Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 62 Willing Accomplice

He walked over and sank into the couch beside her, his arm sliding around her without a second thought. She leaned into him, and the weight of her head against his shoulder sent a warmth through his chest.

"What are you watching?" he asked, his lips brushing her temple in a fleeting kiss.

"News." She gestured toward the TV, the screen flickering with images of heroes and chaos. "Looks like you and your crazy race are still trending."

"You mean our crazy race...?"

"Uh-huh!" She nodded with a sweet smirk.

Parker chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "Of course it is. The internet loves drama."

Her laughter was soft, almost musical. "And here we are, cuddling like two saints while the world's trying to figure out who the hell the new hero and the drivers are."

The screen cut to a new segment—Another piece had been released, flashing across the news. The police had officially dubbed the new hero Chione, now known to the public as the Ice Goddess as she called herself.

Parker leaned back on the couch, a knowing smile tugging at his lips as he watched the footage.

The black-haired teen with Herculean strength in Canada, the Ice Goddess, and the third teen with the unmistakable vibe of Perseus, Captain Sun—they were all over the media, their faces still shrouded in mystery. But Parker knew better. He knew exactly who they were.

"The Olympian Champions," he murmured under his breath, his thoughts spinning. Chione, Hercules, Perseus—each of them tied to mythologies that spanned centuries. They were from the same but different stories, different generations, yet here they were, standing as united figures under the rule of the Olympian Gods.

And the gods... What was their agenda in all of this? What game were they playing, bringing these legendary names back into the world as active forces?

Parker's gaze lingered on the screen, his mind restless. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. If Chione, Hercules, and Perseus were involved, what other players were waiting in the wings?

"I just had to go and wipe the floor with them," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. If these Champions were anything like their mythological counterparts, grudges would come as naturally as breathing.

But despite the weight of his thoughts, a spark of exhilaration lit his chest. This was the kind of chaos Parker thrived on. And if the Olympian Champions were just the start, he couldn't wait to see what—or who—came next.

"But who are these people and why are they just appearing now?" Tessa wondered aloud, little did she know the man beside her could answer these questions, at least what he knew.

Parker was quiet for a moment, his gaze fixed on the screen but his mind elsewhere.

Finally, he sighed, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. He glanced at Tessa, her curious eyes meeting his, and decided—she deserved to know.

He told her about the divines, the gods, and the Olympian champions. Not everything, of course—his own secrets stayed buried—but enough to paint a picture of what he had pieced together.

"I figured it out myself," he admitted, his voice low. "You've seen them, felt their presence. It's real, Tessa. The gods, their champions...they're not just myths. They're not just random superpowered kids. They're something... more. Champions of the gods. Olympians... Just them for now."

Tessa had seen these figures herself, had even experienced an encounter with them. She wasn't blind to the strange and otherworldly. If anyone could handle the truth, it was her.

Tessa's brows furrowed, but there wasn't a trace of disbelief in her eyes. "The gods?" she asked softly, her voice careful, as though testing the word on her tongue.

He needed someone to share the weight of it all, someone who could listen without judgment. And Tessa, with her steady presence and quiet understanding.

Parker nodded. "Yeah. Real gods. Surprised?" She nodded.

Her own memories of the encounter she had—the strange power, the unshakable presence of something greater—seemed to click into place.

"I didn't know how to say it before," Parker admitted, leaning back against the couch. "But you've seen them. Felt it. It's real, Tessa. The gods are real, and they're making moves... I guess, maybe playing with us mortals?"

Tessa's gaze softened, and she reached out, her hand brushing his. "And we just happened to wipe the floor with their champions?" she teased, trying to ease the tension.

Parker let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah. Let's hope they're not the grudge-holding type."

For now, it was enough. She didn't push for more, didn't question the gaps in his story. She simply stayed close, her presence a silent reassurance that.

Continue your saga on empire

Parker's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Well, well. Looks like the gods are upping their PR game."

"So you think that is...?" Tessa asked, glancing up at him.

"Chione? Definitely," Parker replied, his fingers absentmindedly brushing through her hair. "And if I had to guess, the teen who stopped the train is Hercules is up in Canada flexing up his strength and that other guy—probably Perseus—he's here's our Captain Sun now here in America. It's like an Olympian reunion tour."

"Why now, though?" she murmured, her voice thoughtful.

"That's the million-dollar question." He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering. "Different generations, different myths, and yet, here they are. Same banner, same gods. Makes you wonder what the big picture is."

Tessa sighed, snuggling closer. "You know, sometimes I hate how much you think about some stuff."

"Yeah, well, someone's gotta," he teased, tilting her chin up for a kiss. Their lips met, slow and lingering, the world outside fading into static.

Tessa stared at him for a moment, her expression shifting from curiosity to something deeper. A warmth spread through her chest as she realized what this meant. He trusted her enough to share something so monumental, something he could have kept to himself.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. She leaned in closer, her hand resting on his cheek. "Thank you for trusting me with this. I know it's not easy, but it means... a lot. Really."

Parker didn't say anything, just cupped her face and kissed her, slow and tender. It was his way of saying he didn't need words to show her how much he appreciated her understanding.

'You're my willing accomplice, honey.' he thought.

When they pulled apart, Tessa smiled, her eyes lingering on his. "So," she said, her tone light, "what's next? Do we start praying or something?"

Parker smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Not exactly. But if you see lightning bolts, run."

Tessa laughed, leaning into him as the weight of the moment melted into something warmer, something that felt like them.

"So," she said, her tone lighter now, "what's the plan? Dinner, movie, or gym?"

"Gym first," Parker said, already pulling her up with him. "Then maybe dinner. Or ice cream. We'll figure it out."

"On your go," she said with a grin, grabbing her bag.

"Now you're speaking my language." Another crazy night of many unexpecteds awaited to hit them.