I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"Young man, if you kill him, be prepared to face my wrath and death."

When Draco heard this voice, the mausoleum of killing intent reappeared behind him, so large that it covered the entire arena.

Draco's hair and eyes had turned a bloody red.

Ming, Blum, Astron, and Fian, who were present, felt suffocated. It was as if their lives were hanging by a thread. Fear flashed through their eyes as they sensed the overwhelming aura.

The pressure was too strong, and they couldn't understand why there was such a sudden change in Draco. It felt as if he was ready to massacre everyone present.

Even the crowd felt stifled, especially the weaker ones. They were confused by Draco's drastic transformation, and as they saw the massive mausoleum of killing intent looming over them, they shivered in shock. It was simply too massive.

Those watching online were equally baffled. The sheer size of the mausoleum indicated that Draco had killed over a million beings.

They all looked at Draco as if he were a demon. How could a human possess such an intense and massive materialized killing intent?

As for the vice chancellors of the academies, they were stunned. They had never imagined Draco could harbor such a terrifying presence. Even Tera was shocked.

Though he knew Draco had found his own meaning in this and was no longer controlled by his killing intent, Draco's current expression and demeanor suggested otherwise. It seemed as if he was being consumed by it.

All of them flew out, hovering in the air, ready for any unforeseen circumstances.

As for Draco, this voice was all too familiar to him—one he could never forget. It was etched into his brain, mind, and heart.

It was one of the voices he had heard during the slaughter at the orphanage. He would never forget those three voices.

"Father..." Draco heard Damien's weak voice. He looked surprised for a moment—before suddenly bursting into wild laughter.

Romans and the entire crowd were stunned. Why was Draco laughing like that? It was the laugh of a madman, someone ready to destroy the world along with himself.

Draco knew exactly why he was laughing. Now, the pieces had fallen into place, and the complete picture had become clear.

Even though he hadn't fully regained his memories, he had a strong idea of why his talent had been extracted and how the Everett Clan's young master had come to possess it.

He remembered that Blum and the others had told him he had gone to Rose's birthday party, and Rose had mentioned that they became lovers from that moment.

He also recalled them saying that Rose's father had called him away, and after he returned, he seemed different—angry and jealous.

Draco chuckled at this realization. Now he understood why. He knew the deep hatred he harbored for those three voices, and he had promised himself that he would kill them with his own hands.

His former self must have recognized Damien's father's voice and felt intense killing intent toward him. He now guessed that Damien's father had traced him back, leading to his talent being extracted, as it was deemed a useful ability that his body possessed.

But one thing they never expected was that Draco would still be alive—and this strong. Matters of the soul were absolute; no one should have survived this.

As for how Draco had kept Damien alive, he attributed it to his Soul Attack Skill. He had managed to cut away a part of Damien's soul without affecting him too much, then proceeded to plunder his Clone Ability.

Draco turned his gaze toward their so-called father. He was a young man who appeared to be in his thirties, bearing a striking resemblance to Damien.

Draco wasn't surprised by how young their father looked. Such things no longer shocked him.

"Oh? What did you say? I didn't hear you well." Draco grinned.

Loud murmurs filled the crowd. They were shocked by Draco's audacity to say this to the head of the Everett Clan—even if he was only an acting one.

The elders of the Everett Clan were enraged by this.

"Young man, how dare you speak that way to our clan head?"

"Do you think that with your measly strength, you are unstoppable and can disrespect a dignified main clan head?"

The Everett Clan elders spoke in anger, looking at Draco with killing intent. They couldn't wait to drag him out of the arena, force him to kneel before their head, and then kill him.

"I thought he was the acting head of the clan," Draco said thoughtfully. "Are you all going against the very foundation of your own clan?"

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this. Even though Romans didn't say anything, the anger radiating from him was palpable, his aura making some people shiver.

Some in the crowd felt delighted by this—they wanted Draco to fall out with Romans so that Romans could eliminate him from this world.

"Young man, I will say this again. Leave my son, or prepare to face the consequences," Romans said in a deep voice.

"Consequences?" Draco chuckled. "Your son lost to me. I can do whatever I want with him as long as he doesn't admit defeat. You should be begging me to release him."

Draco's words sent another wave of shock through the participants and the crowd. What was wrong with him? How could he say something like that?

As for the girls, they were confused and worried, especially Rose, who knew more about her father than Draco did. She was deeply concerned.

Romans' expression sent chills down everyone's spine. They could feel his anger.

But then, suddenly, everything changed. His rage disappeared like ripples fading on a calm ocean, and he smiled at Draco.

With a bow and clasped hands, he said, "Young man, I beg you not to kill my son."

Everyone was shocked. A dignified head of a main clan had actually done this. They all sighed, assuming it was because Romans loved Damien deeply.

But what they didn't know was that Romans hadn't done this out of love. He knew his son possessed the Copy and Clone ability, and he wasn't willing to lose it.

Even though Damien was on the brink of life and death, that was still better than him being dead.

If Romans saw that he couldn't save his son while he was in a coma, he would simply extract the ability back.

But if Damien died, he wouldn't be able to do any of that—and it would ruin many of his plans.

More than that, there was no way he would allow Draco to continue living. Not just because of this incident, but because Draco had interfered with someone else's plan.

The crowd understood this as well. There was no way Draco would survive for long. Within a week, they would likely hear of his death.

Romans would never let this humiliation stand.

Damien knew this too. "What a cunning person," he thought.

Draco then smiled, watching Romans bow with clasped hands.

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"Well, that's nice," he said. "But sorry—your apology isn't accepted."

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A/N: Finally reached 200 chapters of this novel!

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