I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"Someone has already broken through," said one of the five people standing side by side in an unknown place.

"How so? How can someone pass through that barrier? Without the sovereign's help, we might not even be able to do so," another replied.

"It seems we have a great enemy," a third person remarked.

"Yes, I can see they all died at the same time. That means the person is powerful," the first one said.

"Then let's hurry and complete the sovereign's mission quickly. We can't underestimate our opponent and risk failing the mission. I'm sure no one wants to get on the bad side of the sovereign," another added.

They all nodded in agreement. Facing the sovereign's bad side could mean death, and they understood the importance their sovereign placed on retrieving the object.

Even though they knew the item might be a treasure of incredible value, none of them dared to feel greed. Such was the fear and respect they had for their sovereign.

"Let's move," one of them commanded. They headed inside and continued their journey.

SWOOSH!

A sword slash tore through an illusory volkoid, letting out a sad cry as it vanished.

"That's the last of them," a male voice rang out. A silver-haired young man with red eyes held a crystallized white sword as he looked at the volkoid's fading remains.
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The corpse disappeared, and the young man advanced. In front of him stood a large golden palace, though it appeared broken.

The silver-haired young man touched the door and was surprised when it opened for him. He had expected another obstacle, but it seemed there was none.

This young man was Draco.

Draco stepped inside. Seeing no immediate danger, he entered fully. The door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang.

Draco felt slightly lost but was able to vaguely sense where the calling was coming from, guiding his steps as he moved forward.

He was surprised there were no obstacles or tests along the way. Then he noticed footprints and guessed that someone else had entered and cleared all the obstacles ahead.

He silently thanked them but rushed forward, knowing that whoever had come before him might already be heading for the source of the calling.

He didn't want them to take the treasure. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't want to lose it. Perhaps they wouldn't be able to retrieve it—but he couldn't take that chance.

Draco picked up his pace, refusing to believe they wouldn't seize the treasure if he came late.

If they had managed to enter and get this far, it meant they might have the means to claim it.

Draco dashed into a hall and was surprised to find himself at his destination.

At the far end of the hall stood a treasure chest. But his eyes didn't miss the five people standing in front of it. No, there were more—he could feel their presence.

What surprised Draco the most was the features of the five individuals. They were young and clearly from different academies, yet they were working together.

It seemed the leader of this organization wasn't a soft target. They had infiltrated the academies without being discovered.

If the academies knew, why hadn't they purged them?

Draco observed their uniforms carefully. One of them wore the Royal Academy uniform. Another wore the Waves Academy uniform. The third was in the Obsidian Academy uniform. The fourth, a woman, wore the Phoenix Academy uniform. Lastly, the fifth wore the Luminari Academy uniform.

These five were from the top academies. Draco hadn't thought the infiltration would run this deep.

Only strong individuals could participate in this contest, and they weren't easy to defeat.

Looking at the one in the Luminari Academy uniform, Draco sighed. He recognized him.

He was the one who had punched Draco.

"What's his name again? Yes, Sam," Draco thought.

"It's you," Sam cried out. It wasn't just him; the others looked at Draco in surprise.

Draco's popularity had soared after what he did to Damien. That was how they recognized him. As for his recent battle with Damien, they had no idea about it.

"I wonder how you managed to get here," Sam chuckled. "But just know, you're not leaving here alive."

He waved his hand, and Draco found himself surrounded by numerous concealed, black-robed men—up to fifty of them.

This made Draco wonder why there were so many of them. Were all the students participating in the competition part of this organization?

This led him to question what kind of organization this was and who their so-called sovereign was.

"I heard your sovereign is called the Plunderer," Draco said, his eyes calm and fearless. This lack of fear surprised them, but they assumed he was just putting on a brave front.

"Yes, our sovereign is the strongest," the lady from the Phoenix Academy said with a look of admiration.

"I wonder how many academy students belong to your group. Maybe you've taken over half the academies," Draco chuckled.

The five just snorted. "You ask too many questions. Now it's time for you to die."

Draco scanned the concealed men and counted fifty-seven of them. His eyes narrowed as he saw them pouncing toward him.

ROAR!

CAW!

TRUMP!

AHOO!

ROAR!!!

Draco opened his pet world, summoning all of his pets. Brown Red Dragon, the Purple Mice, the Celestial Wolf, the White Tiger, the Netherworld Crow, and the Night Panther appeared. As for Anna, he carried her. The Divine Elephant and the rest of his pets also emerged, declaring their arrival with loud cries.

They surrounded Draco, placing him at the center. This was their will—to protect their master.

When the five students and the fifty-seven concealed men saw this, they stared at Draco in shock and began to shiver.

Each of the Volkoids' auras was no weaker than level 50. Fear filled their faces as they wondered what kind of man Draco was.

Draco wasn't finished. He smiled while holding Anna in his arms.

"Emerge."

It was as if a portal to the shadow world had opened. The surroundings darkened and turned chilly. Shadows emerged from the ground—more than a hundred of them.

"Greetings, Master," all the shadows and Volkoids said, kneeling in reverence before Draco.

The fifty-seven concealed men and the five students shivered in terror. Their fear turned into horror as they shook their heads in disbelief.

But reality was cruel—what they were witnessing was real.

The shadows created a throne for Draco. He sat on it and looked at the group of concealed men and students with ridicule in his eyes.

"First, I might have spared your lives, but since you know why I'm here, I can't let you live to spread the news."

"Second," Draco continued with a cold laugh, "your so-called sovereign dares to call himself the Plunderer? From now on, your organization and I are enemies. Pray I don't find your headquarters soon, or I'll raze it and eliminate every last one of you."

His tone was chilly and domineering, sending fear into their hearts.

Draco turned to his army. "Don't kill them."

The Volkoids and shadows nodded as they moved, dominating the enemies.

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