I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

Draco continued channeling all his power into the sword. The blade pulsed with intense light, and then he brought the sword in front of him, holding it in a straight position. It was then that the sword started rotating.

ROAR!

CHIRP!

GROWL!

CAW!

SNARL!

As the sword spun, the roars and cries of his bloodlines echoed through the battlefield, their images appearing around him. The sword completed a full 360-degree rotation before returning to its original position.

But what stood behind Draco was pure horror and terror. The Starry Sky Dragon, the Three-Colored Phoenix, the White Tiger, the Black-Red Demon, and the Destroyer Crow—all their spectral images loomed behind him, so lifelike they seemed as if they had returned to existence.

Behind the Starry Sky Dragon, the images of the Fire Dragon and the Earth Dragon materialized. Behind the Black-Red Demon, the figures of the Vampire Demon, the Lust Demon, the Werewolf Demon, the Shadow Demon, and the Undead Demon emerged.

Once more, these spectral beings cried out before being absorbed into the sword. The blade now radiated an intense, almost blinding light.

The crowd watching this spectacle was left in stunned silence. No one had expected such a vast number of manifestations. They shivered, fear creeping into their hearts as they looked at Draco with newfound dread.

Vincent, too, was taken aback by what he witnessed. His expression turned serious as he realized the gravity of the situation.

HAAAAAH!

Draco roared with all his might and raised the sword high above his head. Then, in a single, decisive motion, he slashed downward, unleashing a curved Sword Slash aimed straight at Vincent.

A brilliant light erupted, blinding everyone momentarily. Those watching from below held their breath in suspense, while those on the battlefield swiftly retreated, overwhelmed by the sheer terror emanating from Draco's attack.

The moment the attack was unleashed, space itself shattered. The slash cut through the fabric of reality, annihilating, destroying, and devouring everything in its path.

It clashed with Vincent, who had been prepared for the attack. But even so, he had underestimated its sheer power.

Draco took a deep breath, steadying himself as he watched the attack consume Vincent. There was no way he could have survived that.

Silence reigned for a few moments as Draco stared at the place of impact. Surely, Vincent couldn't have had a trump card to escape this fate.

Minutes passed, but there was no sign of him. Seeing this, Draco finally began to relax.

The Seat of Demons, seeing Draco's apparent victory, quickly moved to intervene.

"You're full of surprises."

A cold sensation suddenly rushed through Draco's body. His eyes widened as he felt something piercing through his heart.

Draco turned his head, and his breath hitched at the sight—Vincent stood behind him, his sword lodged deep into Draco's chest.

"I figured I should tell you," Vincent whispered, his voice chilling, "this is the real Heavenly Sword—not just a skill."

The battlefield fell into complete silence. Everyone froze in shock as they processed what had just happened.

Vincent had pierced through Draco's body.

And that realization sent chills down their spines.

As for the Seat of Demons, they were shocked by this, fear creeping into their hearts—the fear of their master dying. The girls were already trembling from the overwhelming despair.

Draco's horror didn't stop there. He realized that his wound wasn't healing. But that wasn't even the worst part—every second, 1,000 of his HP was being chipped away.

Vincent, noticing Draco's shocked expression, laughed. "Oh, you must be surprised that your wound isn't healing."

"Well, that's my Origin Dao. I never thought someone like you would force me to reveal it. You should feel proud for making me do so. Oh, and it's two levels above law in terms of realm." Vincent smiled.

When Draco heard this, he looked at the young man with fear—yes, for the first time, Draco felt fear.

Vincent's smile widened as he saw the fear in Draco's eyes. "You know, I envy and resent your talent and luck. You're battling against me, someone who has cultivated for thousands of years, while you… I don't think you've even cultivated for five years, right?"

"Honestly, I would've invited you to join my organization if it weren't for that forbidden ability of yours." Vincent pulled out the sword, exposing Draco's wound.

Draco felt his body begin to free-fall. He looked up, realizing he had underestimated Vincent. How could he compare to someone who had cultivated for thousands of years?

For the first time since awakening the system, he had tasted defeat—even after using every skill and power he had.

"So this is what defeat feels like," Draco muttered with a bitter smile as he gazed at the sky while falling.

Before he hit the ground, he felt himself land on something soft. Looking up, he saw Rose's face. She had caught him.

When he saw her tear-streaked face, a pang of sadness struck him.

"See how your breasts have grown," Draco grinned weakly, realizing that his head had landed directly on them. They were almost on par with Lyraea's in terms of softness and cushion.

The others arrived, their expressions full of grief. They were already crying.

The Seat of Demons quickly moved to heal Draco, but their strength was nothing compared to Vincent's overwhelming power. No matter what they did, they couldn't heal his injuries.

Realizing this, their hearts shattered as they cried out his name.

The crowd watched in stunned silence, unable to believe it. Draco had lost. He had given everything in his battle against Vincent. Some were saddened, while others rejoiced at the sight of Draco's impending death.

Vincent simply watched the scene with a sigh.

Draco felt the power of Vincent's Dao ravaging his body, destroying him from within. His bloodline resisted, but it was too weak—it was being destroyed along with him. He had never felt a force as powerful as this before.

The Spirits, Xylara, and the rest appeared, their faces streaked with tears. Everyone was crying, their hearts breaking as they desperately tried everything to save him—but nothing worked. Draco's life was slipping away.

"What's wrong with all of you? It's just a nap. Don't worry, I'll wake up," Draco said with a bloody smile.

But seeing him like this only made them cry harder.

Draco turned his gaze to the sky. His only regret was not taking care of the girls, betraying the hope that Xandros and the others had placed in him, and never seeing the peak of the world with them.

He had only just begun his journey. And now, it was already time to go.

Scenes of his childhood flashed through his mind, from his earliest memories to this very moment.

"Take care of yourselves, all of you. Don't worry… I'll wake up soon," Draco said, forcing one last smile.

Then, his eyes lost their color. His breath faded.

His body grew cold.

"Aaaaaaargh!!!!!!!"

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