Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

[Ding! New Mission Generated.

Take revenge on Robert Blackwood.

Objective: Make a hostile takeover of Blackwood Co.!

Reward: Mystery Box.]

Parker smirked as the notification appeared. The system didn't need to remind him of this one. This wasn't about points, This was personal.

"Blackwood Co., huh?" Parker muttered, the grin on his face darkening into something more predatory. "I don't need a mission to settle this score."

****

Parker woke up with a slow, deep breath, eyes blinking open to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through sheer curtains. His body felt... fine. No aches, no spiritual strain ripping through his soul, no weird tingling in his head from overusing his powers—just calm. Considering what he'd been through, it was almost weird. Seven hours in the real world.

The Dream had been... different this time. The Omni Energy there had practically flooded his core, raw power soaking into every part of him faster and cleaner than it ever could here. He could still feel the lingering weight of it, pressing behind his ribs. Solid. Complete.

The Shadow Manipulation Bond felt heavier too, less like a skill and more like a part of him—like his mind had stretched and grown around it.

The wolves had come to him then. Their guttural snarls. The sting of their claws as he cut them down—two more this time.

He had got twenty SP from the kills. He pushed deeper into his shadows with SP sharpening the Shadow Manipulation Bond, making the shadows colder. Hungrier. He had increased in the execution and got more skills of the Bond too.
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But the telekinesis? Still stuck. No matter how hard he tried, it just wouldn't click. He could move things. Crush them. But the moment he tried to shape it into something real—an attack, a weapon—it felt like trying to force together puzzle pieces from different boxes. Something was missing.

Parker exhaled sharply and set the phone down, its screen fading back to black.

Progress was progress.

But it wasn't enough. Not yet.

He exhaled and finally noticed the bed he was in. Different. Bigger. Way bigger. The mattress was like silk-draped clouds, the sheets a deep obsidian black threaded with hints of midnight blue, expensive as hell. The frame was sleek, dark wood, almost black, with a minimalist headboard carved with faint geometric patterns that felt... old, powerful, like something ancient yet modern.

The entire room had changed.

A new Persian rug stretched across the hardwood, thick enough that his toes barely felt the floor when he shifted. The furniture—no, the whole aesthetic—had transformed. The sleek glass desk, the matching armchairs by the floor-to-ceiling windows, even the fucking wardrobe... Wait.

Parker stood, the air brushing his skin like static, and crossed the massive room. The wardrobe wasn't just swapped out—it was a damn walk-in closet now.

The door slid open with a soft mechanical hum, revealing a space bigger than most people's apartments. Glass shelves glowed faintly under soft LED lights, showcasing his tailored suits like museum pieces. The back wall? Full-length mirrors. Drawers built into polished black marble counters. A vault safe tucked behind a sliding panel.

Damn, Victoria.

"Victoria, you didn't just do good," he muttered, eyes sweeping the space again. "You fucking killed it."

A small, rare smirk touched his lips. His house manager company lady had outdone herself this time. Everything here screamed power. Luxury. Money. It felt right.

He picked up his iPhone 16, the titanium frame cool in his grip, and tapped it awake. Time to work.

Grabbing his MacBook Pro 16 off the desk, Parker settled in. The screen glowed as he started coding—something personal.

A security program, one even the top hackers and agencies couldn't crack. Real James Bond type shit. No recording, no tracking, no third-party data leaks. If he made a call?

No one, not even the carriers, would have a trace of it.

Fingers flew across the keyboard, the code flowing like second nature, a language he controlled. He finished it in record time, exporting the app directly into his iPhone, his Samsung Galaxy Ultra 24, and, without their knowledge, the phones of Cassidy, Ava, Claire, Alina, and Tessa. Then his house maids since they were practically the portal to his little base.

None of them would even notice something was there to guard there phones..He wasn't done. Not yet. Another, more advanced program—one he kept exclusively on his laptop. That one had... other uses.

Once it was done, he leaned back, flipping through his contacts until he found Cassidy.

The call barely rang once before she picked up.

****

"Boss," came her voice, smooth as ever but with that razor-sharp professionalism she wore like armor.

"Tell me."

"Everything's moving." No wasted words. "Ava's buy-in with Summit & Wolfe is going smoothly. The contracts are in negotiation, and it's solid so far. Sophisticated Space still hasn't contacted us about the new property sets. Infinity Holdings, though... we need a corporate base. Should I move on a purchase?"

Parker leaned back, head tilting, fingers drumming once against the armrest. A headquarters. About damn time.

"Buy it. I'll wire the more money today."

Cassidy didn't respond right away. That pause. Calculating.

"...Actually, I was thinking we build from scratch. Delaware."

"Why?" His voice sharpened just slightly.

"Control. Total control. We design it. Security. Layout. Every inch. No blind spots. No unknown contractors. You'd own the whole blueprint." She paused, then added, "There's more. I'll send you a breakdown—full pros and cons."

A slow exhale. She was right. His empire was still just a blueprint in his head—one he planned to carve into reality, brick by brick. No room for mistakes. No half-measures. The same went to the headquarter building.

"Fine. Do it." His voice dropped lower. "This is the foundation of everything. We'll do it your way. No shortcuts." A beat of silence passed.

"Understood."

But Parker wasn't done.

He closed his eyes for a heartbeat, mind tracing back to the Blackwoods. What Robert did to him. The way the system itself had glitched. Ere...

"Tell me about the Blackwoods, Cassidy." His voice cut through the air like a blade—calm, but sharp enough to draw blood.

Another pause. Different this time. He could almost hear the gears turning in her head.

"...Why?"

"You know more than you're saying. You're connected to my second aunt who I think knows about them. And you're... not exactly normal either, are you?" He didn't let out the suspicion he had on his second aunt.

A humorless laugh. "No, boss. I'm not. But the Blackwoods..." She trailed off.

"What, Cassidy?"

"They're untouchable," she said finally. "One of the founding families of the Ether Community. They don't just have power—they are power. The Ether Community's the entire supernatural world. They run it, enforce its rules, keep balance. It's old money, old magic—so deep you don't even feel the strings they're pulling. And the Voidhowls? They're one of those strings. Probably the whole fucking rope."

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