Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 221
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Chapter 221: Entry into New Life
There was one thing about all these statues—they didn’t feel like statues. Nah, that would’ve been too easy, too safe. No, these things looked alive. Not just alive—frozen mid-breath, like they’d just been yanked out of some otherworldly nightmare and paused right before they could tear into reality. Their eyes weren’t cold or hollow; they were sharp, intelligent, watching.
Every detail, from the ripple of imaginary muscle under stone skin to the faint tension in claws or teeth, screamed, “We’re just waiting for the right moment.”
And the energy? Hell, it flowed. The magical circle sprawled across the entire estate pulsed like a heartbeat, endless streams of pure, raw power coursing through every carved monstrosity. If Parker had been around—hell, if he was conscious—he would’ve clocked it immediately.
Omni Energy. Endless, infinite, and right now, feeding these statues like some cursed IV drip from the universe itself.
And the mansion? Yeah, it wasn’t just sitting there looking pretty either—it was hungry. Like it was eating the energy, absorbing it with every pulse, like some giant, ancient beast that had just remembered how good a proper meal tasted.
But that angelic statue… Oh, she was something else. No stone could explain how real she looked. The curves of her body weren’t just well-crafted—they were seductive, almost too perfect for comfort. Four wings stretched wide—two black, two white—and the horns curling elegantly from her head gave her this dangerous, divine vibe, like heaven and hell had a secret love child and dumped her right on top of the mansion.
A thin, white veil covered her face, but it couldn’t hide the unsettling presence she carried. Her magical staff hummed with judgment, and those scales in her hand? Yeah, they were ready to weigh your sins and slap you with the receipt.
Meanwhile, completely oblivious to all this chaos, Parker lay sprawled out in The Dream—out cold, lying there like he’d just had the world’s longest nap. Graceful, peaceful… or at least as peaceful as you can look when you’re totally unconscious in a magic forest.
And Ere? Queen of sass and dimension herself stood guard, her sleek feline form radiating third-tier energy like it was nothing. One paw swipe from her now? Instant delete for any foolhardy beast stupid enough to try anything. And yeah, she could feel it—that little itch in her core, that whisper of an upcoming breakthrough into Tier Four, Ascended level.
Just one little push away from leveling the hell up.
But the real kicker? No big, scary beast dared come close—not after Parker’s chaotic awakening had probably sent shockwaves across the realm. The weaker ones? Yeah, they were probably hiding under whatever magical rock they could find, too intimidated by a “small” cat with enough raw power to vaporize them in one flick of her tail.
Irony? Oh, hell yeah.
A tiny cat, standing guard over a sleeping powerhouse, keeping the big bad wolves at bay without lifting a claw. Life’s funny like that.
For what felt like forever, Parker had been grinding, clawing at the edge of that elusive third tier like it was some cosmic joke the universe kept dangling in front of him. No matter how much Omni Energy he shoved into his body, it was like throwing gas on a fire that refused to burn. Every damn time—nothing.
But then—boom. That vampire fight and the last attack didn’t just shove him forward; it launched him headfirst through the wall. One second, he was stuck, and the next? Breakthrough. Just like that. The pain, the exhaustion, the whole “you’re not good enough yet” vibe? Gone. His body just… snapped awake.
Nyxilith didn’t see much of his awakening—out cold—again, probably dreaming of existential dread or whatever ancient horrors think about when they nap. But every time Parker’s body pulsed with Omni Energy, it wasn’t just releasing power—it was shedding the old. Like every cell in him decided, Nah, let’s ditch the weak shit and rebuild from scratch.
And rebuilt, he was.
His body didn’t just look stronger—it was like something divine had sculpted him from raw power. His muscles were sharp, not bulky but carved like they were made for war and grace at the same time. His skin had this faint shimmer under the light—like liquid silver had bled into every inch of him, but subtle, not flashy. His presence? Heavy. Like gravity itself leaned in a little closer.
And then—his eyes snapped open.
Stormy gray. But this time, they didn’t just look deep—they were deep. Infinity stared back at the world through those eyes, like he’d seen the beginning and end of everything and just… didn’t care.
Even Ere, who had been standing there like the world’s grumpiest guard cat, rolled her eyes. “Finally! What’s with this waking up and falling unconscious again?” Ere wondered, she probably thought, tired of babysitting Mr. Perfect Ascension over here. And yeah, sure, even if he was absurdly flawless now—like, offensively flawless—it didn’t mean she wasn’t bored out of her furry little skull waiting for him to wake up.
But there was something else now. An aura. Thick, suffocating, but not in a scary way—it was like being wrapped in the presence of something too big for the world. Something wrong in the best way.
Parker Black wasn’t just awaken.
He was unleashed.
He didn’t bother standing up. Why would he? The ground was cool, kinda comfy in a “hey, I just transcended and might as well vibe here” way. All that newfound consciousness, that god-tier awareness flooding his body—he just let it sink in. Feel everything.
The perfect billionaire, huh? Yeah, sure. Right now, he wasn’t thinking about deals, power moves, or buying skyscrapers all over the world (which he was going to be doing soon). Nah, this was about him. His body felt… unreal. Every nerve was awake, electric—like his veins were wired with raw lightning and liquid gold.
His muscles didn’t ache; they hummed, every inch of him screaming “you’re built different now, dude.”
But, of course, peace couldn’t last.
Ding.
He ignored it. Just a blip. Probably nothing.
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Ding. Ding. DING-DING-DING.
For fuck’s sake. His jaw twitched. The damn system couldn’t give him five minutes of post-transcendence chill time?
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Eyes cracked open—those infinite, stormy eyes that could probably scare gods into therapy. He sighed, like a man personally offended by the universe’s timing, and finally blinked the notifications up.
And then—oh my god.
What the hell…
The screen lit up like a Christmas tree on steroids. Messages piled on top of each other, a chaotic mess of YOU HAVE ASCENDED, NEW SUPERPOWER UNLOCKED, BODY RECONSTRUCTION COMPLETE, and—wait—”WARNING: Fate and luck stat Levels Exceed System Limits.”
Wait, hold up— what?
The corner of his mouth twitched. Not a smile—more like the realization that the universe might’ve just handed him the keys to something very dangerous.
“…Well, shit,” he muttered.
Ere, lazily sprawled nearby, cracked an eye open. If a cat could smirk, she’d be doing it now. Probably thinking, “Took you long enough, genius.”
Yeah. This was gonna be fun.
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