Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Scarlett.

Well, not exactly Scarlett. It wasn't her face, but the resemblance was close enough that Parker felt it deep in his gut. Some distant relative? A sister? Mother? Hell, a clone? He knew what Scarlett was, or at least thought he did.

Scarlett was dangerous. He knew what she was. But what the hell was she doing mixed up with them, this connection made things a whole lot messier.

Finally, the Kingswell Family. Evelyn Harper's father, looking way too calm for someone tied to this kind of twisted lineage. At this point, Parker's head was pounding. This wasn't just a few powerful families with supernatural influence—this was a whole web, tangled together.

The whole thing was chaotic, like peeling back layers of a conspiracy so old it felt stitched into reality itself. Yet no matter how deeply Parker hacked—through encrypted servers, rerouted firewalls, and buried code—it was like the families had expected someone to try this. There was barely any useful info. Just names. Faces. A handful of locations marked in vague terms like "ancestral estate" or "family grounds."

But the patterns felt too deliberate.

And the weirdest part?

They were all here, the four of the choir. Not just in the U.S. but in Beverly Hills specifically. All of them. Parker's mind raced. It didn't make sense. Read chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

And the deeper he hacked, the weirder it got. These families had roots everywhere. Ancient empires. Lost kingdoms. Hidden wealth. Yet somehow, they all seemed to keep returning to the same damn place—close to each other.

Roots all over the world—Europe, Asia, South America—but the core members? The big names? All living practically next door to each other like some exclusive cult apart from the Zhangs.

Why the hell would they stick so closer?

Stay hidden, alright?

Instead, it felt like they were orbiting something. Or waiting?

It didn't make sense really. If you were that powerful, shouldn't you scatter? Stay distant to avoid wiping each other out? But no. It was like they needed to be near each other.

The more Parker searched, the more names kept flooding in. More families. More secrets. There were twenty total listed under the Originals, but the ones he'd already seen were clearly the big leagues. The others? They felt like underlings—branches instead of trunks.

Parker's fingers flew across the keyboard faster. Digging. Probing.

And then—

A new name blinked onto his screen.

Nyxilith.

He flinched. Not because it looked dangerous but because—he couldn't explain it—something about it felt wrong.

And this name had... No face. No description. Not even a another name for the family head. Just... a blank space.

And yet, it was positioned above the others. Not just a family. Something more. The top of the pyramid? The only thing noted was that they weren't a family—they were something above the Origins. Older. Stronger. Untouchable?

Parker's pulse ticked faster.

But the more he searched, the emptier the results became. No matter how much he pushed the code, how deep he dove into restricted servers and shadow networks, he couldn't crack it.

He stared at that empty void where a face should've been, the more uneasy he felt. It was like they didn't just hide their leader. More like they didn't exist?

And then, the thing that made his blood run cold—

No matter how far he had hacked—through encrypted backdoors, Ether Community blacksites, deeper than most hackers would dare—he couldn't find a single trace of his aunts. Not the one in LA. Not the one in Korea. Not even a random mention in the lower ranks of the community.

No birth records. No family mentions. No nothing.

It was like they didn't exist too.

He sat back, heart thudding against his ribcage.

Something wasn't right.

Not even close.

"System... my status. Now."

[Status

Name: Parker (Nyxilith) Black

Age: 17

Race: Human?

Power Level: Harmonic (Tier 2)

Superpowers: Telekinesis,Shadow Manipulation Bond (Tier 2 of 5)

Abilities/Skills: Soulspire, Shadow Leap, Sinking, Master, True Word, Dream, Plundering (Unknown) Soul of Deception

Stats:

Strength: 20

Agility: 22

Stamina: 19

IQ: 170

Charisma: 83

Corruption/Purity: 100% Evil 90% Devil (when provoked) 15% Antihero

SP: 0

Items/Treasures: Cheap Glasses, Midnight Ring, Phoenix Sword.

Host can view modern world skills in the section of assets!

[Ding! Host has uncovered a secret!]

The glowing blue screen of his status hovered there, neon text burning into his retinas while his brain scrambled to keep up.

Nyxilith. Uncovered a secret?

It was right there. Clear as day. His name, his age, his power level—all the same—except for that. Parker Nyxilith Black. It hadn't been there the last time he checked his stats. But now? The word sat there like a massive question mark, making his stomach twist in a way he didn't like.

And his race? Human?

What the actual fuck?

He stared blankly at the screen, frozen. On the outside, he probably looked calm—just another quiet rich kid zoning out in the library—but his mind was in absolute chaos, thoughts crashing into each other so fast it was hard to think straight.

Nyxilith.

It wasn't just some random name drop either. The same Nyxilith family he'd just dug up while hacking the Ether Community records—the ones with no photos, no public information, like they'd been erased on purpose. Untouchable. Unseen.

The top force. The invisible power above even the Origin families.

And apparently... he was one of them?

That revelation hit hard, like a punch straight to the chest.

The more Parker thought about it, the more shit started clicking together, piece by damn piece, like a puzzle he hadn't even realized he was solving. From the whole Celestial Threads thing to this bizarre-ass Plunder ability—everything was stacking up.

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