Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Pandora And Sarah

Sarah groaned before she even stepped outside. This was that couple’s fault, too. If it weren’t for them, she wouldn’t be stuck with that person. But… could she really blame them? If she somehow went back in time, would she change anything? Hell no. Her sister was in a good school thanks to them. She had a solid place to live thanks to them. She was making $2,000 a day—a fucking day—thanks to them. And, oh yeah, she had goddamn superpowers thanks to them.

How do you regret things like that? You don’t. She just had to endure. Endure the bullshit. Endure living with that person. And eventually? Life was gonna be heaven.

By the time she stepped into the parking lot, she was already shaking her head at herself. A few weeks ago, she was scraping by, trying to survive. Now? Now she was walking up to her own car. A damn good one, too. A $30K beast. Not the kind of car that screamed, Look at me, I’m a millionaire, but the kind that said, Yeah, I got my shit together, and I drive fast as fuck.

Sarah yanked the door open, slid into the driver’s seat, and let out a slow exhale as she gripped the wheel.

“…What the fuck is my life.”

She owned a car. She owned a fucking condo.

In just a few weeks.

This was insane.

And the craziest part?

This was only the beginning.

She smirked, turned the ignition, and sped the hell out of there.

What a life. She was so fast, yet here she was, sitting in her car, driving lazily like she couldn’t zap through LA and be at her place in seconds.

But she wasn’t in a hurry. How often do people actually enjoy their dreams after reaching them? She was doing her job enjoying hers. Sitting in a car. Letting the soft hum of the engine fill the silence. Feeling the smooth wheel under her fingers. The lingering scent of something expensive in the upholstery reminding her that this car? Yeah. This shit was hers.

The city blurred past her in neon streaks and golden streetlights. LA never slept. It yawned and stretched, sure, but it never fully went under.

The night air buzzed with life—cars weaving through lanes like they were in a Fast & Furious reboot, people stumbling out of bars, heels clicking, laughter spilling into the streets. A group of guys hollered at some girls on the sidewalk, only to get roasted into another dimension.

Sarah smirked. Classic.

She cruised down the main road, the massive billboards flashing overhead—luxury brands, new tech, a trailer for the next big superhero flick. Then came the transitions. The boujee shopping districts. The quieter, more polished streets. Until finally… home.

And, damn, it still didn’t feel real.

The estate stretched out before her, a long row of towering condo complexes with neatly lined trees, manicured lawns, and security tighter than a rich man’s prenup. Gated entrance. Keycard access. Cameras everywhere. This was the kind of place where people made five figures a month at minimum.

She slowed as she approached the entrance, tapping her keycard against the scanner. The gates slid open smoothly, almost too smoothly, like they were whispering, Yeah, you made it, bitch.

The condos themselves? Sleek as hell. Modern, glass-heavy structures with wide balconies, big-ass windows, and lights that gave the whole place an upscale glow. Every unit looked like it had been yanked out of an interior design magazine. High ceilings, open spaces, and vibes that screamed, Look at me, I have my life together—even if half the people here were probably just as chaotic as she was.

Sarah pulled into her usual parking spot, slid out of the car, and stretched. The night air felt good. Fresh. Like she was breathing in success or something.

She made her way inside, stepping into the sleek lobby with marble floors and warm lighting. The elevator was already open, and just as she stepped in, a woman and a kid slipped in behind her.

Sarah gave a polite nod. Elevator etiquette.

The woman smiled, eyes flickering over Sarah like she was placing her. “First time seeing you around.”

Sarah tilted her head. “Yeah?”

The little boy next to her beamed. “We just moved in a few days ago! We’re in 507!”

Sarah’s brain clicked. 507.

The woman’s eyes widened. “Wait… you’re in 508?”

Sarah nodded slowly, already sensing where this was going.

“No wonder!” The woman let out a small laugh. “I kept wondering who my neighbor was that plays their music so damn loud—”

Sarah barely kept her expression neutral, though internally, she was already throwing hands.

Fucking Pandora.

She forced a sheepish smile. “Haha… yeah. Uh, sorry about that.”

The woman waved it off, but her smirk said she wasn’t really mad. “It’s fine. I was just curious.”

Before Sarah could even get another word in, the elevator dinged, doors sliding open.

“Oh, would you look at that—my floor!” She bolted out so fast it was embarrassing.

The woman chuckled. Young blood.

Behind her, she barely caught the little boy pulling his lollipop out of his mouth and whispering loudly, “Mom, that’s the lady who lives with the weird magic lady.”

His mom just laughed, shaking her head. “What a silly thing to say.”

Sarah didn’t even wanna know what “someone” had been doing for this kid to think she was out here summoning demons in their neighborhood. She reached her door, punched in the code, and stepped inside—

Only to immediately want to commit murder.

“PANDOOOOOORRRAAAA!”

Her scream of frustration could’ve shattered glass.

From the couch, the devil herself stretched like a cat, looking perfectly unbothered.

“There you are,” Pandora purred, voice sweet, casual, and way too relaxed for someone who had clearly just committed war crimes inside their home.

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Hello guys, I hope you’re enjoying the novel so far I apologize for the few mistakes here and there but I’m working on correcting those you point out as much as I can. I hope you don’t stop humbling me.