I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Draco looked at Alya and Dr. Shaw, who were seated before him. He was puzzled as to why they had sent Dr. Shaw, a supreme elder. What he didn't know was that he was considered crucial; the elders had pinned their hopes on him winning the academy contest.

Dr. Shaw was surprised when he laid eyes on Draco. The young man felt like an unfathomable abyss—a hidden dragon whose depth was impossible to gauge. Yet, when he eventually revealed his strength, it was certain to be unparalleled.

"It seems you're doing well, young man," Dr. Shaw chuckled, prompting a smile from Draco.

"Also, you must be careful during the competition. The Night Family won't let this go. Their reputation and pride have been trampled," Dr. Shaw advised.

"Let them bring whatever they have," Draco snorted confidently.

"It's good to be young," Dr. Shaw chuckled again at Draco's boldness. "But I would advise you—never underestimate a main clan. Their origin stems from the Four Heroes, and their strength isn't to be taken lightly," he said, his tone serious.

Draco's expression turned equally serious. He wasn't naive and understood the weight of Dr. Shaw's words. It seemed defeating the Night Clan wouldn't be as easy as he initially thought.

"I have to find the other Seats of Demon," Draco thought.

After a few minutes, he excused himself. "It's time to find my path of Dao."

[Does Host want to level up? (Y/N)]

It had been a day since Draco began leveling up. He had been targeting higher-level Volkoids as he ventured deeper into the forest, discovering treasures that proved useful.

"No," Draco clicked the option. Now, it was time to comprehend his path.

He found a cave and sat cross-legged in meditation.

What is Dao?

Dao is the Way. It represents the ultimate reality, the underlying principle governing the universe, and the natural order of things.

The Origin Dao governs the universe, but what is my Dao—the one that governs me?

Is it destruction?

Is it massacre?

Is it the indomitable path?

Is it the peerless path?

What is my path?

Draco fell deep into thought, pondering these questions. His Dao would determine his cultivation path for the future. Draco remained seated, cross-legged, contemplating his Dao without realizing that almost an entire day had passed.

He began to reflect on his battles and his journey since awakening the system.

"Yes, the system I gained is the Plundering System, and I have been plundering," Draco muttered unconsciously.

"Yes, my Dao is the Dao Path of Plunder. I plunder others' Dao, intent, and laws!" Draco roared as realization struck.

His body began to shine. He felt as if a shackle had been broken, and his entire being felt liberated.

His comprehension surged, allowing him to level up the intents he had already learned. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

[Host has comprehended his path of Dao, awakening the tenth level of Intent.]

Draco read this and felt delighted; he had gained a lot. Just as he was about to check his interface and claim his rewards, his body shivered in fear. Chills ran down his spine, and he began to sweat unknowingly.

He looked around the cave but saw nothing that suggested danger, though his body continued trembling. Walking outside, he scanned his surroundings, but everything was quiet.

Suddenly, he heard the crackle of thunder. Looking up, he was greeted by a shocking sight. "Oh, heavens."

The sky in front of him was covered with black clouds, stretching endlessly from his vantage point. What Draco didn't know was that these clouds spanned thousands of miles—hundreds of thousands, in fact.

The black clouds crackled with thunder and lightning, causing Draco to shiver. He now understood the source of his fear.

"Xylara, what's happening?" he asked, clearly shocked.

"That's your tribulation. If you pass through it, you'll be reborn. From what I see, it's more than a hundred thousand miles wide. As expected of you, Master. Only someone like you could summon such a tribulation. I wish you success, Master," Xylara said before falling silent.

Draco called her again, but there was no response. He sighed, realizing this was his tribulation. With a determined expression, he looked at the black clouds, his eyes filled with defiance.

It was as if the black clouds could sense Draco's provocation. They responded with their first strike—a black thunderbolt.

CRACKLE!

Draco braced himself, summoning the five-colored dragon to defend against the lightning. The dragon let out a tragic cry as it was pierced through, but its sacrifice managed to reduce the power of the thunderbolt.

Draco stepped forward and let the thunder strike him. He bit his lip as pain coursed through him. The lightning was tearing through his body, destroying every trace of life within him.

It carried the intent of destruction, similar to Blum's attack, but ten times stronger.

Draco's body began to resist the lightning. The Draconic Transformation Skill activated, along with other transformation methods, refining the lightning into his body.

Unknowingly, Draco let out a moan of comfort as the refinement process began. However, his relief was short-lived as the sound of crackling thunder brought him back to reality.

"Sh*t! Isn't it supposed to strike just once? Why is there another one—and it's even stronger!" Draco cried out as he saw the black clouds darken further.

"Who told you that? Tribulations come in rounds—three, five, or nine strikes," Xylara's voice explained. "I don't think yours will exceed five. Oh, and each thunderstrike grows stronger than the last."

"Five strikes in total?" Draco muttered sullenly.

"Fufu, it shows your talent is unparalleled. At this level, tribulations shouldn't even be triggered. Only defiant geniuses can summon tribulations, and most experience one or three strikes. Those who face five are peak figures in the world," Xylara explained.

CRACKLE!

Another black thunderbolt descended, giving Draco no time to respond. He launched numerous attacks to weaken the strike's force.

The next impact hit him with more pain, causing him to writhe in agony. The thunder was destroying every trace of life in him. Once again, the transformation methods activated, refining his bones, body, and blood.

Draco smiled faintly despite the pain. The transformation methods seemed to have their own body-refining mechanisms. Waves of comfort surged through him as his body grew stronger and his Originat became purer.

CRACKLE!

This time, the black lightning turned two-colored—blue and red. Draco's instincts screamed danger as the attack intensified.

The heavens didn't give him a chance to prepare. The two-colored lightning struck swiftly. Draco unleashed numerous attacks to defend himself, but the lightning was too fast and piercing—it seemed unaffected by his efforts.

Before he could execute a stronger skill, it was too late. He braced himself for the impact.

BOOM!

"Aaargh!" Draco let out a small cry of pain. His body alternated between feeling searing hot and freezing cold. He couldn't endure much more. His bones began to crack under the pressure.

Draco steadied himself, refusing to fall, and waited for the transformation methods to activate. Soon, his injuries began to heal, and his bones were restored. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

Suddenly, his hair stood on end, and his instincts screamed wildly. Draco looked up, his face filled with shock.