I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

This was the scream that had been resounding throughout the building where Draco was, though it came from a certain room.

The guest elder was chained, and his expression was one of utter despair, as if pleading for someone to kill him and free him from this pain. The elder regretted ever leaving the Night Clan to attack Draco.

He realized Draco was far more than they had anticipated. Even though he was chained, looking at the unknown beings before him made him shiver in fear.

His body's blood had been drained of energy like a source of sustenance for nearly a day. Without needing to be prompted further, he had already revealed where Jane's sister was being kept. His fear of them was carved into his very bones, leaving him with the belief that only death could free him.

Adrian chuckled as he killed the guest elder. Although there were other ways to extract information, Adrian preferred this method. He wanted the elder to regret his actions for eternity before his death.

As for Jane and Alya, Jane's earlier suspicions were confirmed—the elder truly regretted ever coming to this world. Draco, however, found the process pointless and a waste of time until Adrian mentioned that he had been monitoring the teleportation points and gates of Mercenary City. Every possible exit leading out of the city was under his surveillance.

Adrian glanced at the elder's lifeless body. "Clean this up," he ordered before leaving the room. He intended to tell Draco the news about where Jane's sister was being kept.

At the Night Clan:

News had reached the clan about the corpses of their members lying on the ground, including the mercenaries they had sent. All were dead.

This sent shivers down their spines. What had really happened? Could it be that the Luminari Academy had secretly sent someone to protect Draco?

As for the guest elder they had dispatched, there was no news from him—no messages, no contact. This only added to their growing concern.

The only source of comfort was that the guest elder's Soul Talisman Lamp was still lit.

The Soul Talisman Lamp, a rare treasure crafted by rune masters, contained a fragment of the owner's soul. It served to confirm the life or death of its owner. If the owner died, the talisman would shatter. Such treasures were rare and typically reserved for clans and those with significant influence.

While they were discussing the possible events with Deus, someone burst into the hall.

"Elder Shrimp's lamp has broken!"

At once, the hall fell silent. All eyes turned to the man who delivered the news. They recognized him as the one responsible for monitoring the Soul Talisman Lamp.

Seeing their disbelief, the man produced the shattered talisman. The hall erupted into chaos as the clan members felt the lingering aura of Elder Shrimp emanating from the broken fragments.

"Impossible! Don't tell me it was that young man who did this!"

"No, I don't think so. Even if he's strong, there's no way Elder Shrimp wouldn't have been able to escape from him. It must be interference from the Luminari Academy."

"We need to send more elders to retrieve the Dark Sister. I feel the last elder there won't be able to defend against the Luminari Academy," Deus said.

After a moment of heated discussion and selecting which elders to send, they temporarily adjourned the meeting.

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A red car cruised through downtown, stopping in front of a factory building. The car parked, and a silver-haired young man stepped out.

This was Draco. This was the location the guest elder had revealed. As for why he came alone, it was his decision. He didn't want anyone to follow him.

If Jane had followed, she might have held him back; he couldn't predict what dangers lay ahead. When she heard her sister's location had been found, her eyes burned with excitement. But when Draco stopped her from coming along, she felt indignant.

That was until he bluntly told her she would only slow him down. The words stung. "Stay safe," she muttered, her frustration clear.

As for Adrian, Draco didn't want their connection to become known—especially to the main clan, the Night Clan. If they discovered their relationship, they might start targeting Adrian and suppressing his efforts to expand his influence. That risk wasn't worth it.

"Nercedes Company," Draco muttered, reading the name displayed on the building.

He donned the Shadow Mask before entering the company.

Upon stepping inside, he was surprised to see it was an automobile company—and a functioning one at that. Looking around, he became confused.

"Where could they have hidden her?" he wondered aloud.

He scanned the space, doubting this could be the place. "Or did that elder lie to us?"

Shaking his head, Draco dismissed the thought. He knew the kind of torture the elder had endured. Under such excruciating pain, there was no way the man could have kept this a secret. The elder had been desperate for death—a testament to the horrors he had faced.

Draco's musings were interrupted by a voice.

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment, or are you here to purchase an automobile?"

Breaking from his thoughts, Draco turned to see a middle-aged man standing beside him.

"Oh, I'm looking for a young girl," Draco replied with a chuckle.

The man frowned slightly, confused. "A young girl? Can you describe her?"

"Well, I don't have much information about her. All I know is that she was brought here by some people," Draco said, grinning.

The middle-aged man appeared deep in thought. "Let me ask my colleagues. By the way, why are you wearing a mask?"

"I have some issues with my face, that's all," Draco replied plainly. He had concealed the aura of the Shadow Mask, making it seem like an ordinary, non-threatening mask.

Draco watched as the middle-aged man walked off to speak with his colleagues, but he smirked. The man's eyes had flickered with killing intent when Draco mentioned the young girl being brought here.

"It seems I'm in the right place," Draco muttered with a chuckle.

A few minutes later, the middle-aged man returned with a group of men, their expressions anything but friendly. They slowly began to encircle Draco, though they tried to make it seem inconspicuous.

Of course, Draco noticed. How could their clumsy movements escape his awareness? Still, he feigned ignorance and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Young man, I spoke to my colleagues, and they said they've seen a young girl fitting that description," the man said with an amiable smile.

Draco frowned slightly but played along. "Really?" His eyes lit up with false excitement.

The group of men exchanged strange, mocking laughter at his apparent enthusiasm.

"But there's a problem," the middle-aged man said, his tone turning serious.

"What's the problem?" Draco asked, feigning confusion. He was enjoying how the situation was unfolding.

Killing intent flared in the man's eyes. "You won't live to see her."

The moment he said this, the group of men lunged at Draco.

"I've been waiting for you to reveal your true colors," Draco said calmly. As he moved, a menacing killing intent radiated from his eyes.