I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Chapter 147 Subduing the Celestial Wolf

A small silvery-white dragon, its scales bearing stars on each, with eyes resembling the starry sky.

"Why am I so small?" a young male voice came from the dragon, which was just three feet long.

This was Draco, testing his full dragon transformation.

The dragon moved, and a blazing fire emerged from his body as he transformed into a human, then into a three-colored bird—the king of fire.

The bird, like the dragon, was small. Draco moved again, his body transforming into a small tiger with the word "King" imprinted on its head.

Draco transformed once more, this time into a human-like form with black-red skin, black-red eyes, and black-red horns.

Finally, Draco returned to his normal human form. "Xylara, why am I so small in my Volkoid bloodline? Only the demon bloodline makes me look mature."

"You are still a child according to your bloodline, even in your demon bloodline," Xylara replied, making Draco pout. He was still considered a child? He looked at himself once more—he had all the physical traits of a grown man.

"Hmph, you can't compare it to your human form. At this age, Volkoids and demons are still considered children in their families due to their long lifespans, which are vastly different from humans," Xylara explained.

"Then what about Anna? Even though she looks like a three-year-old, I'm sure her appearance matches her age," Draco argued.

Xylara giggled. "Who told you she's three years old? I'm sure that young girl you're looking at is older than you—around twenty years old."

When Draco heard this, he didn't believe it. Anna was older than him? Xylara noticed his doubt and added, "You can ask her mother, and she'll confirm it for you," she chuckled.

Draco nodded, planning to ask Elsa when she returned to the academy. The four overlords and Anna hadn't followed him as he had ordered them to mingle with the academy, which he believed would be beneficial for them.

Draco tested his new and old skills. Their power and strength were greater than before. He ventured deep into the forest, planning to challenge a Rank 70 Volkoid, but it wasn't easy.

"Master, instead of killing the Volkoids, why don't you subdue them for your use?" Xylara suggested, sparking Draco's interest.

Thinking about his past life's enemies, he decided it would be better to gather a large number of experts. Even the demon realm hadn't been able to prevail against the enemies.

The battle between the demon domain and the other god domains had shown that the enemies feared a united front, which could foil their plans.

AHOOO!

As Draco contemplated this, he heard a powerful wolf howl. He decided to begin his plan of gathering experts, starting with this wolf—if it was strong enough.

He followed the direction of the howl and came upon two wolf packs fighting one another. Or rather, one pack had emerged victorious and was now the leader of the other.

Draco observed the alpha of the winning pack and was surprised to see a crescent moon imprint on its forehead.

"A Celestial Wolf," Xylara's shocked voice echoed in his mind.

"What's so special about the Celestial Wolf?" Draco asked, baffled.

"One of the Peak Volkoid Kings," Xylara explained. "These wolves symbolize auspiciousness and are incredibly rare. They possess immense fighting power. During my time, there were no Celestial Wolves—or perhaps there were, but we weren't aware of them. Master, you're truly fortunate to encounter one, especially on this continent," she said, sounding emotional.

"It seems we have to subdue it," Draco chuckled, taking in Xylara's explanation.

He focused his gaze on the wolf, locking eyes with it.

Suddenly, Draco was startled as the wolf's gaze shifted toward him, snarling in his direction.

The wolf continued to snarl, and the wolf pack moved to surround Draco's location. The Celestial Wolf had not seen Draco's figure clearly, as he was hidden by shrubs and grasses, but it could sense a human presence.

Volkoids hated humans—a hatred passed down through generations. As for the incident in the small world, where the White Tiger helped Draco, it was only because they had witnessed Draco's overwhelming strength when he killed Elsa, the strongest among them.

They didn't understand how he had revived her, subdued her, and made her his pet. This realization sent shivers through them, as Draco's massacre intent was terrifying. If he ran wild, even the strongest Volkoids wouldn't survive his onslaught.

The lesson was clear: survival was paramount. With survival, endless possibilities remained.

Draco chuckled when he realized he had been discovered. He stepped out of the bushes, his features now fully exposed. The wolf pack snarled, poised to pounce.

However, the Celestial Wolf froze, its eyes wide with shock. "Why the hell did I meet this human again?"

It vividly remembered who Draco was. Back when Draco began his conquest of solo leveling, it had been part of the first group to witness Draco's immense power.

The Celestial Wolf had been among the Volkoids that sought a mysterious, strong figure to discipline Draco, only to flee in fear after witnessing his might.

"Things might not be the same as before. My strength has increased; I'm not the same as I was back then," the wolf thought, its gaze fixed on Draco.

"Attack!" the Celestial Wolf roared in its language.

Draco smiled, entertained by the challenge. He thought of subduing this Volkoid as part of his growing army.

ROAR!

A thunderous tiger roar echoed, shaking the entire wolf pack. A majestic white tiger with black stripes replaced Draco's position. Its forehead bore the word "King."

The wolf pack stared at Draco's tiger form, sensing the noble bloodline emanating from him, a bloodline that suppressed them instinctively.

"I'll use you all to test my strength," Draco said with a grin, noting that many in the pack were Level 50 Volkoids.

"Don't be so proud, Tiger," one of the wolves growled.

Draco was briefly surprised before recalling that Volkoids could speak upon reaching Level 50, depending on their bloodline. Those with ordinary bloodlines needed great perseverance to gain speech at Level 50. However, those with higher bloodlines, like Anna, could speak much earlier.

Draco grinned, an unusual expression for his white tiger form. The wolf pack charged at him, attacking in unison.

"White Tiger Claw," Draco muttered. His claws gleamed sharper than swords, and with a single swipe, the entire wolf pack fell to the ground.

The wolves stared at Draco in disbelief. There were more than a hundred of them, yet he had defeated them all with a single strike.

The Celestial Wolf's eyes widened in shock before its expression turned bitter. It could see that Draco's strength far surpassed its own, judging by the sheer power of his strike.

Draco chuckled at the wolf's reaction. He had fought thousands of creatures and mastered how to tackle large groups attacking him simultaneously.

This was nothing.

"SUBMIT OR DIE," Draco roared at the Celestial Wolf.

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The Celestial Wolf lowered itself, bowing with its head to the ground in submission. The rest of the wolf pack followed suit, kneeling with their heads bowed.

AHOOO!

ROAR!

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