Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

The moment Ere's voice cut through the panic—sharp and commanding—it snapped them all into motion. "Put him in the bed!" The little black cat didn't sound cute anymore. She sounded ancient. Powerful. Terrifying. Your journey continues with My Virtual Library Empire

Tessa was the first to react, her body moving before her mind could catch up.

She reached for Parker, her hands trembling as they brushed against his burning skin. God, he felt like fire. But she couldn't think about that. She couldn't think about how his sweater was charred to his back, or how his breath came out in ragged, shallow gasps like each second was a battle for survival. No. She had to move. She had to help.

"Elena, Naomi—help me. Now!" Tessa's voice cracked, raw with panic, but her hands were steady. Mature. She was used to pressure—hell, she thrived under it—but this wasn't some corporate deal or a stupid fight.

This was Parker, her Parker.

Naomi, eyes wide with pure horror, scrambled over, her hands shaking as she helped lift Parker's legs. "Jesus fucking Christ—what the hell is happening to him right now?" Her voice broke, the fear bleeding through every word.

"I don't know it's you who knows what happened there for now, just—just move!" Elena's voice was sharp, like she was trying to slice through the chaos with sheer willpower, but the fear in her eyes said it all. She didn't understand what the hell was going on. None of them did.

They dragged Parker up the grand staircase, every step echoing through the mansion like a countdown to something worse. His screams were quiet now. His back left a trail of smoke, that sick, burnt flesh smell filling the air, thick and wrong.

Tessa's heart was breaking, and she hated how helpless she felt. She was supposed to be strong. His woman, damn it. But seeing him like this? Torn apart, vulnerable, burning from the inside out—it made her feel like a scared little girl again.

They reached the master bedroom and laid him down, the massive bed swallowing his trembling body. The sheets, soft and cold, did nothing to soothe the raw agony twisting his face. Tessa hovered over him, biting down the scream clawing at her throat.

She watched as Parker's body went still, the tension bleeding out like a snapped wire. His breath evened out—barely—but the damage was done. His back was still seared, the burns angry and raw, steam rising from the wreckage of flesh and magic colliding.

Naomi stood frozen, her lips parted like she wanted to say something but couldn't. "He's not… human, Ere's not a usual cat either." she finally whispered, voice hollow with disbelief.

"No shit, genius," Elena muttered, voice cracking from exhaustion and fear.

Tessa didn't respond. She couldn't. All she could do was grip Parker's hand, her thumb brushing over his knuckles, her own heart breaking with every shallow breath he took.

"You better come back from this," she thought, swallowing down the fear that maybe… just maybe… this time... "No, come back to me, mmm? Alright Parker?" And she cried, a scared teenager she was. In his absence.

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The Nexus Omni Realm wasn't some grand stage of glory now—it was chaos. Beautiful, terrifying chaos. The sky bled with shades of deep indigo and violent gold, stars dripping like molten glass across the endless void. The forest loomed in the distance, an infinite stretch of cosmic trees with branches clawing at the edges of the universe itself. And there, right on the edge of it all, Parker's body lay sprawled across a bed of rash glass—shards that looked like they could cut through reality itself, but somehow felt soft beneath him.

His body spasmed like he was being electrocuted straight from hell itself. Every nerve in him was screaming, muscles tightening so hard it felt like his bones were gonna snap from the pressure.

Then—[Ding!>

Host is forcefully awakening…!]

The system's voice drilled into his skull, cold and mechanical, but Parker didn't give a damn. That voice might as well have been whispering sweet nothings for all the good it did.

The real agony? That was deeper than any system notification. The vampire's attack had ripped him apart—sure. But this? This wasn't some external pain. This was coming from inside, like his soul was getting dragged through shards of broken glass, screaming with every shred of power clawing its way out from beneath his skin.

And then it hit.

[Ding! Host is ascending into Ethereal Ascension!]

The words didn't even register before the power slammed into him like a goddamn freight train.

It wasn't gentle. It didn't glow or hum with peace or clarity like some cheesy fantasy. Nah—this was violent, primal, real. The Omni energy of the Nexus rushed toward him in thick, tangible waves. It didn't just fill him—it tore through him like a hurricane made of pure, undiluted power. His body seized as the energy slammed into every cell, every muscle fiber, every crack in his soul!

[Ding! Host is now in Ethereal Level (Tier 3). Stats have increased!]

Holy—fuck.

It wasn't just a stat boost. No, this was evolution, raw and vicious. Parker felt it—really felt it—as the boundaries of what he thought was possible shattered.

His muscles on his physical body outside, burned, not from exhaustion but from growth, ripping through their own limits. His bones felt like they were breaking and reforging all at once. His heart thundered so loud it echoed through the Realm itself, matching the pulse of the universe around him.

This wasn't just a level-up. This was shedding his old self—like ripping off skin that had been holding him back his entire life. The energy didn't ask for permission. It demanded he rise to meet it. And as the power flooded through him, Parker realized something terrifying—this wasn't even close to his limit.

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The Ethereal Tier.

This was where things got real. This wasn't some casual "Congrats, you're stronger now!" moment. At this level, beings didn't just get stronger—they resonated with higher dimensions. The universe itself started to notice you. You had to choose a path—your destiny—or risk being swallowed by the sheer weight of your own power. For most people, it was a journey of discovery, of spiritual enlightenment.

But Parker?

He wasn't ascending under normal circumstances.

The existence didn't wait for him to choose a destiny. It forced itself into him, demanding more, more, more. And if that wasn't enough, there was something else—something dark and beyond ancient and existence itself—waking up inside him. A part of him that didn't feel human at all.

Because Parker wasn't just anybody. He was a Nyxilith.

And as the Realm roared around him, as the Omni energy swallowed him whole, one horrifying thought clawed its way through the chaos:

What the hell happens when a Nyxilith ascends beyond the limits of reality itself?