I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"Well, young man," the opponent said, "it's surprising that someone this young in our world has managed to become so strong. And yet… it turns out you're filth."

His expression darkened.

"Let me show you the vast difference between our cultivation, power, and strength."

The next thing everyone felt was a vast and domineering aura descending upon them. It was as if a god had arrived. Most of the crowd collapsed to their knees, their bodies trembling, unable to withstand the sheer strength of the aura.

The entire Cerulean felt it—like a sacred being had descended into the world. The earth hummed, the skies quivered, and it was as if the world itself was singing praises, welcoming a god.

"So, it turns out he's a Demigod." Adrian smirked, his gaze fixed on the young man.

"Well, it seems Master is in big trouble," Alya said, scrutinizing the young man. "He's very close to the ascension of godhood."

"Master is finally releasing his full strength. Looks like that young man is in deep trouble." A female disciple grinned, glancing at Draco.

As for Draco himself, while the rest of Cerulean was overwhelmed by the aura—he felt nothing.

The only thing he sensed was the dangerous aura emanating from the young man.

The young man, however, was shocked when he saw Draco staring him straight in the eyes.

Does my pressure have no effect on him? he wondered.

He increased the intensity of his Demigod Aura—but alas, nothing changed. Draco remained unfazed.

As for the crowd, they were bearing the full brunt of the oppressive aura. Those who had been standing could no longer do so. Only a handful remained on their feet, held up by sheer willpower.

Tera was among them, struggling to keep himself from falling.

The young man noticed and was taken aback.

"It seems some in this world still have potential."

Then his gaze shifted to the Seat of Demons—where the figures seated there remained completely unbothered.

The young man's surprise deepened as he assessed them.

And then—suddenly—he saw it.

A Primordial Ancestral Vampire sat upon a throne made of blood, controlling rivers of crimson as it drank from them. Its aura was boundless, a presence no being dared to defy.

A Succubus, seated upon a dark throne, loomed over countless men and women who crawled at her feet—desperate to touch even the tips of her toes. To them, a single touch from her was worth more than a thousand years of cultivation. Her aura was supreme and inviolable.

An Unknown Shadow sat upon a throne forged from darkness itself. Behind it, millions of shadowy soldiers stood silently, their presence a nightmare given form. It was the ruler of shadows and night, its terror immeasurable.

A Werewolf stood atop a hill-sized corpse, its eyes filled with pure carnage, taking pleasure in the destruction it left behind. It devoured everything in its path—a being that instilled fear into the very core of existence. A true apex predator.

When the young man sensed their presence, cold sweat ran down his back.

His eyes widened in shock.

"Demon Gods..." he muttered.

From his reaction, it was clear he recognized the aura and visions emanating from them.

And it terrified him.

But then, he quickly masked his fear, pretending not to know anything as he refocused on his battle with Draco.

Demons are meant to be exterminated.

They are the source of destruction and harbingers of the apocalypse.

He didn't know the true extent of the Demon Gods' strength—but he knew one thing.

If they were as strong as he suspected… he might die here.

He had to leave.

Get backup.

If he made the wrong move, he would be poking a hornet's nest.

His eyes returned to Draco.

He raised his hands.

It was time to exterminate this insect.

Multiple Heavenly Arrows materialized in the sky—covering all of Cerulean, their razor-sharp tips aimed directly at Draco.

Draco felt a chill crawl down his spine as he gazed at the arrows ready to rain upon him.

He wasted no time.

Summoning his full power, he felt a strange energy interwoven with the arrows—a power beyond laws and the natural order—something defying reality itself.

A Draconic roar thundered across the battlefield.

A Phoenix's cry followed.

A Demonic echo resounded.

And finally—

A Tiger's roar shattered the heavens.

Their colossal figures loomed behind Draco, their presence overwhelming.

Draco unsheathed the OmniForge Breaker, while in his other hand, he gripped a massive hammer.

But he didn't stop there.

He formed his own arrow—though it wasn't as massive or numerous as the young man's.

Then—his clones appeared beside him, standing firm against the storm of arrows filling the sky.

The young man finally commanded his attack.

The arrows surged forward.

The moment they moved, it felt as if doomsday had arrived.

The sky—

Was blotted out.

Millions.

Billions.

The crowd could no longer count them.

The end was coming.

Draco saw the arrows rushing toward him. He raised the Weapon of Plunder high and shouted, "Fiery Slash!"

With all his might, he slashed—unleashing a three-colored flaming phoenix slash from his sword.

The image of the three-colored phoenix behind Draco fused with the attack.

It took the form of a massive, blazing phoenix, soaring forward to obliterate the incoming arrows.

However—

Despite its immense power, the arrows were simply too many.

They overwhelmed the phoenix and completely annihilated it.

But Draco didn't stop there.

He immediately raised his hand.

"Meteor Descent!"

Countless meteors began to rain down from the sky—aimed directly at the young man.

Draco knew he couldn't just sit back and defend.

He had to counterattack.

The young man, seeing this, merely snorted.

With a simple flick of his finger, a small beam of light was generated.

It shot forward—straight toward the incoming meteors.

In an instant—

The beam pierced through them like paper, causing them to explode into countless fragments.

Debris rained down everywhere.

Draco's eyes widened in shock.

The sheer ease with which the young man had obliterated his attack was beyond anything he expected.

And that moment of distraction—

Was all it took.

One of the arrows slipped through and streaked toward him.

Forcing him to refocus on the arrow barrage, Draco swiftly resumed his defense, slashing at the onslaught of projectiles.

The crowd, witnessing this, was stunned.

They had just watched the young man effortlessly destroy meteors capable of wiping out an entire city—as if they were nothing.