Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Infinity Stat—Beyond Physicality
Theseus had learned that the hard way.

So had the Big Three, who were now probably reevaluating their entire theology after Parker threatened them like they were just petty schoolyard bullies messing with a kid whose father owned the school.

That’s why Atalanta didn’t offer Tessa false hope. Not yet.

Because this love story? It wasn’t built on kisses and shared breakfasts.

It had to be forged in chaos. Tempered in fire.

And if Tessa could find the strength to confess, to cut Ashford out of their silence with surgical precision—

But Parker was running. Again.

No. Parker wasn’t healing. He was surviving.

And Atalanta—who could outshoot gods and outrun armies—was just trying to buy time until Tessa could muster enough strength to light the fuse that would bring him back.

Because what Tessa didn’t realize was this: Parker didn’t need a savior.

He needed a tether.

And she was it.

But not until she came clean.

Not until Ashford was addressed and amputated from their silence. So Atalanta didn’t hand her hope. Not yet.

She just gave her time.

And a shoulder.

And a soft, whispered truth:

“Figure out how to say it, Tessa. The words. The pain. The why. Because the moment you do, he’ll stop running.” And Tessa, broken and brave, just nodded through her tears.

Because maybe—just maybe—she was done being scared.

And ready to fight like hell for the man who made gods tremble.

*

Tessa made up her mind—not in that impulsive, emotionally unstable kind of way, but in that quiet, spine-stiffened, soul-anchored kind of way. She’d confront Parker. She had to. About Ashford. About the weight they’d been dragging like silent ghosts between them. But not now—not today. Because today wasn’t about healing wounds or mending their almosts.

Today was monumental.

Parker had a seat waiting for him at the summit of the Ether realm—a gathering of the Origin Families, those primordial bloodlines who didn’t just pull the strings in the shadows… they wove the damn web. He wasn’t going to meet them like some promising heir. No, he was walking in as the Nyxilith Prince.

The ruler.

The one whose house didn’t ask for allegiance—it commanded it. And tonight, the very heartbeat of the supernatural world was going to pulse to his rhythm.

So yeah, she’d wait. Let him play god for a night. Let him reign.

But what she didn’t know, what not even Parker could feel through all his omnipotent awareness and carefully chilled composure, was that fate had already moved her pawns elsewhere. The real storm wasn’t gathering in the Ether Community. It was boiling inside the Big Five—the mundane monarchs of the world she came from.

The old families.

The silent puppeteers of mundane Earth.

And that fire?

It wasn’t warning anyone.

It was coming.

And when it did… there’d be no second chances. No speeches. No slow fades.

Just blood. Smoke. And consequence.

****

By the time the rain finally gave up on baptizing the world, Parker wasn’t lost in the dark corridors of his guilt anymore. The weight was still there, sure—it always would be—but it didn’t choke him like it had. His grief for Chione wasn’t erased, but it had been carved down into something quieter, something he could wear without bleeding.

He still carried the anger. The guilt. The residual fury. But it wasn’t driving him anymore. It was just a passenger now.

And Tessa? Yeah, she had secrets. He knew that. Felt them pressed like locked files between their laughs, their kisses, their silences. But he wasn’t angry. Not in that volatile, throw-a-glass kind of way. He just hated the distance it created.

Secrets had a smell, and Parker hated when his house started reeking of silence. But still—whatever it was, they’d fix it. They always did.

But today wasn’t for pain. It was for wins. And damn if he wasn’t riding a few.

He smirked to himself, water still dripping from his hair, his shirt clinging to his skin like the rain refused to let go. He looked like he’d just walked out of a cologne commercial shot on Olympus. One win in particular didn’t need a System notification to validate it:

Atalanta.

Thanks to Tessa’s dangerously manipulative brilliance, he now had a whole month with the Goddess’ golden weapon living under his roof. And Parker? He didn’t lose people once they got close. He kept them.

But then there was the real gifts. The kind that made even Levi sound like she was chewing on stardust.

[Rewards: Infinity Physical Stats Card (cannot be used if the Master already possesses any infinite physical stat), two ‘One-in-a-Million Chances’ single-use 50x Cashback Cards, and… a beach house.]

He didn’t hesitate.

“Levi, hand me the card.”

There was a shimmer in the air, a vibration like the world had exhaled a secret, and then—there it was.

A sleek, matte black card, framed in liquid gold trim, floating toward him like it didn’t belong to this realm. In its center, glowing faintly, was the symbol for infinity—an ouroboros of golden energy, pulsing like a heartbeat that had existed before time began.

He caught it with one hand, thumb brushing the edge. He smiled.

“Damn. We’ve come a long way, huh?”

The first time he’d ever been offered something like this was back at Divine Fitness Gym—an offer for Infinity Stamina. And what did he do? Turned it down. For a fucking building. Everyone would have thought it was a rookie move back then. Hell, even he did. But now? Looking at the restriction carved into the system, it felt like fate had let him cheat the timeline.

“Don’t tell me…” His eyes grew wide.

[Figured!]

Levi’s voice chimed in, smug and slightly too proud.

He narrowed his eyes. “You influenced me back then, didn’t you?”

[Maybe.]

“You went against Eighth Parker’s orders?”

[It was one move. I didn’t want you to miss your shot. And honestly? Eighth Parker knew this was coming. You think he didn’t see this coming? Me betraying his orders are least once for you? Please. You know yourself more than that, Master!]

He understood her reasoning. Levi’s gamble made sense now—too much sense. Because in truth, how long did it really take to earn infinite stats on your own? Millennia? A thousand lifetimes? Not even the Olympians had crossed that threshold. Not in strength. Not in raw physicality.

Their domains made them divine—but none of them had infinity carved into their bones. That wasn’t divinity.

That was transcendence.

And now it was his. Effortless. Elegant. Silent as breath, permanent as time.

He sighed, eyes softening. “Thanks, Levi.” truthfully he couldn’t even thank her enough for this.

He’d definitely reward her for this. It was her birthright to serve her master but this was more than he’d ask her.

He looked down at the card—this sliver of cosmic authority—and pressed his thumb to the symbol.

The card cracked. No, it shattered—but silently. There was no sound. Just a slow ripple of golden energy that swallowed the card and then shot straight into his chest.

And that’s when it hit.

It wasn’t like gaining power. It was like remembering he was power.

His muscles didn’t bulk—they refined. Everything inside him tightened like the universe was sculpting a weapon, molecule by molecule.

His breath hitched, chest rising as his heart paused—just for a second—like the laws of biology were reformatting themselves around something new. His vision blurred and then sharpened, like he’d been seeing the world through fog his whole life without even realizing it.

His bones vibrated. His skin buzzed with ancient light. Every nerve in his body felt like it was hooked to a lightning storm that had learned how to whisper instead of scream.

It wasn’t just strength. It was definition. The final form of physicality itself, etched into his being like divine calligraphy.

If the anyone had tried to move against him right now, they would’ve felt it. A presence. A force not born of Heavens or the Underworld.

But something older. Something unrelenting.

His voice, when it came, was low. Controlled. Dangerous.

“I am the limit.”