I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Draco destroyed all the weapons with his hands, catching some of them.

"Who are you guys?" Draco asked, looking into the shadows.

"Hmph, leave this place. This place has been claimed by us," a concealed shadow appeared, standing in front of the entrance to the cave.

Draco's eyes narrowed as he looked at the shadow. He scrutinized them and noticed that they weren't from the Night Clan.

"I don't see a banner or a signboard here that says this place belongs to you," Draco snorted.

The expressions of all the shadows changed, and they looked at Draco with killing intent. "If you don't leave, then you can stay here forever," one of them laughed strangely.

In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Draco. He didn't bother to stop them.

"Who are you guys? I've never seen or heard of you before," Draco chuckled.

"Hmph, our terror will soon spread across Cerulean. Everyone will tremble at the mention of our name," one of them snorted.

Draco's eyes narrowed when he heard this. It seemed this group was a rising force, but what gave them the confidence to believe their name would strike terror across Cerulean?

"Well, it's not good to fantasize," Draco grinned. "None of you can beat me. You're weak."

The expressions of the concealed men turned to anger. "You dare belittle the words of our sovereign, the Plunderer!"

"What did you say? What do you call your sovereign?" Draco's face turned cold, emotionless. He had heard something that caused his demeanor to change instantly.

"Hmph, are you afraid of our sovereign? He's the Plunderer, a hegemon," one of them snorted, mistaking Draco's reaction for fear. He said it proudly.

Draco's expression twisted. Someone dared to call themselves the Plunderer apart from him. He suddenly laughed, placing his hands on his face as thoughts raced through his mind.

"It's because I've been lying low that someone dares to use my name," he thought.

The shadows were confused by Draco's laughter. What was happening?

But that didn't concern them. They stepped forward, aiming for Draco's life.

KNEEL!

Draco's wrathful voice rang out. All the shadows felt an indomitable pressure. They knelt under the sheer weight of it, their expressions filled with terror.

"It is said that without knowing one's limits, one can't surpass them," Draco chuckled, lost in thought.

He realized now why he hadn't thought of this before. The trauma of his ability being revealed still haunted him, making him hesitate to show his true strength.

"Without facing life and death, how can one transcend? Without fighting to the point of death, how can one know their shortcomings?"

Draco began to ruminate on this. It seemed he had been on the wrong path all along.

Even though his true strength had been revealed, in case of danger, he still had the ranger form of the Weapon of Plunder.

Draco sighed. When they mentioned the name "The Plunderer," the surge of anger had cleared his mind.

"You've finally comprehended it," Xylara's voice rang out. Draco sighed again.

He turned to the shadows. "Tell your sovereign that I'm coming for his head."

He didn't even move. The heads of the shadows burst into blood mist. Five men were killed instantly, as if an elephant had squashed ants.

Draco didn't bother looking at their corpses as he entered the cave.

When he entered, he was surprised to see that this place looked like a world within the small world.

He saw a forest inside the cave. The Originat here was far stronger than outside, but what confused him was how he had entered so easily.

"The deity put a mark on you that allows you to enter here with peace of mind," Xylara explained.

Draco walked, surveying his surroundings. This place felt a bit dry—no Volkoids—but he could see faint traces of aura left by creatures.

Even though it was faint, Draco's heightened sensitivity allowed him to notice it.

As he got closer, he saw a large palace, though it had been broken. He could feel the calling coming from there, and his luck also pointed to it.

As Draco moved a step forward—

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Draco didn't bother to defend. The foot he had just placed forward emitted a strong aura—the ground cracked all over, wind howled, and lightning struck.

Whatever was coming for him was stopped by Draco's aura. It turned out to be short knives.

Draco didn't look back. He just kept moving forward.

Not ten seconds later, ten shadows appeared. What was shocking, though, was that they were kneeling, clutching their necks, and looking at Draco in terror.

Blood poured from their necks like a waterfall. They fell, lifeless, soaked in their own blood.

If anyone had seen Draco strike, they would have shivered in fear. His strength was monstrous—no one could see when or how he moved.

It turned out Draco had already noticed the ten shadows, striking them before they could strike him. As for his method, he used Level 10 sword intent, compressing it into needle-and-thread-like forms.

This was the true weapon of an assassin. Its aura was restrained, but its lethality remained, claiming the lives of all ten.

As Draco got closer, he grew even more surprised by the size and aura of the palace. Though broken down, it still emitted a Transcendent aura.

Its golden color shone, like the residence of a deity. The calling became even stronger, pulling on his body to enter the palace in haste.

Draco's eyes narrowed. "It seems entering here won't be easy," he chuckled.

He took three steps forward, and the roars of Volkoids resounded. Illusory Volkoids appeared—more than fifty.

Draco smiled. He guessed this was a test. Could this be an inheritance ground?

He couldn't wait to see what treasure might belong to him here. He also remembered something—he wasn't just Xandros; he was both Draco and Xandros, forming Draco Xandros.

The calling might also be related to Draco.

"We'll know when you see it," Xylara chuckled.

Draco smiled, looking at the group of illusory Volkoids charging toward him.

A crystallized sword rapidly formed in his hands. He smiled as he disappeared.

He reappeared above the Volkoid army. With a punch, he generated a powerful attack without physically hitting them.

The energy from the punch destroyed and killed more than five of them.

Draco grinned as he swung the crystallized sword, destroying another wave of Volkoids.

This was pure massacre—Draco wasn't holding back.

Ding!

[You have killed...]

He was surprised they also gave experience points. This discovery excited him further, fueling his desire to kill more.

Meanwhile, back where Rose and the others were, they finally opened their eyes, surveying their surroundings and wondering where Draco was.

"Don't worry. I just went to do something important. I'll join all of you later," Draco's message reassured them.

They calmed down but still wondered what was so important that he had to leave them.
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They could feel that it was a bit dangerous, which was why Draco didn't bring them along. Rose and Adrianna pouted about this, but there was nothing they could do except wait for him.

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