I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Chapter 100 Horror of Massacre Intent

From the words of the Vice Chancellor, Deus could see they intended to protect Draco. As the leaders of the academy, their decisions were final. Also, if they kept the situation quiet, how would the students even find out?

"It's not the V.C's fault. He's just trying to protect the reputation of the academy. No one wants to anger a main clan like the Night Clan," Old Yamato chuckled.

"Yes, but if word gets out that the academy gave up one of their students, we would lose all credibility," Elder Serpit added.

"Don't worry. The Head of the Night Clan is easygoing; he'll understand the circumstances we're in," Old Yamato said with a sly smile.

Their words made Deus twitch in anger. Though they seemed to be praising him, he could sense the ridicule in their tone. As he walked past Draco and Alya, he snorted, letting his pressure descend upon them. Yet nothing happened. No sweat, no pain—they even smiled at him.

Furious, Deus stormed out of the hall.

After he left, all the elders turned their gazes toward Draco, silently demanding an explanation.

"I'll leave the academy so as not to drag it into this, senior," Draco said, bowing slightly. He had prepared for this outcome but hadn't anticipated the academy's resolute stance against handing him over to Deus.

The pressure in the room suddenly increased, as though focused entirely on Draco. "Who said you could leave?" Tera said deeply, his expression cold.

Did I misjudge them? Were they just pretending and planning to hand me over to the Night Clan? Draco wondered, startled by the Vice Chancellor's sudden shift in demeanor.

Alya, too, was confused by the unexpected change. As the two mulled over the situation, the Vice Chancellor and the elders suddenly burst into laughter.

"Do you think the academy is scared of them? Just stay here and focus on leveling up. Don't forget—you're one of the participants in the academy contest," Tera chuckled. His words eased the tension, calming Draco and Alya.

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"I never thought the young master of a main clan would stoop so low. I've heard rumors about him, but I never thought they were true," Old Yamato snorted, and the elders murmured in agreement.

There had long been rumors about Casper forcing himself on women he found beautiful, but the Night Clan had suppressed and erased the stories, preventing them from spreading throughout Calonia—leaving only whispers.

"As I said, don't worry. We'll protect you—but only from those at our level. If a younger generation member from the Night Clan challenges or fights you, we won't interfere," Tera stated firmly.

Draco wasn't surprised by this declaration. He hadn't expected any protection to begin with. Still, it was a relief—it would save him some trouble and keep his trump card hidden.

If not for the system halving my strength, I wouldn't even care about this. I'd teach the Night Clan a lesson they wouldn't forget. While I might not be able to eliminate the entire clan, I'd ensure they regretted making an enemy of me, Draco thought, a glint of determination in his eyes.

With the academy contest set to conclude in two months, Draco knew that would be the right time to retaliate. For now, survival was his priority.

"You've comprehended the Massacre Intent, haven't you?" Tera's question snapped Draco out of his thoughts, leaving him shocked. How did the Vice Chancellor know about this? The elders and Alya also stared at him in surprise—he had comprehended yet another intent.

During the academy competition, they had seen Draco wield four different intents, all of which he had seemingly learned from his opponents. This made them speculate that his awakened ability enhanced his comprehension skills—but to what extent, they didn't know.

Even though they had suspected something extraordinary about Draco, the fact that he had now comprehended a major intent, another intent, left them in awe.

"And from the looks of it, it's at the second level," Tera continued, sending another wave of shock through Draco and the elders.

"As expected of Master," Alya giggled internally.

"How did you know?" Draco found himself asking, unable to hide his surprise and shock.

Tera chuckled, seeing Draco's stunned expression. "I can see a red dot, and from its size, I guessed it was Level 2," he said with a faint smile.

"So, you figured it out from the size of the red dot on my forehead?" Draco asked, still in disbelief.

"Yes. The larger the size of that red dot, the higher the rank of the Massacre Intent. However, the larger it gets, the more it influences you. If you aren't strong-willed, it could turn you into a puppet," Tera said grimly, his words sending shivers down the spines of Draco and the elders.

This was exactly what Xylara had warned Draco about. Cultivating the Massacre Intent clearly wasn't without its dangers. The elders were visibly shaken by this revelation. Their expressions turned aghast as they recalled stories of others who had walked this dangerous path.

The Massacre Intent wasn't unique to Draco—many before him had cultivated it. Unfortunately, their stories always ended in tragedy: massacring entire cities, killing their own loved ones, or falling into endless regret. Only a few managed to resist its influence, and even they disappeared from Cerulean, their fates unknown.

"Wait, V.C., why can't we see the red dot?" Old Yamato asked.

"Only those with strong cultivation or special abilities can see it," Tera explained. The elders relaxed slightly upon hearing this. However, Draco was taken aback—it seemed the Vice Chancellor's cultivation level was far beyond what he had imagined.

"I also had a friend who cultivated the Massacre Intent," Tera continued, a hint of sadness passing through his sharp eyes. "But alas, he fell."

Draco's expression turned pale at this revelation. It seemed comprehending the Massacre Intent was nothing short of a curse. "Since you know about it, does that mean you know a way to solve this?" Draco asked hesitantly.

Tera sighed at the question before turning to Draco. "Why do you kill?" he asked.

The question hit Draco like a missile. He was baffled, unsure how to answer, and found himself slipping into deep thought.

"Why do I kill? Is it for pleasure? Do I kill recklessly? Or is it something else...?" He racked his brain for answers, but none of them felt true to his spirit or path.

The elders and Alya were equally stunned by the question. It sounded simple, but the answer would determine one's foundation and Origin Dao Path.

"Don't stress yourself," Tera said kindly. "Take your time to think about it. When you find your answer, this will resolve itself." Tera chuckled, dismissing the heavy topic for now.

Draco felt a glimmer of appreciation for the Vice Chancellor. At least now he had a direction, rather than wandering aimlessly in search of solutions.

Realizing there was nothing more to discuss, Draco addressed the room. "If you'll excuse us, we'll take our leave." He cupped his fists in respect before turning toward the door with Alya.

"Oh, yes, before I forget..." Tera's voice made them stop in their tracks. Draco and Alya turned back, confused about why he had stopped them.