I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

BOOM!

A flaming, red-haired young man stood, his eyes burning with fire, the tips of his fingers lit with flames. He was Fire itself.

A blue-haired young man stood, his eyes reflecting seas and oceans. He was Water itself.

A green-haired young woman stood, her eyes exuding the essence of wood, full of life. She was Wood itself.

A golden-haired young man stood, his sharp, golden eyes seeming as though they were forged from metal. He was Metal itself.

A white-haired young man stood, his eyes sharp like swords, cutting and destroying everything in his path. He was Sword itself.

A black-haired young woman stood, her eyes unrelenting like an unstoppable arrow piercing through worlds. She was Bow and Arrow itself.

A brown-haired young man stood, his eyes emanating gravity, representing the shield and foundation of worlds. He was Earth itself.

A blonde-haired young man stood, his flickering eyes filled with thunder, embodying both life and destruction. He was Thunder itself. Your journey continues with empire

A purple-haired young man stood, his eyes breathing out wind, formless yet sharp. He was Wind itself.

A black-haired young man stood, his piercing eyes overbearing and arrogant, like a spear. He was Spear itself.

A black-haired young man stood, his eyes rugged and rebellious, his fists glowing with indestructible might. He was Fist itself.

A golden-haired young man stood, his eyes radiant with holiness, angelic and peaceful. He was Light itself.

Though their faces were concealed, their eyes radiated their auras. Each of the twelve deities reached their peak, their faces youthful once more, their blood raging with energy.

These twelve had transcended the Origin Dao, yet all bore injuries, their faces betraying fear.

As for who had injured them?

A black-red-haired young man stood before them, his black-red wings and eyes emanating a terrifying presence. Every movement of his plundered all around him.

"Are you all this weak?" Xandros scoffed.

The twelve deities were enraged and attacked again. The Sword Deity moved first, his body glowing. He held no weapon, for he was the sword, the embodiment of his Dao.

He struck with his hands like a sword, releasing a world-annihilating aura. Worlds shattered under the force of his attack.

"Sword Slash!"

Xandros licked his lips. "It seems you've forgotten something," he said with a smile.

"Plunder," he shouted. The attack hit Xandros but caused him no harm.

"Your Origin Dao will complement mine nicely," he chuckled. A condensed Origin Sword Dao appeared behind him, but it was different from the Sword Deity's—it seemed to possess the ability to plunder all things.

The other deities watched, their expressions serious. The Plunderer was still as powerful as ever—perhaps even stronger.

One must understand that they were hegemons in their own domains, yet the twelve of them had been battling Xandros for years without gaining any advantage.

The Fire, Wood, Earth, Water, and Metal Deities stood together and joined forces.

"Five Element Formation!" they cried, their Origin Daos converging into a five-colored Dao—the Five Element Dao.

They moved as one, striking at Xandros, who quickly summoned a sword and slashed at them. Though they defended against the attack, they were sent flying with minor injuries.

They pressed on, continuing their assault on Xandros. Meanwhile, the other deities joined the fray.

"Sacred Radiance!" Light shone from Alex's twenty-four wings, illuminating Xandros.

"Hmph," Xandros snorted, releasing a technique to defend against the attack. Though it seemed simple, the attack had the power to purify.

The battle raged on for years, with no sign of defeat for either side—until...

"It's time to stop playing. Your army has almost been wiped out," Xandros chuckled.

The deities glanced toward the sky, where their armies fought. They saw their forces being defeated—reduced to just twenty percent—while the Demon Realm's army remained vast.

The undead were turning the corpses of the fallen into more undead, keeping the Demon Realm's numbers high.

Looking at the battles between the Seats of Demon and their forces, the deities realized they had failed to defeat even one Seat, despite fighting five-on-one.

They turned to Xandros, who was smiling.

Multiple domains had united to fight against one, yet they weren't winning. The Demon Realm hadn't always been this strong. They were once like any other domain—powerful, but not invincible.

That was until Xandros arrived and took control.

Under his rule, every demon grew more powerful. Many had attempted to assassinate him, but all met miserable ends.

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At the Dragon Demon Place of Battle

A black dragon stood triumphantly. Before it stood a golden dragon, a snake, a white tiger, a black panther, and a divine elephant. These five were battling the Dragon Demon, yet there was no sign of victory.

"Dragon Tail Sweeping the Universe!"

"White Tiger Roar!"

"Divine Elephant Stomp!"

All their attacks were directed at the Dragon Demon, who roared back, "Charge of the Demon Dragon!"

Demonic Qi erupted from his body, charging into their attacks with maniacal ferocity. "ROAR!" Their combined assault had no effect on him—his defense was monstrous.

He counterattacked, using his horns to send some flying, his tail to sweep others away, and his claws to wound the rest. He was a tyrant dragon in every sense.

"If that's all you've got, then prepare for your defeat," the Dragon Demon roared.

The other Volkoids refused to back down and charged forward again.

"Dragon Breath!" cried both dragons. Black flames spewed from the black dragon while golden flames erupted from the golden dragon.

The snake slithered swiftly, attempting to strangle the black dragon. Meanwhile, the black panther emerged from the shadows, spreading darkness in an effort to drown the black dragon in its abyss.

The divine elephant seized the moment, channeling its strength and using gravity to pin down the Dragon Demon.

The white tiger's eyes turned red, radiating massacre intent. It leapt forward, its claws aiming to claim the dragon's life.

SWOOSH!

The tiger was shocked to find the dragon's scales impenetrable. Though its claws managed to dig in, they inflicted only shallow wounds on the massive dragon.

ROAR!

The black dragon roared ferociously, releasing a torrent of flames. The golden dragon countered, breathing its own fire to tackle the onslaught.

The black dragon attempted to move but found itself restrained by the snake's coils and the elephant's gravitational force.

"It seems you all aren't here to simply enjoy yourselves," the black dragon sneered. Its scales began to glow with fiery light. Flames erupted from its body, causing the snake to scream and uncoil in fear.

Seizing the moment, the black dragon swung its tail, sending the snake flying. It then charged like a raging bull, launching the divine elephant into the air. With a blast of its fire, it sent the golden dragon crashing into the distance.

As for the white tiger, it had already retreated, sensing the looming danger. The remaining Volkoids gazed at the dragon in horror, feeling the immense strength that had inflicted severe injuries on them.

The black dragon stared them down. Only he knew the kind of training he had endured to become this powerful—his bones breaking, his scales reforging, his body growing stronger each time.

This was the grueling training Xandros had imposed on every demon. He sought to forge them into unstoppable swords and shields, unyielding in the face of any foe. And now, the results of that training were undeniable.

"Like I said, you're no match for me," the black dragon declared.