I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"Who are you? You aren't human—you're a demon!"

A middle-aged man was on the ground, dragging his body in an attempt to escape, his terrified gaze fixed ahead.

Not far from him lay the corpses of the group of men he had brought with him, each having died with grievances. As for the culprit, it was a silver-haired young man wearing a black mask.

The mask was different from before, emitting an eerie aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

The middle-aged man looked at Draco, his eyes filled with horror and fear. They had thought Draco was a sheep, and they were the wolves. But now, it was clear he was a demon, while they were mere ants. Draco had slaughtered them mercilessly, leaving only the middle-aged man alive to witness the carnage. Though he knew he was likely next, he clung to a fragile hope that he might be spared.

"I just asked a simple question. Is the young girl here?" Draco's crimson eyes gleamed.

"Yes," the man answered quickly, his voice trembling.

"Then show me the way," Draco chuckled darkly.

The middle-aged man nodded fearfully and stood up, leading Draco deeper into the Nercedes Company. Such a demon was not to be provoked further.

They walked to a hidden area, and Draco's sharp eyes surveyed the surroundings. This was surprising—he hadn't expected this.

But as they walked, Draco became confused. There was only a wall in front of them, indicating it was a dead end.

"You'd better not try anything funny if you don't want your head to fly off," Draco threatened coldly.

The middle-aged man shivered at his words. When they reached the wall, Draco watched with intrigue as the man made his next move.

The middle-aged man placed his palm on the wall, and a beeping sound echoed as a rectangular opening appeared, sliding open like a door.

Draco observed this seriously. If he had come alone, he might have left empty-handed, as he wouldn't have noticed this hidden mechanism. It was far too concealed.

It seemed the middle-aged man's status within the company—and likely within the Night Clan—was not low. Draco was convinced he had made the right choice by keeping him alive.

The man entered, and Draco followed closely behind, keeping a watchful eye to prevent any treachery.

Once inside, the door locked behind them. Draco looked ahead and was surprised. The room resembled a high-tech laboratory. It was vast, with multiple separate halls.

They walked to the door of one hall, which appeared to be the most important. The middle-aged man placed his hand on the side of the large door, revealing it to be a biometric scanner.

From the spot where the man placed his hand, a radar-like light emerged, scanning him thoroughly.

"Mr. Rogers, identity confirmed," a robotic voice announced, surprising Draco.

The biometric door slid open, and as they stepped inside, the middle-aged man suddenly bolted.

"Elder Ping, help me! An intruder has appeared!" he yelled, running toward an elder without looking back.

Draco had no time to concern himself with the middle-aged man; to him, the man was nothing more than an ant. His gaze shifted to the young girl lying on the bed, her hands and legs restrained. A man in a white laboratory coat was extracting her blood, causing Draco's anger to surge to its peak.

They were treating a fellow human as a mere laboratory item.

"An intruder!" the elder exclaimed, his attention drawn by the middle-aged man. The elder looked up and set his eyes on Draco.

"Young man, I never thought you would truly come here. What about Shrimp and that young girl?" the elder chuckled.

"Oh, that old guy? He's dead. I killed him. I know you're mourning his loss, so why don't I send you to him? That way, the two of you can reunite," Draco grinned, his tone dripping with disrespect.

The elder was stunned by this revelation. Elder Shrimp's strength was on par with his own. As he looked at Draco, clad in a black mask, disbelief clouded his expression. How could such a seemingly weak boy have killed Shrimp? It had to be the work of the Luminari Academy.

Elder Ping scanned Draco, and his level was revealed as 34. Although impressive, it wasn't nearly enough to severely injure Shrimp, let alone kill him. The elder's eyes darted around, searching for signs of another person who might have infiltrated the place.

"Old man, no need to worry—I came alone," Draco snickered.

"Impudent!" Elder Ping roared.

The middle-aged man smirked, enjoying Draco's presumed misfortune. For Draco to dare address an elder of the Night Clan, a main clan, with such insolence was sheer folly. In the middle-aged man's mind, Draco's arrogance would soon crumble, and he imagined the scene of Draco begging for mercy after his defeat. He would ensure Draco was humiliated thoroughly, learning never to provoke him or the Night Clan again.

Draco merely chuckled at their reactions. Being underestimated was nothing new.

The elder scoffed and lunged at Draco, throwing a punch that he believed would seriously injure him. Inwardly, the elder prayed that the punch wouldn't outright kill Draco. Though the punch appeared ordinary, it contained almost all the Originat energy within the elder's body, concentrated in his fist.

To the elder's shock, Draco simply raised his hand, opened his palm, and caught the punch effortlessly.

The elder, the middle-aged man, and the doctor extracting the girl's blood were all stunned.

The middle-aged man and the doctor were baffled. Was Draco truly this strong, or was the elder merely testing him? They rationalized that an elder of the Night Clan must be toying with him.

If Elder Ping could hear their thoughts, he would have been speechless. He had poured all his Originat into that punch, yet it had been stopped as though it was a mere tap.

The elder attempted to withdraw his hand, but it wouldn't budge. Shocked and with a bitter smile, he finally realized Draco's earlier boastful words weren't lies. This young man had indeed eliminated Elder Shrimp.

"It seems I underestimated you," Elder Ping admitted, his expression turning serious.

Draco simply smiled in response.

Elder Ping roared, unleashing a gale of wind within the lab. Despite the enchantments on the lab's equipment, many items were blown away or destroyed. The wind formed deadly scythes, aiming to claim Draco's life.

Draco waved his hand, releasing a Wind Intent at Level 6, effortlessly countering the attack.

The two combatants locked eyes. They were only just getting started.

They moved again, exchanging blows. The confined space of the lab made maneuvering difficult, limiting their ability to dodge effectively.

This limitation worked against Elder Ping. His aging body could no longer endure excessive damage without suffering lasting consequences.

Draco, on the other hand, used the attacks as an opportunity to refine his body further.

"What a daring fellow," the elder muttered with an ugly smile.

BOOM! BOOM!

The battle continued, the sounds of their fierce clashes reverberating through the lab.

"I think it's time to end this," Draco said. He found no thrill in the battle anymore—it had become meaningless.

"Soul Attack!"

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