I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

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!"

The elder felt everything turn black in an instant, never to wake again. The middle-aged man and the doctor, who were watching the battle, were stunned to see Elder Ping's body slump to the ground, never to rise again.

"Elder Ping!" the middle-aged man called out, but there was no response. Cautiously approaching the elder to check on him, he screamed when he saw Elder Ping's lifeless, dimmed eyes. The elder was dead.

Draco simply watched them, unmoved. Their strength was negligible and posed no threat to him.

Both the middle-aged man and the doctor looked at Draco in sheer horror. "A demon... truly a demon!" the middle-aged man cried out.

Draco wasted no time. He swiftly eliminated both of them, sending them to join Elder Ping.

He then walked toward Jane's sister, who was lying unconscious on the bed. As he laid his eyes on her, he chuckled softly. "Unidentical twins, yet their beauty is equally breathtaking," he remarked, noting the striking differences in their features.

Unchaining her, he gently woke her from her unconscious state.

"Who are you?" Jane's sister asked in shock. "Are you one of them?" she added warily.

Draco's expression, hardened from his recent battle, carried traces of lingering killing intent. It was this aura that made her wary and fearful.

"Don't worry. I'm not here to harm you. I came to save you. I know your sister," Draco said with a chuckle, noticing her guarded demeanor.

Despite his assurance, Jane's sister remained vigilant. Draco sighed inwardly, understanding that her time with the Night Clan had likely made her highly distrustful of strangers.

To calm her, Draco pointed to the lifeless bodies of the middle-aged man and the doctor. Slowly, she relaxed, her guard lowering as her expression softened.

Draco heaved a sigh of relief. She had finally let her guard down. Perhaps it was the faint familiarity in his aura that reassured her, though she still wondered where she might have encountered it before.

"Xylara, is she the one?" Draco asked in his mind.

"Yes, she is the Shadow Demon. I can sense her strong aura," Xylara's voice replied, echoing in Draco's mind. This time, she chose not to reveal herself.

Draco nodded, confirming her words. Removing his mask, he asked, "What's your name?"

When Draco revealed his face, Jane's sister was momentarily stunned by his appearance. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she stole shy glances at him.

"Clara," she replied softly.

"Alright, Clara. Let's get out of here and meet your sister," Draco said with a small chuckle.

Clara tried to stand, but her legs gave way, and she fell back onto the bed.

"Her body lacks the nutrients needed for basic functioning," Xylara's voice sounded in Draco's mind. Hearing this, Draco frowned, and a wave of killing intent flickered in his eyes. His hatred for the Night Clan deepened, solidifying the irreconcilable feud between them.

Draco suggested carrying Clara since she couldn't walk properly. To his surprise, she agreed without resistance. He had expected some hesitation, but her quick acceptance puzzled him.

As he carried Clara, who continued to steal shy glances at him despite his mask being back on, Draco pulled out the *Weapon of Plunder*. He slashed at the locked door. With the person who had previously opened it now dead, destroying the door was his only way out.

Though it took a few minutes, Draco successfully breached the door.

Carrying Clara in his arms, he walked out of the factory. As he stepped outside, his expression grew serious.

"I wonder what guest came to visit this young man," Draco chuckled.

"Oh, young man, you killed our young master and two elders. What do you think your punishment should be?" Two elders emerged from the crowd—one middle-aged, the other old. Their robes were darker than ink.

The Night Clan!

"Why don't you kill yourselves? I think that's a better way to punish me," Draco snorted.

The elders chuckled. "I wonder what kind of relationship these sisters have with you," the middle-aged elder remarked.

As they spoke, a familiar figure appeared in their grasp. Clara, who had been carried by Draco, began trembling.

Draco sighed when he saw this. "Didn't I ask her to wait?"

The person in their hands was Jane. Draco had no idea why she was here, but he had a general idea—she wanted to see Clara, her sister.

"Of course, if you follow us back to the clan, we would release them and never disturb them again," the older elder snorted.

Draco dismissed their words. This didn't concern him. Moreover, he knew the Night Clan had no intention of sparing him. They would kill him, as he no longer held any value to them. Draco preferred to be free and unrestrained.

"Then, young man, don't blame us for this. In your next life, remember never to make an enemy of the Night Clan."

The elders moved to attack, intending to take him down swiftly.

Jane and Clara's eyes met. Jane calmed slightly upon seeing her twin sister safe, but she felt disheartened. If she hadn't come, this situation might not have happened. Draco might have been able to escape from the elders.

Draco's eyes narrowed. The strength of these elders was far superior to the previous ones. "Stay here and don't move," he instructed Clara as he placed her in a safe spot, away from the shockwaves of the battle.

Minutes passed, and the battle was at a stalemate. The elders were surprised that Draco, someone so young, could contend with them. These two had once been exceptional talents in their youth.

They sighed as they looked at Draco. They shared the same thought as Elder Shrimp: "If he can't be used by us, he must be eliminated before he becomes a threat."

Killing intent surged in their eyes as they channeled their power into their next attack.

The middle-aged elder controlled water, while the older one wielded fire.

"Waterfall!"

"Fire Whirlpool!"

Both elders condensed their attacks and unleashed them toward Draco.

"Five Element Dragon Spell," Draco muttered, summoning two dragons—fire and water. He fused them with his intent.

ROAR!

A blue dragon and a red dragon appeared, charging at the elders' combined attack. The clash of power generated an explosion that caused Mercenary City to shudder.

Some residents noticed the battle but decided to stay out of it, planning to investigate only after everything had calmed down.

The attacks neutralized each other. Both sides were astonished.

Draco steadied himself, preparing his ultimate move. He couldn't allow this battle to be leaked, as it would lead to serious consequences.

"Soul Attack!"

With those words, both elders fell, their bodies lifeless.

Draco staggered, clutching his head as a splitting headache struck him.

"You aren't strong enough to unleash its full power yet, so there's some backlash," Xylara explained.

"Are you okay?" Clara's voice pulled him from his thoughts. He reassured her that he was fine.

With a wave of his hand, Draco burned all the corpses, ensuring even the ashes were scattered by the wind. Then, he, Jane and Clara began their journey back.