I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"Almost there," Xylara said.

As they got closer, Draco could hear the sounds of fighting—clashing weapons and raised voices. It was true; the Seat of Demon was in battle.

When they arrived at their destination, they saw a group of young men from different academies ganging up on one lone figure standing at the center, defending against their attacks.

The moment Draco laid his eyes on the young man, he didn't need Xylara to confirm it. He had his answer.

This young man was one of the Seats of Demon.

The young man had long, coily black-brown hair that cascaded like a waterfall, and his body was slightly hairy.

He was surrounded by a group of young men, battling them fiercely.

"Young man, leave your points, or you'll regret it," one of them threatened, trying to make him surrender peacefully.
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The group wasn't entirely sure they could beat him because, according to rumors, he was the only one left from his academy and had survived this far.

Whenever the black-brown-haired young man moved, the sound of a wolf's howl could be heard. His eyes were predatory, and he rampaged through the group like an unstoppable force.

The young men believed their numbers would overwhelm him, enabling them to seize his points.

But reality played a cruel joke on them. They were utterly suppressed by the young man, whose movements mimicked those of a wolf. His strength, aura, and combat style all resembled that of a wolf.

The black-brown-haired young man tore through their ranks, annihilating them completely. In the end, they only contributed to his growing points.

"That's the Werewolf Demon," Xylara's voice rang out. "He's a demon that thrives in packs. With his werewolves, they are unstoppable. Similar to Adrian's ability, he can also convert humans into werewolves."

Draco digested this information, stunned. A Werewolf Demon—this was unexpected.

Blum, on the other hand, was puzzled. Why did Draco seem to know there was someone here? And how was this black-brown-haired young man, who acted so much like a wolf yet had a human form, connected to Draco?

"Who's there?" the Werewolf Demon suddenly growled, turning in their direction. His instincts were sharp, surprising Draco.

Draco and Blum stepped out. The Werewolf Demon eyed them warily, his gaze lingering on Draco as if analyzing him.

"It's you. You've arrived," the Werewolf Demon chuckled.

Draco was baffled by his words. What was happening?

"You're here to awaken me," the young man continued.

Draco was shocked, while Blum grew even more confused.

Draco stared at the Werewolf Demon, still in disbelief. How did he know? According to Xylara, demons weren't supposed to remember much—if anything—about their past lives or Draco until their awakening.

But here was this Werewolf Demon, claiming he had been expecting Draco and was waiting to be awakened.

"How did you know?" Draco asked, still stunned.

"A young man told me," the Werewolf Demon replied.

Draco's mind reeled. Who was this young man who knew so much? If this person had such knowledge, then some of the secrets about the Plunderer were likely in his hands. That could be dangerous if he turned out to be an enemy.

"Anything notable about this young man?" Draco asked.

"Nothing really stands out," the Werewolf Demon said thoughtfully. "Oh, wait—he reeks of death, even though it's hidden. My nose picked it up."

Draco was impressed by the Werewolf Demon's keen sense of smell.

"Don't be surprised," Xylara chuckled. "Werewolves have an exceptionally heightened sense of smell."

Draco nodded and turned back to the Werewolf Demon. "Anything else?"

The Werewolf Demon fell silent for a moment before responding, "From his words, I got a sense of who he might be."

Xylara's voice rang out in Draco's mind, leaving him on edge. "It's the Undead Demon," she said solemnly.

"The Undead Demon?" Draco repeated, frowning.

"The cause of your reincarnation damaged all of your souls significantly," Xylara explained. "As an undead, his soul pieces would naturally be more intact than others."

"So, what you're saying is that the Undead Demon might have already awakened part of his memories?" Draco asked.

"Yes, I believe so," Xylara confirmed.

Draco's expression darkened. "Then why didn't he come to find me?" he asked sharply. "I hope this isn't what I'm thinking."

If the Undead Demon had awakened and hadn't bothered to seek Draco out, it could mean he was considering defection.

"What's your name?" Draco asked the black-brown-haired young man, who replied, "Caeser."

"Caeser, how were you so sure that we would meet in this competition?" Draco asked.

"The young man said there was no way you would miss such a contest," Caeser explained, making Draco sigh.

"Don't awaken him until after the competition. Luckily, he's aware that you were going to come. All eyes are on you," Xylara quickly reminded Draco.

Draco nodded and said to Caeser, "Follow me."

As for Blum, he was confused by this small episode. He wondered what relationship this young man had with Draco.

He couldn't hear what they were discussing since it was spoken in a low tone, which made him a bit vexed.

As they walked, Draco asked, "What about your parents?"

Caeser, hearing this, grew somber. Sadness flashed through his eyes as he replied, "I'm an orphan."

Draco sighed upon hearing this. He had noticed something peculiar about the Seats of Demons, including himself: none of them had parents, either because they were dead or unknown. This realization left him somewhat troubled.

"It seems the demons' luck was extracted, forcing them to start over. I've been noticing this, but I didn't think it would be the same for all of you," Xylara said solemnly.

Draco sighed again, thinking about the enemy responsible for this. It made him realize that he needed to grow stronger before it was too late to defend himself.

The group of two had now turned into three as they continued their conquest.

The crowd was at its peak, watching various battles unfold. Academies were plundering points from each other in a contest of wit and strength.

If the strong weren't careful, they could easily be devoured by the weak. Caution was what truly mattered.

As Draco and his group moved forward, the crowd noticed that they were soon going to clash with someone formidable.

This realization sent waves of excitement through the spectators as they eagerly anticipated the upcoming battle.

In a hidden place:

"How's the preparation going?" An unknown man, seated on a throne, asked. The cloaked figures around him all bowed their heads as he spoke.

"Sovereign, we have successfully infiltrated the academic contest," one of the figures at the front reported.

From its voice, it was clear that this figure was among the strongest in the organization.

"Good. Then proceed with the plan. Remember, failure is not an option. If the operation fails, so do you," the Sovereign warned.

Everyone nodded in reverence, kneeling to the ground with utmost respect as the Sovereign rose from his throne.

"It's time to make Cerulean know who we are and that we exist," the Sovereign roared.

Cheers erupted throughout the hidden chamber.

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