I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Draco opened his eyes, muttering, "Another memory fragment." He looked at Lyraea, who was beside him, and saw she was still sleeping.

He was surprised that Rosaria, whom he met in his memories, had the same features as Rose. Additionally, the color of her fox power matched the fur of Rosaria's fox form.

"Xandros, make sure you take care of her in your next life. She has sacrificed a lot for us." This was the message Draco had left for him.

Whenever he thought of the scene where Draco had sacrificed himself for Xandros and the world, he felt a pang of sadness. He chuckled as well. It seemed his name was a blend of the two: "Draco Xandros."

Sadness continued to stem from Draco's heart, a tear silently falling from his eyes. Whenever he thought of the scene, it felt as though a knife had been stabbed into his chest.

Sensing the sadness emanating from Draco, Xylara emerged, looking at him with concern. Her eyes reflected the sorrow and longing in his own.

"What happened?" Xylara asked hesitantly.

Draco looked at her and, in a whisper, asked, "Do you know Draco?" He described Draco's appearance and demeanor based on the memory fragment he had experienced.

Xylara was startled, gazing at Draco. "Has he awakened his memory?" Her eyes filled with hope as she looked at him.

"He's an enemy of the master. He created a technique or ability that can copy skills," Xylara explained. "They always fought to the death."

"What's the master's name?" Draco asked.

"Xandros," she replied, still looking puzzled.

"He's just a guy who loved sex, calling himself the Sex God. A pathetic man who gained strength by seducing women, a womanizer, and a coward who hid behind ladies..."

"Enough!" Draco shouted angrily. Seeing the disdain in her eyes as she ridiculed Draco, Xylara was taken aback by his outburst. He had never raised his voice to her like this, not even in his past life.

Draco laughed bitterly. The person he had turned to hate was the same one who had saved the world and gone into reincarnation.

He saved all the gods, ensuring their survival. Draco now understood everything.

If Xandros hadn't pulled part of his soul into reincarnation, he would have ceased to exist in the universe.

And here was Xylara ridiculing such a person. He didn't know why he had yelled at her.

When he looked at her, she flinched away. Draco could see tears welling up in her eyes.

This shocked him. He never thought his anger would make her cry.

"Xylara..." he began, but she disappeared into him before he could finish.

"Sorry," he whispered, feeling his heart ache with guilt.

"Draco, are you okay?" Brad's voice called from the door of the inn.

"Yes, I'm okay," Draco replied.

What Draco didn't realize was that his shout had been so loud, even though the room was enchanted with runes, Brad, standing outside the door, had still heard him.

Draco knew this and reflected on his actions, realizing how Xylara must have felt.

What he didn't understand was that, despite the spirits' mature appearances and speech, they still had childlike hearts.

Draco felt a tug on his clothes. He looked down to see Lyraea holding onto him. It seemed his shout had woken her from her sleep.

He picked her up in his arms, lost in thought.

Who was Draco?

He remembered Xandros fighting the gods, but from Draco's words, it seemed they had been controlled. By whom?

And why?

Draco had referred to Xandros as the "Main Body." What did that mean?

Was he a clone of Xandros? Or was it something else entirely?

He needed answers.

Anger rose within him at his powerlessness. He now realized he was the fusion of Draco and Xandros, bearing the name "Draco Xandros."

He felt another tug on his clothes. Looking down, he saw Lyraea staring at him with hopeful eyes.

His heart was soothed by her innocent and childish expression. She opened her arms wide, silently asking for a hug.

Smiling, he embraced her.

As he held her, he felt a small pat on his back, surprising him.

Did she just pat him?

He pulled back to look at her, but her innocent eyes gave nothing away.

"Maybe it was a mistake," he thought, turning his gaze away.

What Draco didn't notice was the flicker of wisdom and experience in her eyes when he wasn't looking.

Draco decided he needed an outlet for his emotions and thought about going outside to farm EXP.

As Draco stepped out of the door, he found Rose, Blum, Ming, Sharon, and Daniel standing in front of his lodge.

"Ahem!" Blum cleared his throat to break the silence. "She said she wanted to meet you." He gestured toward Rose, indicating her intention.

Apart from Rose, none of them believed this was Draco. His character, aura, and hair were different from the Draco they knew. Even though they hadn't seen his face, they were convinced he wasn't the same person.

"Papa, hungry," Lyraea said, her sleepy voice breaking through. Draco looked at the little foodie, who seemed to think only of food after waking up.

Rose was taken aback by this. "Papa?" Her heart sank at the implication that this Draco had found another lover.

However, when she considered Lyraea's age, doubt crept in. "Maybe he isn't Draco," she thought. After all, Draco couldn't have a child as old as three.

As she observed Lyraea, the child giggled, also staring back at her.

Rose found Lyraea's face strangely familiar, but she couldn't recall where she had seen it before.

"I thought your friend said you wanted to see me for something," Draco said, raising an eyebrow to signal his question.

Rose snapped out of her thoughts. "I wanted to thank you for saving my life," she said earnestly.

Draco was surprised by her words. "It seems they didn't erase their memories," he thought.

"I was just repaying the favor you were owed since you saved me when I was down," Draco replied nonchalantly.

Rose nodded, unable to think of anything else to say. She wanted to ask him to remove his mask, but she knew that would come across as rude.

How can I ask this? Rose thought.

"Please, Mr. Draco, may I see your face?"

No, that sounds like I want to stalk him.

"If you don't have anything more to say, I'll take my leave," Draco said. Rose unconsciously nodded, watching as he left the inn.

"You see?" Sharon said, turning to the group. "I told you he's not Draco. Their personalities are different. The Draco we know wouldn't kill like that, he doesn't have a daughter, and his ability is to copy, not to transform into a demon like this guy."

Rose nodded in agreement, wondering if she was imagining things because she missed Draco.

As the group walked back to their own lodgings, which were in the same inn as Draco's, Rose couldn't shake the familiarity of the child's face. Suddenly, something clicked in her mind.

"Isn't that child the carbon copy of the woman who carried Draco away?"

The thought reignited her belief that this man could indeed be Draco.

The others were confused when Rose stopped walking. "You guys go on ahead. I have something to do," she said before running off without waiting for a reply.

She hoped to catch Draco before he left, but when she arrived at the door of the inn and looked at the bustling crowd, he was nowhere to be found.

"I'll ask him when he comes back," she resolved, heading back to her lodge.

If Draco had heard her thoughts, he would have been stunned by her intuition.

Meanwhile, Draco was already outside the Mercenary City. Lyraea, who had been crying for food, had persuaded him to hunt Volkoids to satisfy her love for meat.

Luckily, he wore a mask to hide his appearance, ensuring he wouldn't scare the Volkoids away. He also suppressed his aura to the bare minimum and avoided using his transformation skill.

As he prepared to hunt, Xylara appeared beside him, her cheeks puffed like a child who felt wronged.

Yes, she believed she was wronged.

"What did I say to make Draco angry? Why did he scold me like that?" she muttered.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I was right about Draco and Master being enemies..." Xylara paused abruptly. Draco-Xandros. Isn't that his current name?

Wait... Something else clicked.

She remembered Draco's first ability was Copycat. Wasn't that also Draco's ability? It explained the strong aura of those sex morgans she sensed earlier.

But there was something more. She could feel her master's soul imprint on Draco, which meant he was Xandros' reincarnation. How, then, did he have Draco's talent and bear both their names?

Her memory drifted back to the time when her master had reached godhood. As the closest person to him, since she was born of his essence, she had sensed the residual energy of soul-splitting.

When she had asked her master about it, he'd dismissed it, saying she was imagining things. She had known he didn't want her to uncover the truth.

Now, recalling all of this, her eyes widened in shock.

"Don't tell me..."