Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Special Points—
The drive was chill—well, mostly. The city lights of LA blurred past as Elena guided the Range Rover through the streets, the ride smooth as hell, the city lights bouncing off its sleek black exterior. Inside, however, was absolute chaos.But inside the car? Pure chaos.

A Bruno Mars song was blasting through the speakers, and Naomi and Elena had zero shame belting out the lyrics like they were on stage at Madison Square Garden.

“WHEN I WAS YOUR MAAAAAAANNN—”

This was a billionaire’s car.

A man whose presence screamed power, elegance, and quiet menace. And yet, here she was. Stuck with the clowns.

Ere, curled up in Naomi’s lap, visibly winced. The cat looked at the luxury interior of the car, then back at Parker, then at these two loud, tone-deaf idiots.

Everything about Parker screamed quiet, subtle, peaceful, and composed—yet here she was, stuck in a car with two absolute idiots belting out lyrics like it was their last day on Earth.

Tessa was dying in the best way possible, clutching Parker’s arm as she laughed at their over-the-top dramatics.

“Dios mío, y’all sound awful.”

Elena whipped around, scandalized. “Excuse me? That was soulful.”

“Yeah,” Naomi nodded. “Bruno would be proud.”

Ere let out the most dramatic sigh known to catkind. If she could write a review, it would be:

“One star. Trapped in hell. My billionaire has no standards.”

Naomi was full-on performing, eyes closed, hand to her chest, feeling the song like she’d just been left at the altar. Elena, on the other hand, was murdering the lyrics like a drunk aunt at karaoke, her voice going sharp at the high notes, but she didn’t give a single damn.

Meanwhile, Parker? Unbothered. Arms wrapped around Tessa, fingers idly tracing her spine as he leaned back, listening to Levi in his head. Parker, couldn’t care less. Parker? Didn’t even acknowledge any of it.

“So I wanted to ask—if I can’t use a treasure, can I, like, repurpose it? Maybe throw it back to the system for some Special Points?” he asked Levi in his mind.

Special Points were used to upgrade skills, weapons, items, and abilities—at least, that was how it worked previously. But while Parker was having this internal discussion, the girls were still singing… whatever the fuck this was. He had no idea how people enjoyed this noise.

Levi, unaffected by the musical disaster in the background, explained that Special Points could now upgrade items two ranks higher instead of just one. For example, Parker’s Midnight Ring—which concealed him from even gods—could be upgraded even further using Special Points.

But here was the thing—the ring was fucking useless now.

Its purpose? Completely redundant. If Parker wanted to stay hidden, he would stay hidden. With or without the ring. No god, no entity, nobody could spy on him unless they were his siblings or HER.

So, what was the point of keeping it? He might as well exchange it for something else—basically, just throw it away.

Of course, someone might argue, “Oh, why not give it to Tessa or one of your maids?”

Yeah. No. They didn’t need it either. It would just sit on their fingers, looking all shiny and expensive but serving absolutely zero purpose.

Why?

Because they were his. Their powers came from him. Meaning, if he didn’t want them to be seen, then they wouldn’t fucking exist in the eyes of the gods—or anyone else, for that matter. The ring had other abilities, sure, but none that he needed.

[You discovered it, Master!] Levi announced, his voice way too excited for something Parker had already figured out. [It’s another function of the shop! Depending on the rank of the item or weapon, you can exchange it for Special Points!]

Levi was still talking, his voice buzzing in Parker’s mind. [The higher the item rank, the more SP you get back! So if you—]

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Parker cut in. “Keep it, though. It’s still useful.”

If he didn’t need it, maybe someone else would. Tessa and the maids were out—his connection to them made the ring redundant. But Cassidy?

Now that was a different question.

By the grace of the Empress of Existence—SHE—when Parker was finally done talking to Levi, the car rolled up to Beverly Center. Thank everything holy because if he had to endure another second of the shameless auditory assault from Naomi and Elena, he might’ve actually teleported out of the car and let them figure out the consequences.

He felt sorry for Ere, though. The poor cat had suffered through every second of it.

As the car pulled into the lot, the Beverly Center loomed above them like a glass-and-steel temple of capitalism.

Sleek, modern, stupidly expensive—the kind of place where a single pair of designer sneakers cost more than some people’s rent. LED billboards flashed brand names, high-end boutiques lined the outer walkways, and luxury cars were parked like showroom displays.

Elena pulled into a reserved VIP spot near the entrance—Ere let out the longest, most exhausted sigh known to feline-kind.

“Are we done torturing our eardrums, or should I start filing a lawsuit?” she muttered, giving Naomi and Elena a deadpan look.

Tessa was still wheezing from laughing at their performance, wiping away a fake tear. “No, because why did y’all sound like a dying car engine mixed with a karaoke machine from hell?”

Naomi, utterly unfazed, flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll have you know, I got a ninety-four in karaoke last time.”

“A ninety-four out of what? A thousand?” Ere shot back.

Elena scoffed. “You guys just don’t appreciate raw talent.”

“Raw is right. That shit was still bleeding.” Ere hopped out of the car, tail flicking aggressively.

Ignoring them, Parker stepped out and adjusted his jacket. The L.A. moon was out but not unbearable, and with his usual cold presence, it might as well have been fifty degrees for him.

The entrance doors slid open with that satisfying mall whoosh, and immediately, they were hit with the crisp, rich-person air conditioning—the kind that smelled like new leather, overpriced perfume, and corporate greed.

The floors gleamed. Glass railings overlooked multiple levels of designer paradise. Massive LED screens flashed Dior, Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuitton—basically, the playground of the ultra-rich and dangerously fashionable.

Tessa clapped her hands together, eyes practically sparkling. “Alright, shopping spree!”

And just like that, the chaos began.

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It’s been so long, tell me what do you guys think so far about the progress of he plot. After I’m done with the awakening and everything, I’m planning to go fast and I hope you guys are ready.