I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

AT THE ARENA

Three people moved into the arena — two men and a woman — their eyes surveying the crowd.

"There she is," one of the guys said.

"Did I say I didn't know?" The woman rolled her eyes, making the guy feel a bit ashamed.

"Can you not bully Williams all the time, Ivy?" the other man said helplessly.

These three were Ivy, Darvis, and Williams, returning from a mission issued by the academy.

"Hmph," Ivy snorted, walking towards Alya's direction. Darvis was helpless but couldn't do anything other than follow her.

Alya also noticed them. "How was it?" she asked when Ivy sat beside her.

"We found them but lost them," Ivy said in annoyance.

"What do you mean?" Alya raised her eyebrows, but Ivy snorted, not bothering to reply. Alya looked at her speechlessly before turning to ask Darvis and Williams, who had just arrived as well.

From their explanation, it turned out they had found the target of their mission, and they were weaklings. Because of this, Ivy had been toying with them, playing a cat-and-mouse game until, eventually, the mouse escaped.

When Alya heard this, she finally understood why Ivy hadn't answered her earlier. It turned out Ivy was the reason they lost and ultimately failed the mission. This realization made Alya want to laugh.

She then turned to look at Ivy and was shocked to sense something familiar about her — both her aura and her origin. She looked at her face and found she resembled someone from her awakened memories, someone she used to bicker with day and night.

Alya was surprised but decided to calm her curiosity, choosing to wait for Draco and Xylara to return.

"So, what's the catch? The first years?" Williams chuckled. "Is that your guy — what's his name again? Yes, Simeon. Is he out or still participating?" he added.

"Look over there," Alya pointed to a screen. Ivy and Darvis also wanted to take a look.

They noticed that the entire crowd had their eyes fixed on the same screen Alya had pointed to. When they looked at the screen, they were met with the sight of Champs punching Draco with his golden fist.

"Intent Realm!" Darvis and Williams screamed in their minds. It looked like they had missed a lot, and they cried out internally.

Alya muttered in her mind, "Darling." Her eyes lit up when she saw Draco. At that moment, all her thoughts were consumed by him. She didn't even bother to look at Champs or his glaring golden fist. Even if she had, Champs' use of Intent wouldn't have surprised her as much as seeing her darling again.

They saw the fist hitting Draco, sending him flying and causing a dent in the ground.

"Papa!"

"Darling!"

Two voices called out simultaneously, and suddenly, the entire arena felt a chilling shift in the air. The crowd felt their surroundings grow cold, and an immense pressure descended upon them.

"You both should calm down. Nothing will happen to him. He can't die. You know the academy won't let a genius like him die," Alya soothed them. Their expressions relaxed, and the pressure and cold aura dissipated.

The crowd tried to locate the source of the aura but couldn't. However, the elders and vice chancellor knew it was Ivy. As for the pressure, they assumed it was also her doing.

Darvis and Williams were shocked as they stared at both the child and the woman. Two questions plagued their minds:

Why is Ivy calling Simeon "darling"? Have they met before?

How did they not notice this baby before? This is the second time this is happening.

The second question baffled them the most as they looked at Lyraea in horror. They also didn't know it was Lyraea who had emitted the pressure. Like everyone else, they assumed it was Ivy's doing.

Ivy, however, was looking at Lyraea, who was sitting on Alya's lap, with wariness. She hadn't noticed the child's presence until now, and the strong pressure she had felt from this three-year-old girl made her even more uneasy.

"Who is she?" Killing intent flashed in Ivy's eyes as she set her gaze on Lyraea. Her thoughts were clear. My darling is only for me. I can't let anyone else have him — not even a baby. She was especially wary of Lyraea, whose strong presence unnerved her.

Alya felt the killing intent and facepalmed. She was shocked that Ivy could still recognize Draco as Draco, even though everything about him had changed. This was surprising.

"He's her daughter," Williams casually said. Alya felt like hitting the blabbermouth. He had only made things worse.

As expected, Ivy's eyes filled with rage. Her face twisted with jealousy and wrath. Her darling had fathered a daughter — and it wasn't with her. The realization left her heartbroken, the pain of it pricking her heart deeply.

She turned her gaze back to Lyraea and noticed the striking features she shared with her "darling." Her eyes widened in recognition as she recalled the woman who had taken Draco away when they last saw him at the factory during their search.

"Should I just kill them both and that lady too? Then my darling will be mine alone." This thought passed through Ivy's mind like a flash of lightning.

"If you kill her, he would hate you forever," Alya said aloud, seemingly reading Ivy's mind.

Ivy jolted, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her mood shifted from rage to sorrow.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I don't want my darling to hate me," she cried out, making Alya feel speechless. She never expected Ivy to break down like this.

"Don't worry. He won't hate you if you don't do anything to her," Alya quickly assured her. Ivy's mood calmed, and her breathing stabilized.

Darvis and Williams watched the drama unfold, completely lost. They didn't understand the overall picture at all.

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"You're underestimating your system. It's not an ordinary system but the Plundering System," Xylara said, walking away.

Draco was confused by her words. "What can it do?" he wondered.

Nevertheless, he still followed her instructions.

He activated his Plundering Eye. His eyes turned a deep red, as if an unfathomable abyss had opened in his gaze. Anyone who met his eyes would find themselves shivering, feeling as if they were staring into the depths of an endless void.

Ding!

The system's voice echoed in Draco's mind, startling him. He quickly turned to read the notifications.

He was shocked by the system's words.

[Does Host want to plunder this? (Yes/No)]

Draco quickly clicked "Yes." The intent in his arms disappeared, and all the knowledge about Champs' fist intent flooded into his mind.

He didn't just copy it — he plundered it. All the knowledge of Champs' fist intent became his own. This realization made Draco understand how powerful and defiant his ability and system truly were.

He also realized how strong the fist intent was. No wonder he had lost. He now understood that the system's multiplier didn't solely determine how strong he would be.

With mastery of intent, if he used his full strength, he might be able to defeat his former self — the version of himself before his stats were halved.

This was the horror of the "Intent Realm." The doors had been opened.

The onlookers watched the spot where Draco had fallen. Some hoped he would stand up and fight, while others believed he had been defeated.

As for Champs, he was certain Draco had been defeated. He knew how strong his fist intent was. It wasn't something an ordinary genius could block or withstand.

Suddenly, they felt movement. Draco's figure reappeared. His clothes around his arms were destroyed, and there were also some gashes on his outfit.

Champs stared at Draco in shock, his mind racing. How did he survive that? Is it possible that he has an intent like me?

He called out to Fist, who appeared beside him. He quickly explained the situation.

"You might be correct," Fist said. "He could have blocked your intent with his own intent. Also, he's a god heir. For him to identify you as a Fist God heir, he must be one too. But I wonder, which god heir is he?"

Fist frowned, feeling Draco's aura. It was familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had felt it before.

Suddenly, they saw Draco's hands glowing with a golden light — a light everyone recognized. Champs was stunned, and Fist's expression turned grim as he realized something important.

The entire crowd stood up, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. Did he copy Champs? What just happened?

"You're a really good training partner," Draco said, his calm voice carrying over the stunned crowd. "I wouldn't have realized so many things or forced my potential to this level without you." Enjoy exclusive content from empire

His words made Champs furious, but his shock suppressed his anger.

What is happening? How is he using my fist intent? Champs asked himself. His eyes didn't deceive him. He was all too familiar with this aura — it was his.

Draco moved. In an instant, he launched a punch with his left fist. Champs reacted quickly, circulating his intent through his arms to block the incoming strike.

Their punch and arms collided with a resounding shockwave. Champs was forced to take ten steps back. He was stunned. Draco's attack was stronger than his own.

How did his attack become stronger than mine?! Champs thought, his heart pounding.

He felt another punch coming his way, and this time, he heard a dragon's roar emanating from it. The sheer intensity of the aura was suffocating him.

His face darkened as he braced himself for the impact. But then, suddenly, the aura vanished, and he felt no impact.

He looked up, confused. Draco's punch had stopped just inches from his face. Slowly, Draco lowered his hand, a sly smile on his lips.

Seeing Champs' confused expression, Draco chuckled. "I know you have a trump card, and you think I don't. But tell me — do you reveal your trump card to everyone?"

Champs glanced at his surroundings, noting the crowd's watchful eyes. Their fight had attracted a lot of attention.

"Would you like to be my subordinate or my partner?" Draco added.

"Agree. You can't beat him alone," Fist said, his voice faint as he disappeared from view.

Fist's words made Champs scowl, his face growing pale.

"Hmph. I agree," Champs said, his tone sharp. "But if I beat you, then you're mine."

Draco grinned. "It's my pleasure. What's your name?"

"Champs," he replied.

"Mine is Draco," Draco said.

The crowd watched as the two of them left their sight, heading deeper into the forest.