I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

In the Everett Clan,

A young man in his thirties sat on a chair, watching the academy contest.

He watched as Draco killed Damien, holding his heart in both hands and crushing it.

He was shocked by Draco's skill and even felt greedy for it. Such a strong and powerful godly skill was a temptation to everyone who knew its worth.

Such skills were rare and often encountered by pure luck.

This young man was Romans Everett, the father of Rose and Damien, the acting head of the Everett Clan, but most referred to him as the head of the Everett Clan.

"Investigate everything about this young man—his origin, background, anything you can gather about him," Romans ordered. A concealed shadow appeared behind him.

"Yes, Master," the shadow replied before disappearing.

Romans stared at Draco, sensing that this young man might go against him. He also suspected Draco could be a major obstacle to their plans, potentially causing them to fail.

Then, he saw Rose hugging Draco, who pecked her on the forehead, and his expression darkened.

This daughter of his had forcefully left the clan, renouncing her title and position as the young mistress of the Everett Clan. He was confused by her actions but chose not to dwell on it.

He had been sure she would eventually come running back to the clan, perhaps because of her missing lover, which might explain her behavior. Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

But now, seeing her hugging another person—and that person being her brother's enemy, someone who wanted to kill him—Romans felt both frustrated and angry.

Didn't she know that she was siding with her brother's enemy? And why was she with another man? Couldn't she maintain her image?

Then he thought about it—it had been more than two months since the incident. Perhaps it was reasonable for her to move on.

How could he know that this silver-haired young man was Draco himself? Their appearances were different, even their auras and overall demeanor. Only those familiar with Draco would recognize him.

"It seems I have to attend the contest to deal with some matters," Romans muttered.

"Darling," a familiar voice rang out, and Draco turned to see a familiar figure rushing to hug him.

He opened his arms wide, welcoming her embrace.

Draco hugged her, relishing her presence and aura, then gave her a gentle peck on her forehead.

If Draco had been like a raging demon before, now he was like a holy angel. He emitted a peaceful aura that shocked those who witnessed it.

They saw the immense killing intent he had held moments before, yet now he looked like a saint.

The crowd could clearly see the love he had for this young lady. As for the young lady, they all recognized her—the young mistress of the Everett Clan. Sorry, my bad—the former young mistress.

The Everett Clan members present watched this scene in anger. They couldn't understand why their young mistress was with someone they regarded as an enemy.

Even though Rose had left the clan of her own accord, more than 90% of them still considered her the rightful young mistress. In their minds, she could not leave that position—it belonged to her, and no one could replace her.

Draco smiled as he gave her another peck on her forehead, a smile that sent arrows of love to the hearts of the women watching.

"That brat is taking advantage of Darling," Ivy pouted, watching them hug and Draco peck her forehead. Her face was full of jealousy—pure jealousy.

"Calm down," Alya teased as she hugged Ivy, making her face flush red. This distracted her, at least for a moment.

"When Darling returns, I'll ask for my hug too," Ivy pouted again.

Draco felt his mind at peace as he hugged Rose. Her scent was like heavenly water against his raging demonic fire, successfully putting out the flames.

"Rose..." Before he could finish his sentence, he was surprised by the sudden intrusion of her lips as Rose kissed him.

Draco realized that Rose understood what he wanted to say, which made her act this way. He savored the moment, but his heart felt a bit restless.

And, of course, the scene had been switched to another screen showing other participants. Privacy mattered a lot.

If not for this, Ivy would have flared up with jealousy if she had seen Rose kissing Draco. Meanwhile, Blum, Caesar, and Adrianna were the only ones who witnessed the scene.

One chuckled, one was confused, and one smiled as they watched it unfold.

After minutes of this, they separated. It was Draco who pulled away when he felt his body heating up—not with ordinary fire, but a lustful one.

Rose, now realizing what she had done, felt her face turn red as she avoided Draco's gaze.

She felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. If it had been Draco who took the initiative, she wouldn't have felt this way. But knowing she had been the one to initiate it made her self-conscious.

Draco might think of her differently—like how Alya used to behave.

Draco chuckled as he noticed her deep in thought with her flushed and embarrassed expression.

"Don't think too much," he said with a grin, giving her a peck on the forehead, which made her pout.

Draco then turned his attention to Adrianna, having noticed her nearby. He beckoned her with his eyes. Adrianna noticed this and rushed over to hug Draco.

Draco inhaled her scent, enjoying her presence as he began petting and ruffling her hair. Her pale skin made her a beauty in her own right.

Adrianna also found comfort in Draco's aura, feeling delighted as she rested in her comfort zone.

Rose smiled when she saw this. Blum, however, was still amazed by Draco's luck with women. He couldn't help but feel jealous.

He wished he could have such luck with ladies too—not just ordinary women, but peak beauties, goddesses.

He looked up, wondering when his time would come. "It seems I'll have to suck up to Draco and get him to teach me his ways," Blum thought shamelessly.

As for Caesar, he simply watched in amazement. He, too, was surprised and, admittedly, a bit jealous.

No man wouldn't feel jealous of this unless they were truly in love with their partner, fiancée, or someone who had captured their entire heart.

After a few minutes, Adrianna and Draco separated. Adrianna felt a bit empty, wishing this moment could last forever—hugging and cuddling with Draco, and maybe even making babies for him.

Draco turned back to Rose. He still wanted to explain himself so he could ease his mind.

But Rose caught on quickly. "Why do you want to kill my brother so badly?" she asked.

Draco sighed. "I felt my copy ability on him, which made me angry. I have to kill him to get rid of it."

Draco was surprised that Rose wasn't completely shocked—just a little. It seemed she had expected something like this.

"Yes, I also felt it," Blum said, backing Draco up. This news surprised and confused Alya, who had no idea what had happened to Draco before.

Rose fell into thought, beginning to connect the dots. She knew her brother didn't have the ability to do something like this, which left only her father.

She sighed. "No wonder there was that controlling bead in me."

Now, all evidence pointed to her father, Romans Everett.

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