Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

As Parker stepped out of the music hall, a faint smile tugged at his lips. He wasn't even sure why—maybe it was the way Atalanta had been so damn forward without being annoying. For once, someone had approached him without any fake politeness or ulterior motives he couldn't pick apart. Not that he didn't have a motive.

Oh, he did. Everyone always did.

"System," he muttered under his breath, his voice low enough to stay under the hum of students in the hallway. "Pull up her status again. Compress all the physical stats into one number—I don't have all day to sort through shit."

The familiar soft chime echoed in his mind as the system responded, projecting the info directly into his vision.

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[Name]: Atalanta (Olympian Champion!)

[Age]: 18 (???)

[Race]: Human

[Power Level]: Ascended—Archer Princess

[Title]: Archer Princess, Favored Warrior of Artemis and Kynthia!

[Superpowers]: Telekinesis, Stealth, Weapon Time and Spatial Manipulation, Teether Of Nature and Freedom.

[All Physical Stats]: 500

[IQ]: 170

[Charm]: 8/10

[Corruption/Purity]: 89% Heroine, 11% Antihero!

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"Damn," Parker muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he slowed his pace, he hadn't been able to run through her status previously but now that he could, he realized, "Same level as that demon I ran into at The Empire Room. Except she's got higher stats—guess that's Olympian's Archer Princess for you. System, break down the Time and Spatial Manipulation thing. She can control just her weapons, right?"

[Affirmative, Host. Champion Atalanta can only manipulate the spatial and temporal flow of her arrows.]

"Figures," he said, nodding slightly. That explained the "Ascended Archer Princess" thing. He could already imagine her pulling off tricks like Homing Arrows, Dimensional Arrows, or some other next-level shit. Honestly, her power set wasn't what surprised him. It was the fact that she'd been so chill. Warm, even. The type of person who didn't feel the need to be loud or flashy to grab attention.

That made her different—unlike Cleopatra, Maya, and every other drama queen that wouldn't stop buzzing around him like flies on a hot day.

For the first time, Parker had actually made a friend on his own terms. Not because he needed to, but because he wanted to. Of course, that didn't mean he didn't have his reasons. Atalanta was like an Olympian royalty—making a connection with her wasn't just smart. It was common sense. Only an idiot would ignore the presence of someone like her, especially if she wasn't troublesome.

He frowned slightly. It wasn't just her Olympian background that intrigued him. It was her vibe—straightforward, honest, and inviting in a way that didn't feel fake. She wasn't trying to cling to him or manipulate him into something. She was just... real. That was rare.

But Cassandra? Now, that girl had layers. She'd been acting all normal, like some random student, but Parker had seen through that the moment she tilted her head to look his way.

He had Omni Energy for fuck's sake. No way could a regular human mask their energy from him. He'd felt it the second she stepped inside the hall—an Ether User. She wasn't just some nosy girl sitting nearby. She'd been analyzing him, quiet but observant, like a predator sizing up its prey. But Parker had only glanced at her before going back to his sleep like he didn't see through her.

"System, show me Cassandra's status again," Parker said, his voice colder now as he stepped into the shadow of the hallway, away from the rush of students.

He didn't need to trust everyone. But knowing who he was dealing with? That was his thing. Always had been.

As Parker strolled through the halls, his gaze drifted toward the faint flicker of his system menu, still lingering in his peripheral vision. Cassandra's status was a slap in the face—not because it surprised him, but because it made things ten times more complicated and interesting!

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[Name]: Cassandra (Olympian Champion!)

[Age]: 18 (???)

[Race]: Human

[Power Level]: Ascended

[Title]: Cursed by God Apollo, The One Who Turned a God Down, Seer of Useless Secrets, Past Princess of Troy

[Superpowers]: Prophetic Foresight, Temporal Awareness, Truth Curse, Echo Of Shadows!

[All Physical Stats]: 400

[IQ]: 200

[Charisma]: 9/10

[Corruption/Purity]: Cursed (Passive!) 60% Heroine, 40% Vengeful!

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This woman...

Parker's steps slowed, his lips twisting into a grimace as the realization hit him. He wasn't just dealing with some random Olympian Champion here. No, this was Cassandra. As in, the Cassandra. Troy's cursed princess, legendary for her tragic gift of knowing the truth while the entire world called her a liar.

—a walking contradiction with a grudge big enough to flatten a small country.

And now, apparently, she was back—with all her memories intact. This was going to be interesting. He hoped gods were ready.

A sharp ding snapped him out of his thoughts.

[Ding! The host cannot be affected by Truth Curse.]

"Wait, what?" Parker blinked. "Explain that, System. What the hell does the Truth Curse even do—is?"

[Truth Curse: Always knowing and speaking the truth, even when no one believes it. This curse binds Cassandra to absolute honesty, but its effects do not apply to the host.]

Parker let out a low whistle, shaking his head as he absorbed the information. "So, she's basically stuck blurting out the truth, and no one buys it? That's so messed up like back then. But also... kinda OP in its own way—my way!"

His system chimed again.

[Ding! Mission generated: Acquire the Seer cursed by God Apollo.

Reward: Combat Foresight.]
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"Yeah, no shit, System," Parker muttered, a dry chuckle slipping out. "Like I'm gonna let someone that valuable slip through my fingers. She's practically a walking cheat code."

He paused in the middle of the empty hallway, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. His thoughts spiraled. The Olympian Champions weren't just random humans with powers—they were reincarnated gods, demigods, or legendary figures. Like Cassandra.

But it made him wonder. "System, about Chione... she was a goddess—like one of the main Olympian goddesses, right? If the gods are sending down champions, why would someone like her be reborn instead of sitting up in Olympus like other fellow gods, watching all this chaos unfold?"

[Host, Chione is not the only goddess acting as a champion. Many gods and goddesses have been reborn into this era in the mortal realm. But I don't know the reason host!]

"That's... concerning," Parker muttered. "Where the hell is all this leading?"