I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Academy Contest Begins (1)

AUGUST 10, 3225. ROYAL ACADEMY.

The day of the academic contest had arrived, and everyone was still wondering about the method the contest would follow. All the academic contestants headed toward the location where the competition would take place—in the arena of the academy.

Thus, everyone attending or participating converged there. Draco, or Simeon as the Luminari Academy knew him, along with the teachers and students, arrived at the arena.

The arena was larger than a football field, and its striking golden color made it both peculiar and opulent, showcasing its immense value. As Draco entered, he was surprised by the grandeur of the arena. The Royal Academy had shown courtesy, even though they were known to be arrogant and proud.

They entered the arena field and went to their assigned seats. Draco surveyed the crowd, assessing everyone present. He could feel the intense, raging energy radiating from the young contestants. There were more than twenty academies, possibly over fifty. As for the exact number of participating academies, Draco didn’t know.

As usual, the girls sat down beside him, claiming their territory. This made the single seniors, both male and female, burn with jealousy. The elders watched this with amused smiles. One thing they could all agree on was that Draco had monstrous luck with the ladies.

In less than an hour, all the academies had gathered, and the contest was close to starting.

A group of young men approached the students of Luminari Academy. Draco and his peers raised their eyebrows, wondering what kind of academy these students represented.

When they observed their attire—or more specifically, their academy uniforms—they immediately identified them. The students wore golden clothing with silver embroidery and had an emblem of a crown on their uniforms.

This was the uniform of the Royal Academy, which they had come to recognize as the host of the contest.

“That’s him, young master,” one of the young men pointed at Draco.

The young man in the lead looked at Draco coldly. When he noticed the beautiful girls sitting beside him, his jealousy spiked.

“So, you are the one who pressed Damien’s head to the ground,” the young man growled.

“Yes, and what does that have to do with you?” Draco replied without pretense. Since these students were from the Royal Academy and had asked about Damien, it was clear they were here to back him up or to cause trouble. With that in mind, Draco saw no need to feign politeness.

The young man grew angry at Draco’s dismissive attitude but managed to calm himself. “I wonder what gave you the confidence to kill Damien. And if you can, do you think you can escape the wrath of the Everett Clan?” the young man snorted.

“I don’t think that concerns you. If the Everett Clan dares to trouble me, I’ll make them regret it,” Draco said with domineering confidence.

Everyone who heard this was shocked by his words. Even the students and elders of Luminari Academy raised their eyebrows in disbelief.

What a bold claim! Did Draco truly think the Everett Clan was so easy to deal with? They were one of the main clans, direct descendants of the Four Heroes.

Did he believe no one had ever tried to challenge them before? Yet, the Everett Clan still stood strong, maintaining their dominant position.

The crowd shook their heads at Draco’s naivety. Did he think it was so easy to bring down a main clan? Even the Luminari Academy couldn’t make such a claim with full confidence.

What a bold claim indeed!

Only the girls believed that Draco could do this, especially Alya and Clara. They knew about their master’s past-life identity. Cerulean could be destroyed with just a wave of his hand, let alone a main clan.

Dr. Shaw also believed in Draco’s capability. The last time he went with his granddaughter Alya to protect Draco, he was astonished to discover that a group of powerful, unknown beings were actually Draco’s subordinates.

Such a force was still growing and not to be underestimated. Once fully matured, Cerulean would fall under Draco’s control. Draco had to reassure Dr. Shaw that he wouldn’t use his power to harm the people or jeopardize the Luymunari Academy. Alya had also vouched for Draco, which calmed Dr. Shaw and convinced him to keep Draco’s secret.

The young man was taken aback by Draco’s bold claim of eliminating the Everett Clan and teaching them a lesson. The young men behind him were equally surprised.

Suddenly, they burst into laughter. “What a big dream you have,” the young man said between fits of laughter. The students of Luminari Academy felt Draco had embarrassed them. How could he make such claims?

Draco simply shook his head at their underestimation. He thought it was better to stay silent and let them witness his power.

He knew that after the competition, he would regain his full strength. He was confident he would take first place, ensuring no decline in his abilities. A mere main clan wouldn’t be a problem. Even if he couldn’t exterminate them, he would make them shed tears of blood, regretting ever making an enemy out of him.

Adrian’s subordinates were ready: his Volkoid Army, his Shadow Army, and Draco himself—a one-man army. The Everett Clan would regret crossing him. This was the foundation of Draco’s bold claim, but alas…

“I’m expecting that. My name is Fian Flynn (Night). I hope you’ll maintain your confidence and boldness when I slash that neck of yours,” Fian said with killing intent.

When Draco heard his name, his expression turned cold. The Night Clan truly wanted to hasten their downfall.

“Same to you. I hope you keep this arrogance,” Draco replied with a cold chuckle. Fian snorted and left with his group of young men.

Since the Royal Academy was the host of this competition, they were responsible for refereeing the contest. A strong Originat Cultivator was assigned to oversee the event.

An old man emerged from the crowd and entered the arena. Even Draco was surprised by the Royal Academy’s show of courtesy. It seemed they placed great importance on this contest.

Most people noticed this as well. The old man was powerful. However, if the Royal Academy intended to suppress the participating students, they would face great difficulty defending against such strength.

“I welcome everyone to the academy contest of the year 3225,” the old man said in a deep voice. “I also welcome the Vice Chancellors and Deans who are attending this contest and thank them for giving me the opportunity to oversee it,” he continued with courtesy.

His words captured the hearts of many in the audience. Don’t forget that the people in Calonia were also watching, each with hopeful hearts for their participating children.

The old man’s courteous demeanor impressed everyone. It was clear this wasn’t his first time performing such duties.

Draco observed all this. The time had come for his name to resound across Cerulean and strike fear into the hearts of others. The Volkoid had already known him. Now it was time for the other races to learn about him.

He hadn’t forgotten the missions the system had assigned him. He would recover his talent and make his name known, killing two birds with one stone.

The old man continued, “I would like all participants to gather in the arena.”

Draco stood up. It was time to leave his mark on this place.