I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Another Memory Fragment (2)
As they walked along the pathway to wherever the maid was leading him, Xandros felt goosebumps. He could literally feel the maid’s gaze on him.

Was it that this maid liked children? Or perhaps she had a fetish for them? He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but he couldn’t ignore the strange atmosphere.

He pretended not to notice as they finally arrived at their destination.

Before him was a classic dining hall, featuring a long table surrounded by numerous chairs—up to twenty in total. At the end of the table sat Rosaria, quietly and composedly eating her food.

Sensing their presence, Rosaria looked up and called out to him.

“Come sit here and join me for a meal.”

Xandros didn’t hesitate. He walked to the seat she had pointed to—by her right-hand side. He was starving, so there was no need to play any tricks or pretend he wasn’t hungry.

The maid who had brought Xandros was shocked. She knew her mistress well—Rosaria was not someone who got close to others, let alone invited someone to join her at the dining table.

Even they, her closest servants, had never received such a privilege.

This left the maid stunned and confused. Just who was this boy, that he could attract their mistress’ attention to such an extent?

“You may leave now,” Rosaria’s voice rang out.

The maid quickly regained her composure and bowed before leaving the dining room. But as she walked away, she made up her mind—this news had to be spread. The others must hear about this.

Not only was this the first time their mistress had ever done something like this—but it was with a boy. A potential man.

Once the maid had left, Rosaria helped Xandros open his meal. Seeing his starved expression, she couldn’t help but chuckle.

Without wasting any time, Xandros dug in, devouring the food.

Rosaria continued eating as well, but when she saw his expression of pure delight, she found herself even more amused. She quietly watched him, entertained by how much he was enjoying himself.

When Xandros had finally stuffed himself full, it was only then that he realized Rosaria’s gaze had been on him the entire time.

His face flushed red with embarrassment. He quickly tried to hide his face.

Due to his hunger, he had completely forgotten his surroundings and had been rushing through his food—all while Rosaria had been watching.

She giggled at this, clearly entertained.

“You said you want to become strong,” Rosaria suddenly said, her tone turning solemn.

“Yes.” Xandros nodded without hesitation. That was his goal. He had already learned that in this world, only the strongest had a voice.

Rosaria studied him for a moment before speaking again.

“I have a technique for you,” she said. “But cultivating it might make you an enemy of humans. You may be hunted down for it. However, this technique is designed for everyone—meaning that whether you’re talented or not, you can still cultivate it.”

She left the decision to Xandros.

Hearing this, he fell into deep thought.

“Becoming an enemy of humans?” He understood what that meant. But when he thought about everything he had been through so far, he sighed.

If he didn’t take this opportunity, he might never become truly strong.

Besides, he had already noticed that Rosaria belonged to the Beast Race. Maybe the skill she was offering came from her race. He had also heard rumors that those who cultivated such techniques could undergo a racial transformation—becoming part beast themselves.

After a long time contemplating his options, he finally made his decision.

“As long as it doesn’t go against my heart and principles… or require me to mindlessly kill the innocent,” Xandros said firmly, his voice filled with determination.

Rosaria chuckled. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t involve anything like that.”

With a wave of her hand, a scroll appeared in her grasp.

“This is the cultivation technique,” she said, handing it to Xandros.

His eyes lit up with excitement.

Was this it? Was he finally about to step into the world of cultivation? Was he about to embark on the path of becoming a strong warrior?

But before he could get too carried away, Rosaria’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Oh, one more thing.”

Xandros looked up, listening intently.

“If you truly wish to become strong, know this—it won’t happen instantly. You will have to endure trials and challenges. Your path will be paved with bones, for there is no warrior without enemies.”

Xandros nodded, already knowing this to be true. Strength always came at a price, and he had no intention of paying that price with his morality.

Seeing that he understood, Rosaria gave a satisfied nod.

“That’s why I don’t want you to rush into this,” she said gently. “Take things one step at a time.”

Hearing the warmth in her voice, Xandros felt a strange sense of comfort. He could genuinely feel Rosaria’s concern for him.

It made him happy.

“Then I’ll leave you to study the technique,” Rosaria said, standing up.

With that, she left the dining hall, leaving Xandros alone with the scroll in his hands.

Xandros nodded as he watched her figure disappear into the distance. Then, finally, he opened the scroll with excitement.

The moment he did, large, ancient words—seemingly from the primordial ages—appeared before him. He could see the shadow of a giant warrior battling fiercely, destroying numerous planets with a single punch.

SUPREME DEMON TECHNIQUE

This was the title on the first page. Just seeing the name thrilled Xandros—it sounded incredibly domineering.

Break every part of yourself—the Dao, the Originat—reforge them for your own use, and become the strongest demon in the world…

Just reading the first sentence brought a wide smile to Xandros’ face.

In the Blink of an Eye, Two Years Had Passed…

A young man, appearing around eleven to twelve years old, could be seen thrusting his fist forward.

But what was surprising was that he stood on a single toe as he punched, yet he showed no sign of shaking or losing balance.

Even after this, the young man didn’t stop. Instead, he continued—lifting a massive stone, a boulder that was ten times larger and heavier than himself.

With the boulder tied to his body, he kept training—punching, running, and executing various taxing movements.

His figure could soon be seen battling a silver-haired young woman, but despite his best efforts, he was clearly being suppressed.

They fought for more than an hour before the young man finally collapsed onto the ground in defeat.

“You’re improving, but there’s still not enough force behind your punches,” the young woman complained.

This was Xandros and Rosaria.

Xandros, who had only been eight years old two years ago, now looked closer to twelve.

Pouting slightly, he frowned. Two years had passed, yet he still hadn’t reached the level Rosaria had intended for him.

Seeing his frustrated expression, Rosaria couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got your back,” she said reassuringly, as Xandros rested his head against her.

A Week Passed Successfully…

“I think it’s time,” Rosaria finally said. “Let me take you to the place I told you about.”

Hearing this, Xandros felt a rush of excitement.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

All the rigorous training had led up to this. Rosaria had told him that if he succeeded in this trial, it would completely transform his talent.

“Close your eyes,” Rosaria instructed.

Xandros nodded and obeyed, shutting his eyes.

Immediately, he felt a shift in the air.

The sensation of high-speed flight rushed through him, and although he had no idea how long they traveled, he could tell they were moving fast.

And then—

“You can open them now,” Rosaria’s voice rang out.

Xandros slowly opened his eyes—only to be blinded by an overwhelming light.

As his vision adjusted, his breath caught in his throat.

Standing before him was an ancient, colossal door, one that had existed across countless eons.

Its vast and boundless aura pressed down on him with an indescribable force.

Xandros’ entire body trembled uncontrollably—his knees nearly buckling beneath him as if he were about to kneel.