I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Chapter 106 Battle With HellFire Crow

A blonde-haired young man stood in a swampy area, next to the lifeless body of a crocodile-like Volkoid. This was Blum.

His luck wasn't the worst, but it was still bad enough. He had fallen right into the mouth of the crocodile-like Volkoid. It had taken immense effort to escape its stomach and finally kill it.

"Such a disgusting smell. It makes me want to puke," Blum muttered, recalling the foul stench of the creature's insides.

Surveying his surroundings, he realized he was in a swamp. Worse still, he was now surrounded by a swarm of crocodile Volkoids.

"As expected of my bad luck," he chuckled, though a battle-hardened intent blazed in his eyes.

"HOW DARE YOU!!!"

The sudden, thunderous voice startled him. It resounded like an echo from the ages, infinite and overwhelming.

"Who dares provoke him?" Thundero appeared, recognizing the voice immediately. It was the Plunderer's voice.

In another place, Daniel stood frozen, having heard the same voice. Leo appeared beside him, visibly shocked.

Elsewhere, Sharon stood still, her face pale with surprise.

In yet another location, Slyph turned her head sharply, searching for the source of the voice.

Everyone—both humans and Volkoids—was captivated by the mysterious voice. They tried to trace its origin, but it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.

The sheer power behind the words left them all in awe and confusion. What kind of powerful existence could emit such commanding words, hiding its source so completely?

At the site of the incident:

The Hellfire Crow trembled, her enormous body quaking. Even the young crow looked on in terror. It wasn't Draco that frightened them, but what loomed behind him.

An unknown man sat upon a throne, though he had now risen, shouting those words. The force of his voice alone caused the Hellfire Crow's body to crack and bleed, her strength visibly draining.

Though the Hellfire Crow couldn't see the man's eyes, she could feel his gaze piercing through her.

Lyraea and Ivy calmed slightly, their shock and fear still palpable. Moments ago, they had watched helplessly as Draco was nearly turned into a slave. Their beloved's near subjugation gnawed at their hearts, making them acutely aware of their own weakness.

Lyraea, a former goddess, felt the sting most sharply. Her cultivation, now restarted from the beginning, made her realize how far she had fallen.

Suddenly, a voice resounded in their minds:

[You have awakened the Phoenix System.]

[You have awakened the Dragon System.]

Both women were momentarily stunned by the announcement, but they suppressed their reactions, focusing on Draco's immediate danger.

Hmph!

The unknown man snorted and disappeared.

Ding!

[A foreign power attempting to subdue the Host has been detected. What insolence.]

[Mission issued.]

[Teach the Hellfire Crow a lesson and make her your subordinate.]

Note: You must defeat the Hellfire Crow within five hours.

Host stats will be restored until the Crow is defeated, and all limitations temporarily removed.

Reward: Unknown.

Penalty: Reduction of level to zero.

Draco stared in shock at the mysterious figure that had appeared behind him. He recognized the voice. It was Xandros, the presence from his past life. It seemed that necessary safeguards had been placed on him, as the foreign seal trying to subdue him had been obliterated.

As expected of my past life! Draco thought with a faint smirk.

Then the system notification arrived, shocking him further. As Xandros's presence faded, Draco felt an incredible shift.

It was as though a missing piece of himself had been restored. Power surged through his body, and his bloodlines, which had been suppressed before, now roared to life. They rejoiced in their newfound freedom, ready to fight.

The Hellfire Crow, still reeling from the mysterious figure's departure, remained cautious. Fear lingered in her heart as she glanced at Draco. She contemplated retreat, but with her child so close to Draco, she hesitated. She couldn't afford to lose her offspring.

Draco, feeling the return of his full strength, stretched his body. His movements were fluid as he adjusted to the profound energy coursing through him.

"I never thought that because of you, I'd have the chance to use my full strength," he said, his voice steady and resolute.

The Hellfire Crow flinched. She could sense the dangerous aura radiating from him. His full strength? Does that mean his power had been sealed before? Was that mysterious figure responsible for the seal? she thought, alarmed.

Draco's eyes gleamed coldly as he fixed his gaze on the massive Volkoid.

"I hope you're ready to fight, because this is going to be a hellish ride," he said, his tone carrying a chilling finality.

"Draconic Transformation!" Draco roared.

Silvery dragon scales rapidly covered his entire body, including his face and hair. His red eyes transformed into piercing silver dragon eyes, and silver dragon horns sprouted from his head. His nails sharpened into claws, and a dragon tail extended from his back.

His appearance became more menacing yet strikingly handsome. However, the Black Crow had no time to ponder this. She could feel the overwhelming noble aura emanating from Draco.

It was stronger than hers—a god-tier bloodline. She could sense it was a peak god-tier bloodline, leaving her shocked and forcing her expression to grow serious.

Draco smiled, relishing the feeling of his bloodline cores once again. The excitement of his bloodline surged through his veins. He activated the Draconic Core, his resounding scream reverberating through the area, startling everyone.

Both Lyraea and Ivy felt their hearts skip a beat before calming down. They were familiar with this process, having experienced it themselves. The Black Crow, too, recognized it.

Lyraea smiled faintly as she sensed the connection between her bloodline and Draco's. She could feel her own bloodline within him, but it had evolved into a distinct bloodline of its own, meaning she could no longer subdue him as a Dragon Ancestor. This realization filled her with pride.

Suddenly, Draco's back began to burn, emitting a radiant silver light.

"Aaaaaaaaaargh!"

The pain was intense, far beyond what Draco had expected. His body was undergoing a profound transformation—he was growing wings.

Slowly but surely, they emerged from his back. Draco took a deep breath as the process neared completion. Standing proudly behind him were two magnificent silvery-white bat-like wings, each spanning 35 feet.

The knowledge of controlling his wings was instinctively engraved in his mind, allowing him to move them effortlessly. With a single powerful flap, he soared into the sky. Within moments, he was hovering confidently, eye level with the Black Crow.

"Let's fight," Draco declared coldly.

With another swift flap, he vanished, reappearing directly in front of the Black Crow. He threw a punch without hesitation.

The Black Crow snorted, retaliating with her claws. To her surprise, her strike had no effect on Draco. Their attacks clashed, resulting in a stalemate. Neither suffered damage, but the surrounding environment wasn't so lucky—trees were uprooted, shattered, and destroyed in the wake of their clash.

CAW!

The Black Crow screeched in rage. With a mighty flap of her wings, she lunged at Draco. Her pride as a descendant of a god-level Volkoid burned fiercely.

Though the mysterious figure earlier was terrifying, her ancestor was also a being of immense power. Furthermore, she realized the figure was only an image, not the real presence. If needed, she could summon the image of her own ancestor.

What gave this young human the audacity to challenge her? Her fury swelled—she needed to remind him of his place.

Draco also surged forward, and the air crackled with tension as flashes of their movements streaked across the battlefield. Trees were obliterated, and shockwaves rippled outward, drawing attention from far away.

BOOM! BOOM!

The Black Crow grew increasingly alarmed. Each time she enhanced the power of her physical attacks, Draco adapted, matching her strength blow for blow. It felt as though her strikes were unlocking his hidden potential.

And she was right. Draco was still learning to wield his new power, but with every increase in the Black Crow's strength, his body adjusted, growing stronger and more precise.

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"Surely a descendant of a god-level Volkoid can do more than this," Draco taunted, his voice dripping with icy confidence. "Show me your true strength."