Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 254

Chapter 254: Loyalty Pills
[Ability 2: Another Lie]

??? (The capabilities of this ability are unknown and can only be discovered by the user.!]

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Parker’s eyebrows shot up. “Yo. That’s kinda OP.” Although he didn’t know what Another Lie could do, the rest of the ring capabilities were OP and fuck. Of course he could check it out by using it then he would find out what Another Lie could do.

Still, he wasn’t about to test that shit right now. Hell no. Not until he knew exactly what he was dealing with. The last thing he needed was to touch some random dude and accidentally create a mindless zombie army or something.

And asking Levi?

Yeah, that would just get him the usual, ‘I’m not supposed to say~’ bullshit.

“Whatever,” Parker muttered, flexing his fingers. “Let’s get this over with.”

Magic was cool and all, but right now? He had real priorities—like stacking his damn money and setting up the next moves that would push him forward.

“Show the other notifications, Levi.”

**

[Mission Generated!]

Mission: Protect Infinity Loyalty

Rewards: Bottle of Loyalty Pills!

Status: Completed!

**

Ah. That mission. The one that had kicked off everything.

From putting those cyber kids on edge, to meeting Maya at school, to saving Naomi, to fully awakening—it all felt like a chain reaction. The moment he took that first step, everything had been leading to this exact moment. And now?

He was standing here as a fully awakened Prince Nyxilith.

Damn. That was a hell of a title.

“Let’s see ’em.”

A bottle materialized before him, hovering in the air. The glass was deep violet, etched with swirling gold inscriptions that seemed to shift when he looked at them too long. Definitely had that mythical artifact energy going on.

Inside? About twenty brown pills, each one smooth and dense, like compressed stardust wrapped in secrecy.

Parker tilted his head. “…They look like chocolate.”

Huh. Maybe they’d even taste good.

Yeah, no. That was probably wishful thinking.

Parker stared at the screen, his expression caught between a grimace and a what-the-actual-fuck moment.

**

[Loyalty Pills!

The Prince just had to go and cuck the Jade Emperor—not just the Empress, but his other two concubines too. They fell head over heels for him, killed the emperor in his sleep to prove their undying devotion, and gifted the Jade World to the Prince as a token of their love!

The Prince, being the emotionally unavailable, morally gray bastard he was, took forever to acknowledge their affections.

Hurt, impatient, and downright desperate, the Empress and her concubines concocted these pills—to force the Prince take these miraculous pills and love them back!]

Parker rubbed his temples. “Might as well call them Love Pills instead of Loyalty Pills.”

[Wrong!] Levi’s text flared up dramatically. [These pills are extraordinary and have different effects! On men? They become physically incapable of betraying you, but they still have free will. (So no brainwashing. Lame.) On women? If they already have feelings for you… congratulations! You just unlocked yandere mode. Master, I must advise you to NEVER use these on women unless you enjoy dealing with rabid, love-drunk psychos.]

Parker blinked. Then blinked again.

“…So basically, if I gave one of these to Naomi, she’d start acting like a romance anime protagonist on steroids?”

[Exactly.]

“…And if I gave one to Maya?”

[She would probably propose to you on the spot, start planning the wedding, and then casually murder any girl who looked at you wrong.]

Parker deadpanned. “Bro.”

[I warned you. These pills are basically ‘Horny Women: The Drug’.]

“Why the fuck do they even exist?”

[Again. These pills were meant for the Prince of Existence—you—not some random emperor or human. These women were so down bad they straight-up invented pharmaceutical-grade devotion just to make him love them back.]

Parker snorted. “So you’re telling me —I—a guy so overpowered, so ridiculous, so completely out of everyone’s league—literally the Prince of Existence—had women so desperate for his attention they cooked up magic love drugs?”

[Precisely.]

“…Bruh.”

Levi sent a [Nod Emoji].

Parker eyed the pill bottle. “And these ended up here, in my hands. The reason they were made! The irony.”

[Poetic, isn’t it? Master, you’re the Prince of Existence. Did you really think your chaotic love life wouldn’t come back to bite you!] Levi chimed in, clearly enjoying herself.

Parker scoffed. “Poetic my ass. This is some cosmic joke. I—a dude who barely has time for a full night’s sleep, let alone romantic drama—just so happen to inherit a bunch of simping-induced alchemy pills?”

[Again, Mastery, the Jade Emperor’s harem was down bad. They needed an insurance policy.]

“Yeah, no kidding. Man had yet to build another empire in after life while his women were out here building me a pharmaceutical-grade loyalty cheat code… Damn. Couldn’t be me.”

Levi sent a [Shrugging Emoji].

“…Man, I didn’t sign up for a historical romance drama.”

[Too late.]

Parker stared at the pills again, debating his options.

Yeah, nope. Not touching that shit and give them to women .

Parker sighed and shoved the bottle into his inventory before the universe found another way to make his life even more ridiculous.

These pills were another layer of insurance for his empire—an empire he hadn’t even fully started building yet. Sure, his trust issues would’ve been handled once his powers awakened. Maybe he could’ve Plundered some overpowered abilities that made paranoia a thing of the past. But right now? His abilities were locked, and these pills were the next best thing.

****

Parker checked the living room. Nothing. His bedroom? Still nothing. He went through every spot he could think of, but his phones and laptop were just… gone. The billionaire stood there, arms crossed, lips pressing into a thin line.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

He stalked through his mansion — every corner— frustration mounting with every empty-handed room check. Living room? Nope. Bedroom? Nada. Office? Zilch. His phones and laptop were just gone.

“Bruh. No way,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “Were they destroyed in the dimensional shift?”

Seemed likely. But then a thought struck him—was everything insignificant destroyed?

He spun on his heel and power-walked to the kitchen, yanked open a few cabinets, checked the fridge, even peeked inside the pantry. Every damn thing was there. Plates, utensils, an obnoxiously full stock of imported snacks—like the dimension had lovingly bubble-wrapped all his kitchenware for safe passage.

His eye twitched. “Oh, fuck off.”

“Seriously?” he muttered, holding up a perfectly preserved toaster. “The universe saves my toaster but nabs my tech? Who’s running this show?”

So his belongings—his actual important electronics, clothes, and personal shit—got yeeted into the void, but the kitchen appliances made it out unscathed?

Make it make sense.

His face burned in sheer disbelief. The universe had priorities, apparently. And those priorities included safeguarding his stash of Wagyu steaks while absolutely curb-stomping his tech.

“Better not have touched my cars.”

Storming down to the garage, Parker braced for another betrayal—only to be greeted by the sleek, untouched perfection of his luxury collection. His babies were safe.

He exhaled in relief, running a hand along the hood of his Revuelto. “At least someone around here respects me.”

But now he had another problem.

“Great. Now I gotta buy new phones. And laptops. And probably half my wardrobe.” He groaned. “Guess we’re going shopping again.”

…But while he was at it, why not throw in another corporate car? Maybe some new beasts to flex on the peasants?

Yeah. Retail therapy sounded like a fantastic idea right now.