I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"THE LAST SELECTION BEGINS NOW!"

The two roulette wheels in the air began to spin. One stopped at No. 36, while the other stopped at No. 99. Two figures among the 100 participants began to glow and disappeared from the arena.

A large screen unfolded in the arena, displaying the two figures. One was an average-looking black-haired man, and the other was a handsome, silver-haired young man.

"I never thought we wouldn't use the arena. But this place is better — one can release their full strength freely," Draco said, surveying his surroundings. It was a vast, desert-like area with no end in sight.

"Why is it him?" the black-haired man cried out in despair. He never expected his luck to be this bad. He had been one of the onlookers during Draco and Champs' battle and knew he had no chance against either of them.

The crowd in the arena watched the two figures with eager anticipation, unable to wait for the battle to unfold.

A robotic voice began the countdown.

"3..."

"2..."

"1..."

Draco's eyes locked onto his opponent, his battle intent surging.

"Begin!"

"I admit defeat!" the black-haired man shouted, instantly dousing the crowd's excitement — and even Draco's. Their bodies glowed, and both of them reappeared in the arena.

Draco reappeared among the participants, while the black-haired man appeared outside the arena, joining the group of eliminated competitors.

The crowd looked at him with mixed reactions.

"You didn't even try to attack him or probe his strength, yet you gave up," some thought, disappointed.

Others, however, sympathized. Only those who had witnessed Draco and Champs' battle knew why the man surrendered so quickly.

A table chart screen appeared with 50 rectangular boxes. In the first box, "Contestant No. 99" was recorded, marking him as one of the Top 50. The 98 remaining participants eyed the chart, understanding that if they won their match, their name would be recorded as one of the Top 50 as well.

"You sure had it easy," a soft giggle sounded from beside Draco. He turned to his right and saw Rose smiling at him.

"I heard you fought someone for a long time. I hope you aren't hurt," she said with concern, her soft gaze making Draco's heart feel warm.

"I'm fine," Draco chuckled, and Rose nodded, relieved, with a gentle smile.

Suddenly, Draco felt an intense gaze on him. He turned around and spotted a silver-haired young lady with icy phoenix-like eyes, burning with jealousy. She stood beside Alya, her eyes fixed solely on him.

Draco felt confused, trying to recall what could have caused her to have such a look. Her figure seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

Ivy's eyes had been on Draco from the moment he reappeared in the arena. When she saw Rose beside him, jealousy surged in her heart. That girl was the one taking care of my darling, she thought. Yet, even after my darling was kidnapped, she's still by his side, and he still accepts her?

Her heart felt heavy with sadness as she wondered if Draco had forgotten her or simply didn't want her around anymore.

When Draco noticed her gaze and looked her way, she smiled. But when his gaze met hers, all she saw was confusion. It was as if he didn't recognize her, and her heart ached in response.

Draco turned his gaze away from Ivy, his eyes settling on Adrianna, who was walking in his direction.

"I never thought you'd participate in the competition. It surprised me!" Draco said with a chuckle.

"I have to train and make sure I don't fall behind you. Besides, Adrian asked me to protect you," Adrianna replied with a smile.

Ivy's eyes burned with jealousy once again when she saw Adrianna smiling with Draco. Her heart couldn't take it. Alya noticed Ivy's expression and shook her head in exasperation. This is getting out of hand. She's far too attached to him, Alya thought.

Meanwhile, the battles continued. Blum and the other participants had their matches, winning easily. Their opponents were no match for them.

The crowd watching the matches grew moody. The fights were dull and ended too quickly. Most battles were decided within ten strikes, making them lackluster compared to Draco and Champs' battle.

"How can all these matches be so boring?" the crowd lamented in their hearts.

The elders, on the other hand, watched the matches with neutral expressions, not as affected by the lack of excitement.

Lyraea, however, smiled brightly as she watched the arena, her eyes locked on one person in particular — her papa, Draco.

The Top 50 had emerged, but this wasn't the end. The battle was still ongoing, and none of the participants let their guard down.

The two roulettes changed, now displaying only the Top 50 participants. The wheels began to spin, eventually stopping at Contestant No. 99 and Contestant No. 5.

"Go, Papa!"

"Go, Darling!"

Draco heard the two voices as he disappeared. He recognized one of them, but who was the other? He began to wonder.

Alya shook her head, glancing at the two people near her, who were currently at loggerheads.

"Stop acting like a child. You're an adult, not a kid like her," Alya said helplessly.

"Hmph!" Ivy snorted. "Anyone who goes after my darling is not a kid."

Her words left Alya speechless, and she gave up on trying to convince her.

Draco examined his opponent, hoping he wouldn't disappoint him. He wanted a real fight.

"3, 2, 1... Begin!"

"I admit defeat!" his opponent cried out.

Draco was left helpless, hearing those words. The crowd was just as speechless. It was a direct win to the Top 25 — no effort, no wasted strength, and no use of Originat.

Why is it always like this? Draco cursed the system in his mind. If only it hadn't told me to fight for the first position, things wouldn't be this way.

"Don't curse the system," Xylara's voice echoed in his mind. "We didn't tell you to fight that Fist guy. You had the option to run, but you didn't take it." She snorted.

Draco whistled, hearing her words. She was right, but how could he admit defeat without giving it his all? His pride wouldn't allow it.

Draco reappeared in the arena, his contestant number now displayed among the Top 25. Lyraea and Ivy looked proud. One thought, That's my Papa! while the other thought, That's my darling!

The next contestants were called, and the selection continued.

Rose was called next. Her opponent was tricky, but she still managed to finish him off.

Then it was Ming's turn. Draco was surprised — Ming's victory came with a single strike.

Adrianna, Champs, Daniel, and Blum all won their battles as well. Draco had expected this outcome. He knew their strength, especially Champs, whose opponent also gave up the moment the battle started.

One contestant, in particular, caught Draco's attention — a participant named Slyph. Draco could feel his raging strength. With one sword strike, Slyph won his match. But what stood out the most was his demeanor. He was silent, his eyes focused solely on his sword.

"Now that we've reached the Top 25, the selection will continue tomorrow," Blue announced.

The remaining participants felt relieved. They had been fighting for over three days straight. Even though they were Originat Cultivators, their bodies still needed rest. None of them had reached Level 50 yet, so fatigue was inevitable.

As the participants began to leave, Slyph approached Draco.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"If we meet, I will defeat you," Slyph said before walking away.

Draco chuckled, watching him leave the arena.

He also headed toward Alya's direction. Rose, Adrianna, Blum, Champs, and the rest followed him. Champs, being Draco's subordinate, followed closely behind.

"Papa!" Lyraea ran toward Draco, arms wide open, hoping he would carry her. Draco obliged, lifting her into his arms.

"Papa, you were awesome!" she said with a bright smile.

Her words filled Draco with warmth, though he found himself wondering why it made him so happy. Discover stories with empire

"Darling..." a sad voice echoed nearby.

Draco turned and saw Ivy looking at him with teary eyes. He was confused by her tone and the familiar feeling that tugged at his heart.

He could sense Ivy's deep attachment to him, which baffled him even more. Where have I seen her before? he wondered.

Rose looked at Ivy in shock. *How does she know he's Draco?* she wondered. *Even I took a while to figure it out, and I was still doubting it. So how did she recognize him so easily?* Rose fell deep in thought.

Champs, on the other hand, was observing the family reunion. He noticed the striking resemblance between Lyraea and Draco, which left him confused about how Draco had a child like her. His gaze then shifted to Ivy, and he couldn't help but notice the strong attachment she seemed to have for him.

"Darling, have you forgotten about me?" Ivy pouted, her face filled with sadness.

Draco stared at her, taking in her expression.

Suddenly, something clicked. A hidden memory began to resurface in his mind…