I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 177

Chapter 177: The Weapon God

The crowd that had just breached the barrier was shocked when they saw the shockwave from a battle heading toward them.

Everyone scattered as the monstrous aura of the shockwave approached. Ordinary cultivators couldn’t stand against it without defending themselves; otherwise, they risked serious injuries or even death.

The group moved swiftly, each defending themselves as best as they could. Despite their efforts, some were still gravely injured, a testament to the sheer strength and ferocity of the shockwave.

They couldn’t help but wonder: What about the place where the battle was taking place? What kind of scene would be unfolding there?

It wasn’t just the crowd who thought this; everyone watching from the arena and those following the live broadcast were equally surprised—some even shocked.

Although the audience wasn’t able to feel the shockwave themselves, the injuries on the wounded were enough to convey its power. It left them all asking: Who were the beings engaged in such a fierce battle?

Some speculated that perhaps two Volkoids were fighting against each other over a treasure.

When this thought crossed their minds, many people’s eyes lit up. If such powerful beings were battling for a treasure, then the treasure itself must be extraordinary.

The weaker ones couldn’t contain their greed. They believed that if they could somehow claim the treasure, they could gain enough strength to elevate their status.

The stronger individuals, however, weren’t as consumed by greed. Their thoughts were more cautious.

First, they considered how they would even survive. To obtain the treasure, they would have to face two beings whose monstrous strength was capable of causing severe injuries to a significant number of people with just the shockwave of their battle. What would happen if those two beings joined forces to fight them instead?

It was common knowledge that most Volkoids despised humans, making the situation even more perilous.

Second, even if they managed to obtain the treasure, could they keep it? Almost everyone in Calonia City was watching this event unfold. If someone emerged with the treasure, they might not live to see the next day.

Few were arrogant enough to claim they were strong enough to escape from everyone in Cerulean.

These thoughts were enough to make the stronger individuals suppress their desires.

Meanwhile, certain people in the crowd seemed to recognize the aura.

“Isn’t this Darling’s aura?” Rose muttered to Adrianna. Adrianna nodded in agreement as she observed the shockwave and heard Rose’s words.

Blum and Caesar, who were also standing nearby, overheard the conversation. Blum was certain this was Draco’s aura.

He knew because he had faced this kind of attack before. The annihilating, destructive aura was seared into his memory. However, it made him wonder what kind of enemy Draco was facing to unleash such power.

They all looked warily at the shockwave, knowing that if it landed on them, it could leave them seriously injured—or worse, dead.

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Draco undid the ranger form, his human body reappearing in the air. Without bothering to glance at the remains of the female-armored statue, he headed back inside the golden palace.

This time, there were no obstacles in his way. He walked straight ahead until he reached the treasure chest—a golden one at that.

His heart thumped at the familiar calling. Whatever was inside the chest was calling out to him, waiting to return to him.

Draco couldn’t restrain the urge to open it. As soon as he did, a blinding light shone out.

Draco chuckled at the sight, finding it oddly reminiscent of a pirate unlocking a treasure chest in a story.

“You have finally arrived,” an ancient voice resounded, startling Draco.

He immediately surveyed his surroundings, searching for the source of the voice.

A young man appeared before him, radiating a deity-like aura. His figure was unblemished and spotless, but something about his face left Draco utterly shocked.

“Why do you look exactly like Xandros and me?” Draco muttered, his confusion growing. If not for the divine aura surrounding this person, he might have mistaken him for himself or Xandros.

Although they shared the same face, their auras were vastly different. Draco carried an enchanting, attractive presence capable of charming others. Xandros exuded a demonic charm, brimming with killing intent.

But this young man had a calm, serene aura, as though he was one with the Heavenly Origin Dao itself.

The young man looked at Draco and spoke, “It seems you have taken that step. Now, we can finally return as one.”

The more the young man spoke, the more Draco’s confusion deepened. What the hell is happening? What does he mean?

“Who are you?” Draco asked, scrutinizing the young man.

The young man chuckled, noticing Draco’s wary expression. “There’s no need to fear. I am the closest person to you. Hurting you would be the same as hurting myself.”

“I am the Weapon God—the creator of all weapons,” the young man said with a chuckle.

“The Weapon God?” Xylara’s voice rang out in shock.

“What’s so special about him?” Draco asked, curious about Xylara’s reaction.

“There are three gods who achieved godhood through a unique path, unlike the normal process. They are the Alchemy God, the Weapon God, and the Talisman God. Each of them transformed their unique Dao into a powerful attack method,” Xylara explained.

“All knowledge possessed by talisman masters, alchemists, and rune masters originates from them. However, no one knows the identities of these three gods. They’ve been extremely cautious, ensuring they never reveal themselves.”

Xylara’s words left Draco both surprised and shocked. Achieving godhood through an unconventional path, yet still reaching the same destination as others—this feat amazed him.

“But the real question is how they died, and why he looks so much like Master. It’s as if he’s a clone of Master,” Xylara muttered.

“A clone? Yes, that makes sense,” Draco thought.

He turned to the Weapon God and joked, “Don’t tell me you’re a clone of Xandros.”

The Weapon God chuckled. “Not a clone. I am him—just with a different Dao and personality.”

“What?!” Draco and Xylara both exclaimed, utterly shocked.

The revelation threw Draco into a whirlpool of thoughts.

How is this possible? And why didn’t I know about it? What the hell is really going on?

Draco’s confusion grew as he remembered when Xandros first met Rosaria. Back then, Xandros was a normal human—a weak one at that.

But later, he became a demon lord and gained the power of plundering. Draco was now questioning how Xandros even acquired such power. The more he thought about it, the more tangled his thoughts became.

“Don’t think too much. It will only confuse you further,” the Weapon God’s voice rang out, snapping Draco out of his thoughts.

Draco looked at him intently. “Can you tell me more about how you came to be?” he asked, feeling an overwhelming urge to understand.

The Weapon God sighed. “When the time is right, you will know everything. For now, I can only share limited information.”

Though disappointed, Draco accepted the answer, still wondering what secrets lay beneath the surface.

“So, you were the one calling out to me?” Draco asked, looking directly at the Weapon God.

“Yes, it was me,” the Weapon God confirmed. “It’s time for us to reunite as one. I hope my knowledge proves valuable in helping you face our enemies.”

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