Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 222

Chapter 222: Endless Plunder—Origin Soul
What would’ve been the worst notification of his life? Easy.

[DING! You have lost all your powers, abilities, and skills!]

Yeah. That would’ve been the kind of nightmare that didn’t just haunt—it would’ve straight-up burned itself into his soul, clawing through every damn inch of him. Losing everything he worked for? The Telekinesis, Shadow Manipulation Bond, the white flames that would’ve made him feel like a god among insects in the future? Gone? Hell no. The thought alone was enough to make even him flinch.

But Parker? Nah. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t scream, panic, or even blink weird. Losing everything felt like… buying a billion-dollar mansion and not giving a damn when your bank balance didn’t even notice the drop. Just another Tuesday for him.

Because deep down—deeper than any power he’d ever clawed and bled for—there was something bigger. Something that wasn’t about earning or gaining. It was just his. Always had been. Not awakening it but UNLOCKING it!

So yeah, technically, he did lose everything. Every ability, every shiny superpower, all gone.

Well—except for one.

[DING! You have unlocked a Superpower: Plunder!]

Plunder.

A word that didn’t just sound powerful—it felt dangerous.

[Plunder: A power unspoken, a truth buried in the fabric of existence. A birthright of an Original. A Nyxilith Prince. The son of HER, whose will lingers beyond comprehension. Not given, never earned—only taken. He, who was fated to be nothing and own nothing, now stands beyond reach. He owns everything!]

Yeah. That was it. The moment his consciousness snapped back, he felt it—this wasn’t just some upgrade or random level-up. This was something that had always been his. It wasn’t awakened. It unlocked.

And the best part? He didn’t need to read the superpower breakdown or dive into the description of each of it’s abilities. Nah. It was just natural now—like breathing, or crushing anyone dumb enough to stand in his way. This wasn’t just power; it was him. The real him.

This wasn’t Parker’s first life. Hell, it wasn’t even his fifth. This was the Ninth. So if there was something he knew than anything that would be his own power. And he didn’t need the system to break it down for him, not now, he wasn’t in any rush to check it out.

Parker brushed off the whole Plunder thing like it was no big deal—because, really, what was the rush? He had plenty of time to dive into all those shiny new abilities later. Right now? He lazily scrolled through the flood of notifications like someone checking their phone after ignoring a hundred texts.

One life-altering superpower unlocked? Cool, cool… but what else you got for me?

Prince Nyxilith. The Original. Son of HER.

But did he lay there, eyes wide with existential dread? Nope. Indifference. Like always. Time hadn’t passed. Nothing felt new. It was like he’d always been this way—untouchable, above it all.

And then—ding. Again.

[Welcome back, Prince Nyxilith. Would you like to check your current soul?]

Hah. The system sounded… different now. More alive. Less like some robotic, soulless algorithm and more like… Levi. Like an old companion who knew exactly how terrifying you really were.

Parker’s smirk was lazy. “I know my soul, Levi. I know what it can do. But hey—won’t hurt to check its name, right?”

[Right away, Prince!]

[Origin Soul: Older than creation, beyond the reach of time or fate, it exists as the foundation upon which existence dares to stand. Life and death? Fragile illusions. This soul precedes them, untouched by the laws that shackle gods and mortals alike.

It is not earned. Not granted. It simply is—a birthright woven into the fabric of reality itself, whispered in the void before the first star dared to shine. An authority that doesn’t speak—it commands. Without sound, without movement, the universe bends not out of fear, but recognition.

There is no hunger. No ambition. What need is there for desire when everything is already yours by nature? This is not ascension. This is remembrance. The throne was never taken. It was always waiting.

Acknowledgment Confirmed: You are not becoming—you are returning.]

And there it was.

Parker let out a sharp exhale, head tipping back as the system—good ol’ Levi—dropped another over-the-top, cringe-fest of a description. Seriously, this girl never knew when to chill. Always so dramatic, like every notification needed to sound like the universe was on the edge of its seat.

But whatever. Parker didn’t argue. He knew the weight behind his soul—it didn’t need flowery words to feel real. If anything, Levi had done him a favor by toning it down. The real menace behind that description? Yeah, not something you wanted spilling into casual conversation.

Simple. That was his style. Straight-up, no bullshit.

With his Origin Soul humming beneath his skin, Parker didn’t need fancy tricks like Soulspire or other abilities and skills to guard his essence. Hiding from gods? Please. If he wanted, they could see him clear as day—or better yet, see nothing at all. No gaps. No traces. Just…gone. And at higher levels? Not even blank space would give him away.

But the real kicker? His soul wasn’t just some shield—it was a weapon. He could do things with it. Big things. Only problem was, it’d been a while—way too long since he last flexed those muscles. Back in his Eighth life…

Wait. When was that?

His brow furrowed. “Shit, how long has it been? When did I even live my Eighth life?” His mind felt like someone had thrown a brick through a stained-glass window—shattered pieces everywhere, hard to put together.

[It was right before the Olympian brothers threw hands with their parents, master!] Levi chimed in, chipper like it was no big deal.

“Oh. That time?” Parker blinked, memory trickling back like cold water down his spine. “Yeah… those assholes. I owe ’em a good ass-kicking.”

Some memories were clear—maybe 5%, maybe 10%—but that grudge? Oh, he remembered that one just fine.

[Master, not to be a buzzkill, but aren’t you, y’know… kinda weak for payback right now? Wrap things up here first. C’mon, there’s some fun waiting for you. Check the next notification!]

“Levi, you know how to rub it, but you’re right.” Parker’s voice dropped back into that cold, bossy tone Levi knew way too well. “Show me everything. And your new changes too. Now.”

Levi paused, probably rolling her nonexistent eyes on the other side of the system like, Here we go again.

But Parker didn’t care. Payback? Yeah, that was coming. But first? Time to see what the hell was waiting for him next.