I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Return to the Academy

“Welcome back, Master,” Adrian greeted Draco as he entered the building.

“Where are Alya and Dr. Shaw? Are they still here?” Draco asked.

“Yes, Master,” Adrian replied.

Draco nodded, then asked where they were staying. Once he found them, he informed them it was time to leave.

There was nothing left for him to do here. He had checked Adrian’s progress and saw that he was improving steadily. Even in just a few days, Draco had experienced a significant journey.

Meeting Jane and saving her and her sister—only to find out that her sister was the Shadow Demon—was one part of it. Advancing to Level 50, the bridge between mortals and true cultivators, was another.

He had also faced tribulations, battling against a thousand creatures of the Origin Dao. Additionally, he began forming his armies, including the Volkoid and Shadow armies.

Draco chuckled as he thought about his journey. On his last visit to the mercenary city, he had also gone through significant experiences: Lyraea’s awakening, meeting Rose, and encountering the memory fragment that revealed clues about his identity.

All of these were events he would never forget.

“Let’s move,” he said with a chuckle. Jane and Clara had decided to follow him. Dr. Shaw, recognizing their talent, agreed and mentioned they might even have a chance to participate in the upcoming competition.

“I hope the Academy Contest marks the beginning of another journey,” Draco muttered as they stepped into the teleportation portal to Calonia.

At Luminari Academy

The elders were relieved to hear that Draco was safe with Dr. Shaw. The news of his actions in the mercenary city also delighted them, reassuring them about his potential for the competition.

But that wasn’t the only great news. They were surprised to learn that none of the first-year students had been eliminated. The academy had to forcibly recall them, as the contest was fast approaching.

“Where is Darling?” Ivy and the other girls asked in confusion, unable to find him. They had missed him terribly, even though it had only been five days since they last saw him. It felt like millions of years.

“He went to the mercenary city,” an elder informed them.

Blum and the others were surprised. Did Draco get eliminated early? Considering his strength, this seemed unlikely.

Those who were aware of Draco’s identity were even more puzzled. The Volkoids in the small world should have been mere experience points for him.

“Elder, did Draco get eliminated early?” Blum finally asked, voicing the question everyone wanted to ask.

The elder smiled bitterly. “No, he left voluntarily, controlling the token to exit. He said the small world was already meaningless to him.”

The elder’s words caused the others to exchange stunned looks.

The academy’s main inheritance—the source of its prestige—was deemed meaningless by a young man.

Blum and the others who had entered the small world were astonished. They shook their heads in disbelief.

“Who’s that? What an arrogant one,” a mocking male voice interjected.

They turned to see a young man with black hair, wearing golden clothes with silver linings and a sun emblem on the back—clearly a third-year cadet’s uniform.

Blum and the others were taken aback by his attire, marking him as an upperclassman.

“It seems the first-year students are becoming too proud, daring to belittle the academy’s inheritance,” the young man sneered.

The elder smiled bitterly. Under normal circumstances, he might have agreed, but he knew of Draco’s unfathomable strength.

When Draco returned from the small world, even the Vice Chancellor had praised him. The elders couldn’t gauge his strength, and they had also heard of his audacious actions in the mercenary city, including killing Night Clan elders.

The young man frowned at the crowd’s silence. He had just returned from the small world and was furious to hear that someone dismissed it as meaningless.

Another group of students appeared. Some wore uniforms like the young man, while others were dressed in purple with golden linings, marking them as second-year cadets.

“What happened, Sam?” one of them asked the young man.

“I heard someone claim the academy’s first small world was too weak for them,” Sam replied with a mocking chuckle.

The newcomers shook their heads in disbelief. Even they, as upperclassmen, wouldn’t dare dismiss the small world’s value. Only the academy’s top-ranked students could make such a statement.

For a first-year to say this? It implied he considered himself above all other students in the academy.

Scoffing, they ridiculed Draco’s perceived arrogance. “Does he think being strong in the academy makes him a genius? He probably won’t even win the competition. If I meet him, I’ll teach him a lesson.”

The girls, along with Blum, Ming, and Sharon, couldn’t tolerate the insults. They shouted back at the seniors, fiercely defending Draco.

The seniors were baffled. They hadn’t expected such beautiful girls to stand up for Draco. Many had planned to pursue the girls themselves, but seeing them defend another man left them seething.

They couldn’t wait to confront Draco and prove to the girls that he wasn’t worth their admiration.

“What’s happening?” A familiar voice rang out.

Everyone, including the elders, turned to see Elder Shaw accompanied by Alya, Draco, Jane, and Clara.

“Darling!” Ivy rushed forward and hugged Draco in joy.

Lyraea and Rose quickly followed, embracing him as well. Draco smiled and hugged them in return.

Clara and Jane watched the scene unfold, their gazes locking on the girls. A strange feeling arose within them—something that felt suspiciously like anger.

The seniors observed this with a mix of disbelief and jealousy. Even without anyone explaining, they immediately realized who Draco was.

“So, you’re the first-year student who claimed the academy’s small world was meaningless to you,” Sam snorted.

Draco was surprised by the remark and looked at Sam, puzzled. He couldn’t understand why this senior seemed so intent on picking a fight with him. But then Draco noticed Sam’s gaze flickering toward the girls, and he understood.

The girls were visibly annoyed. This senior was disturbing their time with Draco.

“Don’t disturb us,” Ivy snapped, her patience wearing thin.

The seniors, already irritated, felt further indignation. Ivy, a teacher with numerous admirers among both students and staff, was publicly defending Draco. And now, six beautiful women, including two newcomers, were clearly close to him. This was unbearable for them.

“Young man, do you plan on hiding behind the ladies?” Sam scoffed, ridiculing Draco. “If you can take a punch from me, I won’t bother you anymore.”

Draco sighed wryly. “Did you say one punch?” he asked.

Sam nodded. “Yes.”

Draco considered this briefly and agreed. It was only one punch, and he knew Sam couldn’t hurt him.

Sam’s eyes narrowed, a smug smile forming on his face as Draco accepted the challenge. The elders watched silently, choosing not to intervene.

“Take my punch!” Sam shouted as he struck, his fist radiating a raging light.

Draco felt the force behind the punch and looked at Sam with a calm expression. He realized this punch could easily defeat any average first-year student.

But to Draco, it was insignificant. With a sigh, he raised his hand and effortlessly caught the punch.

Gasps erupted among the second- and third-year students. Even Sam stood frozen in shock.

Sam tried to pull his hand back but couldn’t budge it. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Draco.

“Let’s stop here. Everyone should prepare for the journey tomorrow,” Elder Shaw said firmly.

Draco released Sam’s hand without hesitation.

Sam looked at Draco with an unwilling expression, but with Elder Shaw’s authority, he had no choice but to back down. Though he remained frustrated, he knew there would be other opportunities to settle the score.

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