I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

The Volkoids' roar sent shivers down everyone's spines. The students turned to see a large bear followed by a golden lion roaring at them.

Each student picked up their heels, running for their lives. These Volkoids were Platinum-Rank Volkoids, and it seemed they were attracted by Draco and Champ's fight.

Even though their levels ranged between 20 and 30, their rank allowed them to fight far above their level, which was why the students fled for their lives.

Draco and Champ, who heard the roar, felt interrupted. They turned their faces toward the Volkoids.

"Shut the fuck up!" they both roared, launching punches toward the two Volkoids.

A sad bellow echoed, making the running crowd stop. They turned back, only to see fist-sized holes in the bodies of both Volkoids. The Volkoids let out a tragic cry before giving up the ghost.

They had never imagined they would meet their demise at the hands of the very "ants" disturbing their peace. Even more, they didn't expect it to be so quick.

"Now that the nuisance has been taken care of, I think we can continue our fight," Champ said.

Draco nodded as they moved, striking each other and continuing their tug-of-war.

The running onlookers who had stopped turned to look at Draco and Champ like they were monsters. They had just eliminated a Level 28 Platinum-Rank Volkoid with a single punch.

Even the elders felt surprised by this sudden display of power. They hadn't expected these two to be hiding so well. If not for today's battle, they wouldn't have known that such geniuses existed in their academy.

Since Draco had just joined the academy, they didn't know much about his strength. But what about Champ, who was already an academy student? He had clearly hidden his strength deeply.

Their fight continued. Draco noticed that Champ's speed had increased, which he expected. When Champ had removed his arm wrist guards, his punching strength had increased. The same went for his legs.

Draco had a hard time keeping up with Champ's attacks. He circulated his Originat into the meridians of his legs, but he still couldn't move as fast as Champ. This was because Champ had already mastered the use of Originat to a good level.

They both moved so fast that the onlookers could only see flashes of light. The energy shockwaves from their battle destroyed numerous trees and caused minor damage to the ground, forcing the onlookers to distance themselves even further. They watched this epic battle from afar.

The clash went on for a few minutes, and it was already clear that Draco was being suppressed.

However, this didn't dampen the onlookers' spirits. This moment felt familiar to them.

Whenever one of them was suppressed, the other would suddenly counterattack, regaining the upper hand. This back-and-forth had been going on for about five hours.

To the onlookers — especially the students — it seemed like they were just wasting time. But to the elders and the Vice Chancellor, it was clear that both of them were prodigies.

To be able to force out more of their potential during a battle was proof that they were talented geniuses.

"I know you're a genius," Champ said, shaking his head. "Feeling proud, huh? So I get it — me looting you is kind of a disgrace to you. But did you really have to drag it out to this point?"

When Draco heard his words, he chuckled inwardly. Only Draco knew that it wasn't the threat of being looted that made him fight Champ for this long. It was because he had sensed hidden strength within Champ — strength far beyond what he had initially expected.

"No matter what, you brought this downfall upon yourself," Champ said, his words confusing Draco. He could see great confidence in Champ's eyes.

Suddenly, Draco's body screamed with warning signals. His instincts and every fiber of his being were telling him to run for his life.

Champ's fist began to shine with a golden light.

The elders, second-year students, third-year students, Vice Chancellor, and teachers all stood up in shock.

"Intent Realm!" some shouted.

"Impossible!" others said, unable to believe their eyes.

The Intent Realm was a cultivation realm of its own — the true beginning of cultivation. It was the gateway and the key to Origin Law. To access the full power of an ability, one must cultivate the law that corresponds to that ability.

For example, if an Origin Cultivator had an E-Rank ability like Fire Punch, and he/she cultivated the Fire Origin Law, the power of their ability would become overwhelming because of the law.

Accessing the intent of an Origin Law required a minimum of Level 50. Only defiant geniuses could access it at Level 35 before officially reaching Level 50.

But here they were, witnessing a Level 20 Origin Cultivator using it with ease.

"The younger generation sure surpasses the older ones," one of the elders said, calming down and taking a deep breath as he sat back down.

Unlike the others, Alya didn't look surprised. As a former god, she knew some secrets. The Intent Realm wasn't shocking to her.

Draco, who saw the shining fist, knew the kind of pressure he was facing. He suppressed the fear his body was transmitting to his mind.

"With my fist, I reign Overlord," Champ muttered, his fist glowing with golden light.

In the minds of the onlookers in the forest, they saw a fist as large as a planet, destroying universes with a single strike. Fear overcame their hearts, urging them to kneel.

Some couldn't take it and knelt, while others tried their best to resist. There were also a few people who remained unaffected.

Draco also saw it, but he didn't feel anything. He knew the identity of his past life, and this pressure felt like child's play.

But something didn't agree with that.

ROAR! CHIRP! ROAR!

Draco's blood boiled hot. He heard the roar of a dragon, the cry of a phoenix, and the fury of a demon. His bloodlines sensed it as a challenge.

If not for the system that sealed his bloodline skills, he would have transformed into any one of them.

Champ struck, muttering, "Overlord Fist!"

Draco felt the door of death opening, waiting for him to enter. His raging bloodline tried to defend him, attempting to activate his bloodline skills, but to no avail.

Suddenly, Draco felt his abilities, Dragon Power and Phoenix Power, circulating toward his right and left hands, respectively. He was stunned.

Since he was able to circulate Viper Power, he had tried circulating his other abilities before, but it was impossible. His meridians would ache, feeling as if they were about to burst whenever he attempted it.

It seemed the shadow cast by Champ's fist had angered the bloodlines, causing them to circulate on their own.

"Are they conscious?" Draco wondered, but he found no answer.

He quickly suppressed the thought because Champ's fist was already near.

Circulating Dragon Power to his right hand and Phoenix Power to his left, he crossed his arms in front of him like a shield.

Draco felt something crash into him — as if a planet had struck him. His mind spun as he was sent flying.

The elders and everyone who understood "Intent" shook their heads as Draco was sent flying.

This was expected. Draco should even be proud to have forced Champ to reveal this level of power.

These were their thoughts.

Draco crashed into the ground, creating a large dent. He was shocked to find that he couldn't feel his arms as he did before.

A mysterious energy had severed his connection to his arms.

Draco was horrified and curious at the same time. "What kind of energy is this?" he wondered.

"Uh, what happened? Your Originat is so low," a voice echoed. Draco turned to see Xylara's figure.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"Check your panel," Xylara said, rolling her eyes.

Draco heeded her words and checked his status panel.

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**STATUS:**

**Host Name:** Draco Xandros

**Race:** Human [25%], Dragon [25%], Phoenix [25%], Demon [25%]

**Level:** 30

**EXP:** 7

,660/ 22,000,000

**Class:** Plunderer, Dragonborn, Demon Lord, Phoenixborn

**Talent:** Plunder, ????? Dragon Power, ????? Phoenix Power

**Skills:** Plunder, Dragon Power, Phoenix Power, Appraisal

**Physique:** None

**Affinity (Energy/Element):** Fire, Earth, Water, Wood, Wind, Sword, Archer, Spear, Lightning, Draconic, Demonic, Phoenix, Dark...

**HP:** 20,000 / 20,000 ( 5,620/10,000)

**MP:** 20,000 / 20,000 (2,025/10,000)

**STR:** 1,200 (600)

**AGI:** 1,180 (590)n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

**INT:** 1,140 (570)

**DEX:** 1,160 (580)

**STA:** 1,200 (600)

**DEF:** 1,300 (650)

**Luck:** 16

**Stats Points:** 0

**SP:** 0

**PP:** 23,302,200

**Inventory:** Bronze Sword, Weapon of Plunder, Hand Gear...

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His expression turned grim when he saw his HP and MP. They were both flashing red.

He now understood how strong Champ's attack was. If not for his strong HP, he might have been seriously injured or even dead.

"Did the Fist God's Heir beat you up like this?" Xylara taunted, not missing the chance to ridicule Draco.

This was the first time Draco had been injured by someone from his generation. Explore more at empire

He should now understand that he shouldn't be so proud — and that stats aren't everything.

"No wonder," Xylara said, glancing at Champ, who was still standing.

Her words made Draco twitch. She was becoming more annoying by the second.

"The guy has learned fist intent, that's why," Xylara muttered, shocked.

"What is that?" Draco asked. He had never heard of it before.

Xylara explained it briefly to Draco, telling him what "intent" was.

Draco's face paled after hearing the explanation.

"How am I supposed to beat Champ now? Should I run or use my spells?" he thought.

"You never use your Plundering Eye," Xylara scoffed.

"And what can that do?" Draco retorted.

"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.

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