I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Mystic Darkness!"

A wave of ominous energy burst forth.

It felt as if the entire world had been swallowed by darkness.

Draco's surroundings turned pitch black, as if night had descended upon reality itself.

And then, in the midst of the abyss—he saw something truly shocking.

There were multiple figures of dark-colored foxes, each with seven dark fox tails. The problem was their sheer number—reaching a hundred in total.

What shocked him was the fact that their aura was not weaker than that of Romans, making him wonder just how overpowered this skill was.

The foxes didn't just stand there—they moved, striking at Draco. But when Draco saw this, he didn't feel fear—only excitement. He moved forward and punched one of the foxes.

To his surprise, his fist passed right through it as if it were an illusion, and at the same time, the abyss around him vanished.

Romans, who saw this, squinted his eyes. "You don't have any fear in you?" he asked in shock.

When Draco heard this, he finally realized the truth. It seemed that Romans had used an illusion skill on him, making it impossible for him to recognize that the foxes weren't real.

And it seemed that if he had felt fear, they would have become real. Draco looked at Romans and couldn't help but feel a bit surprised—Romans had learned this skill from his bloodline.

He had heard about this from Rose—the more tails a tailed fox has, the stronger this technique would be.

Draco grinned at Romans. "It seems your so-called technique was comical. I told you—you are weak."

When Romans heard this, his expression turned even more violent. The fact that Draco kept calling him weak pricked at his heart.

He hated this world to its core. Being called weak… anyone who dared to say that to him—he killed them, eliminating them from existence.

Draco noticed this reaction. The fact that Romans became more violent whenever he mentioned weakness.

He had noticed it the first time he said it, but he wasn't sure. Now, after saying it again and seeing Romans' increasing anger, he smiled.

"Weak? This word pricks your heart, doesn't it?" Draco taunted.

Even though Romans didn't say anything, his expression gave him away as he looked at Draco coldly.

"You will regret ever saying that," Romans said in a chilling voice.

Dark Originat began to flow into his hands, forming a rotating sphere in his palm.

When Draco saw this, he smiled. He could feel the danger from it. He immediately activated his White Tiger Bloodline, and at the same time, a large amount of golden Originat erupted from his body.

Romans rushed forward with the sphere, while Draco formed a golden shield in front of himself.

As the two clashed, Draco and the crowd were stunned—the rotating sphere pierced through the shield, drilling through it.

Realizing this, Draco quickly stepped back, narrowly dodging the sphere as it drilled into the ground, causing cracks to spread everywhere.

The crowd gasped, shocked by the devastating power of the sphere.

"Let's see how long you can defend against this," Romans sneered as he chased after Draco, the sphere still in his hands.

Draco kept moving, dodging repeatedly, but the poor ground bore the brunt of the destruction.

However, Draco soon realized that he couldn't keep dodging forever. He suddenly stopped running.

"White Tiger Roar!"

A kingly tiger's roar erupted from Draco's body.

But Romans wasn't fazed. The sphere struck Draco, sending him flying through the air.

"Did you really think that trick would work on me again?" Romans grinned.

When Draco's figure was revealed, the crowd saw his injuries. The sphere had only pierced the surface of his skin, causing blood to drip.

Romans' eyes narrowed in surprise. He had expected Draco's body to be completely pierced through, yet it had only scratched the surface.

"It seems I underestimated your defense," Romans said coldly. "Let's see if you can defend against this."

His seven tails flickered behind him.

Wind and Dark Originat began to flow toward his hands, forming a dark green rotating sphere. The wind howled, and the few trees still standing shook violently.

Draco felt intense danger from this new sphere. He could tell that Wind Originat and Dark Originat had fused together, forming a terrifyingly powerful attack.

"HAAH!"

Draco released a burst of Golden Originat, his strength surging to a new level.

Romans rushed forward, attacking with the sphere.

Draco gathered his Golden Originat into his claws, which began to glow with intense golden light.

He slashed with his claw toward the rotating sphere. The two attacks collided, causing Romans to stumble backward.

The crowd watched in shock—the two fighters were locked in a stalemate.

Then, just as they continued clashing, something changed.

The air and surroundings suddenly shifted.

A draconic roar echoed across the battlefield, darkening the skies.

Then, a phoenix's cry followed, and a golden light erupted.

Everyone froze in shock.

Draco's eyes widened. His clones had entered their full combat power. He realized he had underestimated Deus and the rest.

Romans was equally stunned. "I never expected your clones would force them to use their law."

Hearing this, Draco's eyes narrowed. He had forgotten something important—law followed intent domain.

It seemed that Deus and the others had already comprehended it.

"Then it seems I have to use mine too," Romans declared.

Suddenly, the sky overturned.

Everything changed.

Darkness and Wind descended, making Romans look like the embodiment of both elements.

Draco's instincts screamed of danger, making him realize just how powerful Law was and why his clones had to use their full power.

ROAR!

Draco didn't just stand there, watching—he roared toward the heavens as his appearance transformed. His figure was replaced by a white tiger with golden stripes. It had golden eyes, but if one looked closely, they would see a pool of blood within them.

The word "King" was stamped on his forehead, shining with golden light. His entire aura shifted, making him the King of Massacre and Order.

Romans stared at Draco as the tails behind him waved in the sky. Then, suddenly, they extended toward Draco.

Draco let out a tiger's roar as he charged toward the incoming tails. As they closed in on him, he narrowly and elegantly dodged them, leaving the crowd in awe at his skill.

Tera, sensing the shift in the battlefield, took a peek at their fight. He was shocked to see that Romans had also released his Law.

Draco was truly a force to be reckoned with. If he won and survived this battle, it was certain that he would become a sovereign of the world.

As Draco dodged the attack, he closed in on Romans, channeling Originat in preparation to unleash his skill.

But as he locked eyes with Romans, he suddenly saw him grin—a grin that made him feel as if he had fallen into a trap.

Before Draco could react, he realized he was already trapped—a cage formed by Romans' tails had closed in on him.

Draco sighed. No wonder dodging the tails felt so easy. If they could move so freely, why hadn't they struck back at him earlier?

"I never expected to fall for your trick," Draco said coldly, while Romans' grin widened.

Then, Draco took a step forward, preparing to break through the cage formed by the tails.

He channeled his Originat into his claws and slashed at the tails, but they were incredibly durable, not easily pierced through.

"Tiger King Rush!"

Tiger King Rush: A skill possessed by the King of the White Tigers. Increases the strength of the Host by 15%, amplified by the "King" aura (20x effect).

A thunderous roar of the Tiger King echoed throughout Cerulean, sending a wave of pressure across the battlefield.

Many students struggled to withstand it. Some even fell to their knees, unable to bear the overwhelming force.

Draco felt the vast surge of power within him. The 20x multiplier was truly insane—his strength had skyrocketed by 300%!

Romans also witnessed this, his eyes widening in astonishment.

What kind of skill had Draco just used to cause such a drastic and terrifying increase in power?

With one powerful slash of his claw, Draco shattered the tails, breaking free from his prison.

His size had increased, making him look like a behemoth. His eyes now glowed golden-red, striking fear into the hearts of men.

The crowd watching this stood in stunned silence. The change in Draco's size, aura, and sheer presence left them speechless.

Even Tera was taken aback by this transformation.

"Now… it's time for round two," Draco said coldly.

A/N: I've been feeling down and sick today, which made it difficult to publish more than one chapter. It's been hard to find inspiration.

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