

Age: 17

Race: Witch

????]

Just as expected—blurred info. But at least now he had an idea of what she was.

"A witch, huh? Figures." A witch. Sure. But witches weren't supposed to be this hard to figure out, right?

"System, what's this 'Direction Mission' thing you mentioned?"

[Ding! The Direction Mission is a core quest tied to the path you will choose. It defines the host's ultimate trajectory and long-term goals.]

"Cool. Vague as hell. Not confusing at all." Parker crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair, mind still racing. The more he thought about it, the more everything pointed back to his bloodline.

The Blackwoods—or Voidhowl. His aunt. Maya. These families. And then...

"If my aunt is supernatural, doesn't that mean I and my second aunt should be too? I mean, she's crazy powerful—like, way above Robert. She feels different. So, System... does my bloodline have anything to do with me being able to use Celestial Threads or absorb Omni Energy, having Erebus as her master and everything?"

There was a pause. Then—

[Most likely, Host.]

"Most likely? So you don't know for sure?"

[Correct.]

"Ugh. Figures. Fine, whatever. Just show me my status. Now." While Parker drowned in the system's prompts, his attention fully absorbed, Maya was still watching him from her obsessive angle.

Her gaze wasn't the usual playful one, either. It was softer. Amused. Maybe even... adoring?

Annabelle nudged her a message, raising a brow like Really? Maya just smiled, giving her a subtle nod. Whatever silent girl-code communication they just had, Annabelle looked satisfied.

And before Parker even noticed—

"I'll be back, love," Maya whispered under her breath, standing up and slipping out of the room with Annabelle following right behind.

Parker hadn't even caught it.

Hell, his supernatural senses should've picked up on their movements, but they hadn't. Not this time.

A soft ding buzzed in Maya's phone as they left.

Maya: {Find us at the usual place.}

A few seconds later—

Evelyn: {Fineee, but it better be worth it.}

Then—

Annabelle: {Are you dumb? Didn't you see Parker? It's happening. Hurry tf up.}

Yeah. That was definitely Annabelle.

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