I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

It had been close to a day since the battle Draco had with Damien. Adrianna, Rose, Caesar, and Blum had been following him.

It was rare to see Volkoid, as well as other participants of the contest. If they laid their eyes on Draco, they would flee, running for their lives.

Draco's battle with Damien had spread all over the small world. The witnesses gossiped about it to those who hadn't been around to watch the fight.

Of course, there were some who didn't agree with this, not believing it was Draco who had done this. But when they heard how many people said it, they began to believe—though they weren't convinced that Draco was strong enough to beat them.

If they met Draco, they thought they would show him who was boss. However, those who were wise and knew they couldn't beat Draco kept their distance from him and the others.

Another thing that surprised Draco was that, as he got closer to the center of the small world, he felt a familiar sensation calling out to him.

He could feel that whatever it was lay at the center of the small world. This familiar sensation confused him because it felt like a part of him that had been separated and left in a strange place.

This was what confused him even more. What was causing this?

"Do you know what's happening? I feel a familiar calling from the center of the small world," Draco asked Xylara. As the Spirit of Xandros, maybe she knew something about this, since he had no idea and was only becoming more confused.

"I guess one of the things that belongs to Master is there. But I don't know what it is. Master had numerous treasures considered his. You'll have to go there yourself to find out," Xylara explained.

Draco sighed. He then remembered that the luck also pointed in the same direction as the familiar calling. This made him wonder if they both had the same destination.

He continued the journey with the others until they noticed they were in a strange place.

Skeletons, blood, and ghouls were everywhere. This was a battlefield. As Draco looked at the skeletons, something came to mind that shocked him.

There were Draconic skeletons—skeletons with bone wings on their backs. Some resembled bird-like skeletons, and from these, Draco knew they were Phoenix skeletons.

There were skeletons that looked human, except they had fangs. There were wolf-like skeletons, tiger skeletons, human skeletons, and many others that were unrecognizable. All were gigantic and exuded an intimidating aura.

Everyone felt somewhat suppressed, except for Draco.

The only thing he felt was sadness. Yes, he felt an overwhelming urge to cry as he looked at the skeletons. It wasn't only him—Blum, Adrianna, Rose, and Caesar all felt the same way.
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It was as if they were looking at their brothers, subordinates, or children. That was how it felt. The sadness even affected their perception of the outside world.

Xylara appeared beside Draco, her expression equally sorrowful.

"Is it what I think it is?" Draco muttered to Xylara in a sad tone.

"Yes. This is a battlefield, and I'm sure these are from the Gods' Domain. The sadness, the races, the aura—everything points to the fact that this is the Gods' Domain. But I wonder why so many died from all the domains," Xylara said.

Draco sighed. He had a faint idea of what had happened from the memory fragments he'd awakened. But he never imagined the death toll would be so high.

As they took a step further, the scene changed.

FIGHT! KILL!

The war cries shocked Draco as he saw the scene in front of him change from the remnants of a battlefield to an actual battlefield.

Dragons flew, Phoenixes chirped, Tigers roared, Demons struck; Vampires, Undead, Succubi, Black Elves, Fallen Angels, and Werewolves clashed in the chaos.

There were humans, Light Angels, Elves, Elephants, and many other unknown races.

But the most shocking thing was that these races weren't fighting against each other. Instead, they had joined forces as they battled their common enemies.

Draco was amazed and surprised by this. In his memory, these races had always fought one another. But now, he was seeing them cooperate.

Draco then turned his attention to the enemies, and what he saw left him stunned.

"So these are the enemies," Draco muttered. "They look no different from humans, except for slight differences."

He could see a human-like figure, but the only thing different was that it had three eyes—the third, larger eye sat above the other two on its forehead.

There was also a human-like woman wearing a pointed conical hat and holding a stick that resembled a broom. She had pointed ears.

Draco observed many other strange races among the enemies, which made him even more surprised.

But what shocked him more was the strength these enemies possessed. The three-eyed one was taking part of someone's soul and digesting it. The human-like woman with the conical hat was chanting something ominous.

Something moved, and suddenly, people began falling. Some were eaten by worms. Others had black formations spreading across their bodies. Many began to rot where they stood.

Anyone with knowledge of such phenomena would know it was a curse. This kind of attack went against the Origin Heaven Dao of the Gods' Domain, making it easier for their attacks to kill the gods.

And these weren't the only abilities. The other enemy races also displayed incredible strength, though their skills weren't as potent as the two mentioned.

"It seems they are invaders," Draco muttered.

"Yes, they are," Xylara's voice rang out. "I can see they are incompatible with the Heavenly Dao of the Gods' Domain. But from what I can observe, it seems the Origin Heaven Dao is wounded."

Her explanation confused Draco a little. He continued watching the battle, deep in thought, as he began to ruminate on something.

He recalled the last words from his fragmented memory:

"Hmph. I knew they wouldn't defeat him. Such weak cultivators."

It seemed the invaders couldn't directly defeat the deities of the Gods' Domain, so they resorted to pitting them against one another, which ultimately caused this war.

It also appeared that they feared Xandros. Otherwise, the other domains wouldn't have joined forces to attack him. From the memories, Draco realized that he and Xandros were the only strong gods who survived after the battle.

In the end, they both had to reincarnate because they couldn't completely defeat their enemies. Draco had sacrificed himself to something called the Reincarnation Cycle.

Breaking the Reincarnation Cycle seemed to have affected the Origin Heaven Dao. Draco could see everyone fighting desperately to protect the Gods' Domain, sacrificing themselves to shield their world.

Humans, Dragons, Elves, Angels, Demons, and many other races of the Gods' Domain had joined together to protect their world.

Draco felt a pang of sadness as he watched them. They were all doing this willingly, even gladly. He also felt the burden on him grow heavier.

"Protecting the world and saving it… I hope it's not just me who has to shoulder it all," Draco thought.

He then noticed that the battle offered a valuable opportunity for comprehension. Calming himself, Draco began to glean insights from the ongoing chaos.

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