Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

A sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom limo pulled up outside the school gates, its polished chrome reflecting the pale midday sun like a damn mirror. The car didn't just stop—it glided to a halt, silent and commanding. Heads turned, but only briefly. This was a rich-kid school, after all. Fancy cars were basically part of the landscape.

Still, the Rolls had a different energy, like it belonged to someone important.

The door opened with a muted click, and a sharply dressed chauffeur stepped out. Tall, grey suit crisp as hell, gloves perfectly white. He adjusted his cufflinks like some Bond movie extra before giving a deep, practiced bow and gesturing towards the open door.

From the back, a girl stepped out. But her smile... Calculated perfection. Like she'd been waiting for this moment. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, sleek and flawless, not a single strand out of place. She wore a designer uniform that somehow looked even more expensive than the already over-the-top school standard.

Her eyes scanned the campus, and that smile sharpened. Finally. She was here.

The butler—no, bodyguard?—fell into step behind her, keeping close as she made her way inside, heels clicking faintly on the marble floors. The students she passed barely reacted. Yeah, they noticed. But this was prestige school. Everyone here was either rich or pretending to be. Who cared about some new girl in a Rolls?

Only, that they knew how rich she was.

She kept walking, graceful but with a hint of steel, straight to the principal's office. No hesitation. The door closed behind her, leaving whispers trailing in her wake.

****

Back in the library, Parker had his laptop open, legs crossed casually under the table while Naomi sat beside him, scrolling through her own phone. She was free the whole afternoon, and neither of them seemed in a rush to go anywhere.

He wasn't just chilling, though. Parker was working.

While Cleopatra and Maya had been trying to roast each other earlier, he'd been texting Cassidy. She'd mentioned a critical gap in his empire—something he hadn't even thought about yet. A website.

Not some basic social website either. A whole-ass empire management platform, for controlling his rapidly expanding wealth and influence. He didn't ask too many questions, just agreed after Cassidy threw him the specs.

He'd just started coding when—ding.

A notification? Weird. His laptop didn't just ping unless it was important. Frowning, he clicked it open sure it was safe as his laptop was so damn armoured. It had all weaponry and defensive softwares.

As he clicked... A website? Some... agency? The logo looked familiar, but it wasn't until he scanned the headline that it hit him.

BREAKING: Influencer Management Giant on Verge of Collapse!

Parker blinked. "Oh. Oh."

The same damn entertainment agency he'd hacked weeks ago—the one he used to hire influencers for that insane party under Robert Blackwood's name. He'd left traces on purpose, subtle but noticeable enough to make it look like the company had was involved, so much that they couldn't deny when investigations came. Guess that mess was finally catching up to them.

He leaned back, smirking, when suddenly—

[Ding! Ultimate Choice function activated.]

Parker narrowed his eyes. The screen flashed as three glowing options unfolded.

[Option 1: Let the agency crumble while you watch in amusement. Not your business. Unfazed.

Reward: Mid-tier entertainment industry knowledge.

Option 2: Buy the agency now at its lowest point and use it to build an entertainment empire!

Reward: New office building in Hollywood + Top-tier entertainment industry manual.

Option 3: Close the notification and don't be bothered.

Reward: A mansion and a high-end motorcycle.]

Parker stared for half a second before snorting. Bruh.

Option 1? What use was mid-tier knowledge when there's something even better?

Option 3? A mansion and a motorbike? Cute. He could buy that crap anytime.

But Option 2? Now that was a fucking power move. Not only would he get top-tier industry insights—he'd get a whole-ass Hollywood office. Yeah. That was the one.

[Ding! New office building ownership paperwork and manual added to inventory!]

Parker's smirk widened. Hollywood ain't ready.

Without a word, he pulled out his phone and texted Cassidy.

Parker: Look into acquiring NovaCast Entertainment. Send me a full report tonight. Also you will prep the Hollywood office I will send details later.

Cassidy: Understood. I'll handle it.

"What's got you grinning like a psycho. You're scaring me boss?" Naomi asked, finally looking up from her phone.

"Just business," he muttered, shutting the laptop with a click.

Hollywood? He was just getting started.

And honestly? The entertainment industry had always been on his mind.

Parker had daydreamed about starting his own agency after high school—building something massive, untouchable, where stars were made, not just discovered. Yet here it was, practically handed to him on a silver platter, like the universe—or maybe the system—was tuned to his ambitions.

It wasn't just luck. It felt... personal, like the system was wired to shape his empire exactly how he wanted it.

Parker sat back in the library chair, his face carefully neutral as Naomi scrolled through her phone across from him, tapping away like she was in her own world. Typical. She was chill like that—always giving space when he needed it.

Good. Because right now, he needed to be discreet.

****

The black manual had already materialized inside his inventory. He couldn't exactly pull it out in the middle of the library like some ancient spellbook, not with Naomi right there.

'System, let me pull it through the bag.'

He unzipped the side pocket, moving slow, making it seem like he was just searching for a notebook or whatever. His fingers brushed the smooth leather, and he slid the manual out with barely a whisper of sound.

No flashy glows. No weird symbols. Just a sleek black cover. Innocent.

Naomi didn't even blink.

Parker cracked the manual open, just enough for his eyes to catch the faint shimmer of system data embedded in the pages like some rune language. No way was he reading all this old-school, he wouldn't keep up.

"Scan and store?"

[Possible, host!]

The system obeyed instantly. His laptop screen flickered as the data streamed in—pages of dense strategies and technical breakdowns converting into pure code, flooding into his hard drive.

****

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