I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Draco was surprised to see an 8% increase in the mission of popularity over Cerulean. Also, it looked like Alya had awakened.

"Xylara, can you now explain what happened that caused me to do so much destruction to the city?" Draco asked.

Xylara looked at him and knew Draco had found out from the system that he was the cause of such destruction. She began to explain, making Draco surprised at how strong he had become.

They all joined forces and still couldn't overcome him, even though he was carrying Lyraea with one of his arms.

When he heard he had used the Fire Dragon Spell, he shivered. He had almost exterminated thousands of innocent people.

If this had happened, Draco would have committed suicide. Yes, he would have, because his act at that moment wouldn't make him any different from those who killed all the children in the orphanage.

"Thanks, I owe you one," Draco said to Lyraea. If not for her, he would have gone down the path of regret, finding no reason to stay alive.

Watching her small figure eat lots of soft meat, a smile blossomed on his face. Her cute face never failed to make him laugh. He was really getting into his role as a father.

Some of the people in the restaurant looked over when they saw Lyraea had eaten more than five full plates of meat. Isn't a child like her supposed to avoid eating too much meat?

Draco knew the reason for this. As a dragon, she couldn't eat vegetables but only meat—nutritious, enriching meat. As for her stomach capacity, even Draco was surprised. He never expected her to have such a large appetite.

This is a potential foodie!

And Draco liked where this was going. If she grew up, he wondered if she would eat a Volkoid twice the size of an elephant in one sitting.

He shook his head, getting rid of the thought. Whatever she turned out to be, he would always love her.

After finishing the food at the restaurant, Brad took him to another inn called "We Hate You" Inn. Draco was confused by the odd naming of inns among mercenaries.

Taking a room there, Draco's eyes were already feeling heavy with sleep. Even though he felt full, he still felt weak. He needed a good rest.

Dropping the sleepy Lyraea on the bed—yes, she had fallen asleep again—Draco thought about her routine. She ate, slept, and when she woke up, she slept again. Draco guessed that, as a child, she needed plenty of rest. He always made sure she got enough sleep.

As he tried to sleep as well, Xylara's voice suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a moment," she said as she appeared beside him. A flash of red light entered Draco's forehead just as he was closing his eyes.

Draco was familiar with this process. This was how Xylara had performed the awakenings of Adrian and Adrianna.

He fell asleep, and all thoughts ceased.

A five-year-old boy lay in an unknown forest. From his mumbling, one could tell he had been abandoned by his family.

It turned out his talent was weak—too weak to be called a talent in his prestigious family. They wanted to find a way to kill him, but someone suggested deserting him instead.

The young boy didn't know whether to feel grateful for the person who came up with the idea since they had left him with a slim chance of survival.

Spending days in the forest, he realized that someone without strength couldn't survive there. If not for his intelligence, he would have become food for the beasts.

He always pretended to be dead and was an excellent actor. Of course, this alone wasn't enough to guarantee his safety, so he let his body develop a foul smell, which seemed to work.

Every beast that came near him would run away as the rotten smell assaulted their noses.

A week passed in the blink of an eye. Revenge had begun to take root in his heart. If he survived this forest and escaped, he would make sure his family regretted abandoning him.

If his parents had been alive, this wouldn't have happened. He would have been tasked with overseeing one of the family's businesses instead.

He was just an orphan. He had been told that his father died before he was born and that his mother died giving birth to him.

The uncle who took care of him died when he was three years old. Because of this, the family saw him as a plague. Since he had no valuable talent, they believed it was better to eliminate the "catastrophe" before it worsened.

These were their thoughts.

While pretending to be dead as usual, a silver fox with five tails approached him, staring at him with an intrigued expression.

It was as if the fox knew he was pretending. It placed its claw on his chest, making the boy shiver in fear.

He was still a child, not an old man who could remain calm under such circumstances. Immediately, he opened his eyes to see the silver fox looking at him amusedly, its claw still on his chest.

He could feel death's door opening, but he didn't want to die yet. He had too much to do.

"Mr. Fox, I'm sorry for disturbing you," he said meekly, praying the beast understood him.

Hahahaha!

The sound of girlish laughter startled and frightened the boy. He hadn't expected the fox to talk—only legendary beasts could do that.

How rotten and unlucky was he to encounter such a beast, he lamented internally.

"What's your story, young boy?" the fox asked, transforming into a human form and still looking at him with amusement.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The boy realized he had no choice. This could also be his chance to survive. He began telling his story, explaining how his family abandoned him.

"So, what do you want to do?" the fox asked.

"I want revenge," the boy said, his eyes burning with hatred.

"What's your name, young boy?" she asked.

"Xandros," he replied.

"Xandros, my name is Rosaria. Since you seek revenge, I will give you an opportunity. It's up to you to make use of it," Rosaria said.

Xandros was elated. He was ready to face any challenge to grow stronger. He knew this world belonged to the strong, and strength dictated power.

Rosaria nodded at his determination. I hope he does well, she thought.

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"Xandros, make sure you take care of her in your next life. She has sacrificed a lot for us."

Xandros, the Plunderer, known as the God Killer, stood with his right arm detached and serious injuries covering his body.

In front of him stood an unknown man with blurry features.

"I never thought we underestimated their strength—that they would use the gods to start a war before reaping the benefits," Xandros said angrily.

"Also, what do you mean by 'next life'? The reincarnation cycle is blocked for us by those damned bitches!" Xandros cursed in frustration.

"Don't worry about that. I will now create a universe using your body, sending all the gods there. However, only you and a select few will retain your memories," the unknown man replied.

"What do you mean?" Xandros asked, confused. "Wait, don't tell me..."

He stared at the unknown man, who avoided his gaze. "You've broken through that realm, haven't you? So, what are you trying to do?"

"Xandros, you know our strength is no match for the invaders. Ninety percent of our gods have been eliminated..." The unknown man began to explain his plan.

"No, I won't agree to this. I can't leave you alone to deal with this beast," Xandros shook his head in defiance.

"I knew this would happen, Xandros." Suddenly, Xandros found himself unable to move, restrained by the unknown man.

"Why don't you go into the circle of reincarnation instead?" Xandros asked angrily.

"It is always you first, Main Body." Xandros was shocked to hear those words—it had been a long time since the unknown man had called him that.

"I've been preparing for this," the man chuckled, tears forming in Xandros' eyes.

"Why..." Xandros muttered.

The man chanted an unknown spell. A crack appeared in the sky, and orbs of white light began to shine and fly toward the opening.

The man moved his hands, drawing a white orb of light out of Xandros' body. Another orb appeared from nowhere. The man looked at it and muttered, "Make sure you take care of him."

Suddenly, Xandros' orb of light stopped. His body opened its eyes, and he shouted, "I can't let you be exterminated like that!"

Moving his hands, a small orb of light emerged from the man's body and headed toward Xandros' orb, fusing with it.

"We were originally one, and we will take revenge as one," Xandros' voice echoed as his orb entered the crack.

"My name will no longer be Xandros but Draco Xandros, a union of both of us."

The man, hearing Xandros' voice, smiled sadly as he watched him enter the reincarnation cycle.

"I never thought he would do that," Draco—the unknown man—muttered sorrowfully.

"It's time to get to the real task. I have studied and advanced the technology of our past life," Draco said, his body fading into faint light along with Xandros'.

In their place, a core formed. Draco's fading soul moved his hand, sending the core to the edge of the universe.

The core grew and transformed into a blue world, standing in the midst of the universe. Draco threw some objects inside, sealing them to awaken at the right time.

"Now, they will be able to reincarnate here. The cheats I've dropped will help them and this world," he said, sealing the world they were in before.

Looking at the familiar planet he had recreated based on his memories, Draco said, "I really miss Planet Earth."

His soul dispersed, vanishing completely from the world.