I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"Papa!"

The word surprised Draco as he saw a silvery-white dragon emerge from the egg. The dragon opened her starry silver eyes and spoke again in a childish voice, "Papa."

She tried flapping her newly born wings, attempting to fly toward Draco, who now wore a gentle expression. However, her inexperience caused her to stumble and fall as she reached out to him.

Draco's heart melted at the sight of the adorable dragon. He gently picked her up, holding her in his arms as he tickled her belly. The little dragon laughed, her laughter contagious enough to make Draco laugh along with her.

"Impossible," Xylara muttered in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes for confirmation, utterly speechless as she watched the scene unfold.

Was this truly the Draco she knew?

The same Draco who exuded a cold and commanding aura, whose demonic eyes could send shivers down anyone's spine, now radiated warmth and gentleness. His piercing red eyes seemed almost angelic in this moment.

But the sight didn't stop there.

Draco leaned forward, rubbing his face affectionately against the baby dragon's soft cheek.

The dragon giggled as he did this, her silver eyes sparkling with joy.

"Abomination," Xylara screamed internally, feeling her mood darken.

For about ten minutes, Xylara could do nothing but stand there, silently watching this heartwarming scene unfold as though it were a film playing out before her.

"Papa… hungry," the baby dragon said, breaking the silence.

Draco froze for a moment, puzzled and a little panicked. He had no idea what a baby dragon could eat.

The small dragon squirmed in his arms, signaling she wanted to get down. He obliged, placing her gently on the floor. She wobbled her way toward the remnants of her broken eggshell.

Draco observed her curiously. He guessed she wanted to eat the shell since he could sense the strong energy emanating from it. Not wanting to interfere, he let her proceed.

BURP!

The little dragon belched after consuming the shell, her belly visibly full. "Papa, sleepy," she murmured, looking up at Draco expectantly.

Draco smiled and scooped her up gently, carrying her over to the bed.

As he placed her down, her eyes began to droop, and a yawn escaped her tiny mouth. Just as she fell asleep, her entire body started to glow with a radiant silver light.

"What's happening?" Draco thought, his concern growing as he turned to Xylara for answers.

Xylara rolled her eyes dramatically. "So you just remembered I'm here?" she replied mentally, her tone laced with mock annoyance.

Draco flushed slightly but maintained his composure.

"Don't worry," Xylara reassured him. "She's simply digesting the energy from the eggshell."

Her explanation put Draco's mind at ease.

The silver light around the dragon flared brightly for a brief moment before dimming, revealing a sleeping little girl where the dragon had been.

The child looked around three or four years old, with silver hair that shimmered like starlight. Her delicate features bore a striking resemblance to Draco, her puffed-out cheeks making her even more adorable.

"Papa," the little girl murmured in her sleep, her soft voice melting Xylara's earlier irritation.

Even Draco, who tried to move, found himself unable to leave as the little girl, now named Lyraea, clutched his finger tightly in her small hand. He had no choice but to stay, waiting for her to fall into a deeper sleep.

"What's going on?" Draco asked mentally, breaking Xylara's quiet observation of the sleeping Lyraea.

"I suspect her memories have either been sealed or wiped during her rebirth. She's essentially a blank slate now," Xylara explained.

"What do you mean?" Draco frowned. "Also… I feel a strange bond with her."

"She underwent something similar to the nirvana process of a phoenix. You wouldn't understand the details now," Xylara replied cryptically. "As for the bond, don't forget—the heart you're using to live belongs to her." She lightly poked Draco's chest, emphasizing her point.

"So… that's why she calls me 'Papa'?" Draco asked, slowly piecing things together.

"Yes. The first person a dragon sees becomes the most important to them, whether as family or otherwise. Since she can sense the bond between you, she naturally assumes you're her father," Xylara explained further.

"She thinks I'm her father," Draco concluded, glancing down at Lyraea. His stern expression softened into a smile as he looked at the sleeping child who now clung to him so affectionately.

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A strong influx of Originat shocked the entire mercenary city. Its source appeared to be at the edge of the city, attracting widespread attention.

Some people rushed to trace the origin of the influx, but it disappeared before they could find anything definitive. Still, they didn't give up and continued their search.

Anyone capable of manipulating such a large amount of Originat was likely a powerful figure, as only peak treasures or beings of extraordinary strength could release such energy.

Their investigation eventually led them to an inn called We Love You. However, identifying the specific room from which the influx had originated posed a problem.

Brad and his team, upon hearing that the Originat surge came from the inn where they were staying, hurried back from wherever they were. Brad suspected this might have something to do with Draco, whose mysterious nature made such events plausible.

Adrian and Adria shared Brad's suspicion, as they were more familiar with Draco's capabilities than the others in the mercenary group.

When they arrived at the inn, Adrian and Adria were the first to reach Draco's door, which was slightly ajar.

Cautiously, they entered, remaining on guard. The possibility that someone had broken into Draco's room and caused a conflict crossed their minds, explaining the massive influx of Originat.

Adria slowly pushed the door open, and what they saw left them stunned. Adrian, in particular, stood frozen with his mouth wide open—enough to fit an egg, as Adria later teased.

Inside, Draco sat with his mask off, wearing a gentle expression as he gazed at a silver-haired little girl sleeping peacefully beside him.

"Close your mouth, you don't want sand to get in," Adria whispered to Adrian, whose face turned red in embarrassment.

By this time, Dell, Flora, Sam, and Ivory had also arrived, standing speechless at the scene. The little girl was clearly asleep, and none of them wanted to disturb her.

Then Brad arrived. "Mr. Draco, are you okay?" he called out loudly as he entered the room.

Everyone glared at Brad in unison, their collective anger palpable. The room's atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, as though invisible blades pressed against their throats.

This immense pressure emanated from Draco, who turned toward Brad with visible anger. The reason was clear: the small girl had begun to stir as Brad's voice disrupted the silence.

Brad felt his entire body tremble under the collective weight of their stares. He glanced around the room, confused about what he had done wrong.

Then, a soft murmur broke the tension.

"Papa..."

The little girl's voice was faint but unmistakable. Draco's anger melted into a look of tenderness as he turned his attention to Lyraea, who was now stirring awake.

The others in the room, however, were stunned.

"Papa..."

The word echoed in their minds as they stared at the girl. Her resemblance to Draco was striking.

For some, like Flora and Ivory, the realization that Draco might have a wife and child made their hearts ache.

Others, like Adrian, found it unbelievable. Knowing Draco's ruthless and solitary nature, Adrian never expected him to have a child in his second life.

Adria, on the other hand, felt deeply uncomfortable watching Draco's affectionate behavior toward Lyraea.

Meanwhile, Brad and the other male members were simply happy for Draco, believing this to be a heartwarming revelation.

Everyone shared a singular thought: Who was the lucky woman?

If Draco had known their thoughts, he would've responded in confusion: "What woman are you talking about?"

Realizing they were intruding, the group quietly excused themselves, leaving Draco alone with Lyraea.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After a few minutes, Draco emerged from the room to find the group waiting for him outside.

He glanced suspiciously at Brad, who now sported a noticeable bump on his head. The sight was so unexpected it could almost make one laugh.

"What happened?" Draco asked, his expression neutral.

Brad quickly shook his head. How could he admit that Flora and Ivory had "disciplined" him for nearly waking Lyraea?

"Nothing," Brad mumbled, trying to appear calm.

"Alright," Draco replied indifferently, not pressing the issue.

He continued, "I need someone to fetch a silver dress for a three-year-old girl and find a shopping complex for me."

Draco then handed Brad a space ring filled with various items. "I need you to help sell these," he said.

Curious, Brad checked the contents of the ring and was shocked to see countless weapons, spells, and skills within it.

The items ranged from Bronze to Platinum Grade, numbering in the thousands.

Brad glanced at Draco in disbelief.

"Why sell all this? What about your future subordinates? What weapons will you give them?"

Xylara's voice sounded in Draco's mind, her tone slightly annoyed.

Realizing she had a point, Draco quickly reconsidered. He took the ring back, removed only the miscellaneous items he didn't need, and returned it to Brad.

"You can sell these and keep 10% of the earnings," Draco instructed.

Brad nodded, appreciating Draco's generosity, and left with his team.

Checking the ring again, Brad saw there were still hundreds of weapons inside.

"This is going to take a long time to sell," he muttered, setting off with the others.