I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Chapter 143 Descent of Tribulation: One Man against Thousand (1)

The sound of thunder crackling and lightning striking shocked the entire Cerulean as its inhabitants turned their gaze toward where Draco was undergoing his tribulation.

Most people weren't sure what was happening. Thinking it was the birth of a peak-defying treasure, they began planning to seize a piece of it. Until...

A deep red cloud spread across the sky, covering more than half of Cerulean. It crackled with red thunder, and every being in the region felt chills run down their spines.

"This is a tribulation!" someone cried out as the realization spread.

Everyone stared at the location where the thunder was concentrated, wondering who was undergoing such a terrifying trial.

No one dared to approach. Entering the range of the tribulation could mean certain death, as survival would be unlikely for anyone unable to withstand its force.

The clans stirred with interest. A tribulation of this magnitude, spreading over half of Cerulean, was proof of the individual's extraordinary strength. If they survived, they would be worth recruiting into their clan.

"World-Annihilating Lightning!" Xylara exclaimed, causing Draco's hair to stand on end as an ominous aura engulfed him.

"What's that?" Draco asked, his voice filled with panic as he watched the clouds thicken and spread further. The aura they emanated was more powerful than the nine previous tribulations combined.

"A lightning tribulation capable of killing even deities," Xylara said solemnly. Draco shivered, dread coursing through him.

A lightning tribulation that could kill gods—how could a mortal like him hope to survive? He would be erased from existence.

"Didn't you say there were only nine tribulations?" Draco asked helplessly.

Xylara sighed. "That's what I thought. I've never heard of a tenth tribulation occurring when crossing into level fifty."

"I wish you success, Master," she added softly, falling silent after her words.

Draco's gaze turned serious as he stared at the brewing storm above him. His determination hardened. This was the final tribulation; if he could overcome it, he would reach level fifty.

He readied himself as the clouds continued to gather, growing darker and denser. Thirty minutes passed, and they were still brewing. A sense of foreboding crept over him.

CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

"Did I just hear two cracks of thunder?" Draco muttered, his voice trembling.

Looking up, he shivered in shock. The clouds were indeed preparing to unleash two bolts of thunder.

Xylara, watching silently, was speechless. It was as if the heavens themselves sought to annihilate Draco.

Draco realized this too. But why? What had he done to warrant such a violent response from the heavens?

BOOM! SWOOSH!

The two bolts of thunder struck Draco's body with immense force, tearing into him.

As the thunder surged through him, Draco felt terror and horror—the very emotions he usually inflicted on others. Now, he experienced them firsthand.

His body began breaking down. He tried to suppress the thunder that was annihilating his life force, but it was in vain.

Powerless before the attack, Draco felt a deep hatred for this overwhelming helplessness.

Starting from his legs, his flesh disintegrated into tiny pieces, leaving only his bones to resist the onslaught.

Even the Weapon of Plunder was useless against this attack. It was as if he were defenseless, exposed to the unstoppable force of the thunder, which raged like a maddened bull.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

Draco screamed, pure terror and fear filling his eyes. The thunder had transformed into fire, burning his soul. The pain of having one's soul consumed by flames was indescribable.

The tribulation was destroying him—his life force and his very soul. Draco looked at the storming clouds above and sighed deeply. His gaze hardened with determination.

Since every path led to a dead end, why not make the heavens suffer in return?

"PLUNDER!" Draco roared, his body a gruesome mix of half-skeleton, half-flesh, as he began to plunder the thunder within him. He activated his Plunder Power with all his strength and spirit.

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His bloodline ignited. With an enraged roar and a piercing chirp, the Phoenix bloodline surged forth, battling the thunder with three-colored flames that matched the annihilating thunder fire blow for blow.

The Dragon Bloodline and Demon Bloodline also activated their transformations, joined by the others:

A silver dragon, its eyes like starry skies, embodying the foundation of the universe.

A three-colored phoenix, burning both darkness and light.

A black-red demon, its eyes radiating sovereignty and kingship.

A white tiger, the king of massacre, with a "king" symbol etched on its forehead.

A vampire, the progenitor of his kind, emanating the pure essence of blood.

An incubus, the embodiment of lust and charm, whose very glance inspired infatuation.

His shadow, separating from him, emanating a powerful, oppressive strength.

These shadows and manifestations fought alongside Draco, helping him refine the World-Annihilating Thunder and Fire. He felt his bones and flesh reforging, growing stronger and more resilient.

Draco's strength surged, renewed and amplified as he plundered the thunder and fire, claiming them for himself.

Draco heaved a sigh of relief, believing the ordeal to be over. His tribulation should be ending—or so he thought.

CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

The sound of thunder crackling multiple times shocked Draco.

The tribulation wasn't over.

Draco's anger and indignation flared. How could he possibly survive another wave of thunder? It was only through luck and everything he had that he survived the last tribulation.

What Draco didn't know was that the entire outside world was in a state of shock. The tribulation cloud had spread across all of Cerulean. There wasn't a single creature that hadn't noticed. The sun was completely obscured, casting everything into darkness. The only sound was the relentless crackle of thunder.

"Is doomsday arriving?"

Humans, Volkoids, and all other races watched in awe and terror. Who could have triggered such a catastrophic tribulation?

This wasn't a tribulation. It was annihilation. Everyone could feel the heavens' intent to erase this person from existence.

"I wonder who caused such a tribulation. If they survive, they'll surely become a top figure in the universe," many murmured.

The strongest among them attempted to peer into the storm to identify the person undergoing this trial. But they saw nothing. Some even suffered backlash for trying.

They turned their gazes back to the storm, marveling at the fact that the individual facing this tribulation could not be ordinary.

Meanwhile, Draco, the perpetrator and victim of this event, stood pale and shocked.

The terror exuded by the thundercloud suffocated him, draining the color from his face.

But what happened next froze him in place, body and mind, with sheer horror.

Beings began rushing out of the cloud like raindrops, their numbers quickly climbing into the thousands.

"Sh*t! Xylara, what the hell is happening?" Draco cried out in despair. Each of these beings was as strong as he was. How was he supposed to kill thousands of them?

This was a dead end—certain death. Draco glared at the tribulation with fury, realizing it was determined to erase him completely.

"I think your true strength has been sensed," Xylara said grimly.

"What do you mean? F*ck! How did this happen?" Draco cursed. Facing even ten of these beings would be uncertain; now, thousands of them? Chills ran down his spine as he imagined the fight.

Xylara sighed. "I believe the heavens derived your true strength through the shadows of your techniques and your Plunder Power."

She paused before adding grimly, "It seems you'll need to use your full strength, or you'll die."

Draco's gaze turned resolute. "Then let's do it."

His voice was firm, his determination unwavering. In his eyes, the heavens were no longer just his trial—they were his enemy.