Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 324

Chapter 324: Limitless—(The Caged Sovereign 2)
The moment the infinity card had disintegrated into Parker’s chest, the world didn’t shake. It recalibrated. Not with fireworks or seismic fanfare—but with an eerie stillness, like reality itself was pausing… processing… upgrading him into something it hadn’t yet named.

And then—just silence. A thick, dignified kind of silence. Ere blinked from his shadow like she’d just been yanked out of REM by a thunderclap. Her eyes flared gold, feline pupils dilating as she shot him a look.

“Okay, what the fuck was that?”

Levi chimed in, sounding way too satisfied. [“Infinity physical stats successfully integrated. The Master is now physically unmatched in all realms currently observable by system-level perception.”] Parker rolled his eyes.

Ere’s ears twitched. She looked up at Parker, who hadn’t even flinched. Still calm. Still him.

She floated up from his shadow, tail flicking like it was tracing the aftermath of divine graffiti. “You just installed a cheat code into your bloodstream and you’re standing there like you sneezed.”

Parker rolled his neck once—smoothly. He exhaled like he was letting go of history itself. “Because it’s not about the noise, Ere. It’s about the elegance.”

She scoffed. “That’s the most ‘main character’ shit I’ve ever heard, and I’ve lived for centuries—or so I’m told.”

He smiled.

No sparkles. No anime wind-blasts. Just presence. His body didn’t balloon with muscles, but stood cleaner, sharper—like every atom had been polished and realigned under divine standards. He looked like a sculpture someone carved out of midnight and royalty.

Ere narrowed her eyes. “Alright, fine. Let’s test this god-mode flex. Hit something.”

“What? Like a tree?”

“No. Something actually designed to not get obliterated.”

Levi pinged. [Recommended target: reinforced testing monolith—materialized.]

A structure shimmered into reality about twenty meters away. It wasn’t just built—it was forged from the kind of material that shouldn’t even exist, like someone told the universe to sit down and shut up. It looked like a cross between a black obelisk and a fortress wall, but way meaner—pure, void-forged alloy layered with anti-magic grids, kinetic nullifiers, soul-bending dampeners, and a little bit of “go f*** yourself” energy. This thing wouldn’t just laugh at demigods—it would stare down cosmic entities and made them flinch.

Titans wouldn’t try to punch it. They would instead respectfully walk around.

Levi was wired into the training space like it was just another limb—pulling something out of there wasn’t a challenge, it was just a function. Like thinking open hand and boom, weapon in grip. The space bent to her will, like code responding to a command. Simple. Instant. No drama.

Parker gave Ere a glance. “Try not to blink.”

She floated back and crossed her paws. “Try not to delete existence.”

He didn’t square his shoulders. Didn’t grunt. Didn’t scream his stats into the void like a Saturday morning cartoon. He just stepped forward—one smooth glide of a foot across dew-slick grass—raised his hand… and tapped the monolith.

Just a tap. Barely pressure. Like he was checking the temperature on a glass of whiskey.

And the entire monolith imploded.

No explosion. No dust. It didn’t break—it ceased. It unmade itself like it suddenly remembered it didn’t belong in the same timeline as whatever just touched it. The grass around it folded outward like wind had sighed through dimensions. Parker just lowered his hand, calmly, like he’d flicked lint off a suit.

Ere’s mouth was slightly open. “You just… you didn’t even—what the hell was that?”

He tilted his head. “I think that was a casual reminder.”

Levi was quiet. Then softly, almost reverently: [Recorded. First successful strike using infinite physical force. Analysis: Parker no longer registers on conventional strength parameters. He is now an anomaly.]

Ere hovered closer and flicked his collar. “Congratulations. You’ve officially become too hot to exist.”

Parker smirked and adjusted his cuffs, dead serious. “And yet still underdressed.” he wanted to tell Levi to keept the dramatics but let it go.

She groaned. “Fuck you, you elegant menace.”

“I try.”

And just like that, he turned—not in a rush, but in a way that made even the air around him feel like it was paying attention. This wasn’t brute strength. This was composed catastrophe. Grace wrapped around destruction.

He didn’t need to roar.

The world was already listening.

Parker stood still.

He hadn’t moved in what felt like minutes. The air around him had. Everything else had. But he hadn’t.

*

The rain had dried. The air had stilled. And Parker… Parker didn’t change. He recalibrated. Like the universe had remembered its blueprint, and quietly corrected the glitch it didn’t realize was missing.

He folded his hand into a fist—and the wind cracked. Not with thunder. With respect. The kind of sound you get when two realities argue over which one owns him now.

Nothing about him screamed “power.” But everything whispered it. The way his shoulder relaxed. The stillness in his spine. The precise tilt of his chin. He wasn’t flexing—he was fitting. Back into a skin that once wore infinity like perfume. This wasn’t discovery. This was déjà vu.

Ere hovered at a cautious distance, eyes narrowing as her instincts twitched like they’d just tasted something celestial. Not holy.

Not divine.

Original.

She didn’t speak at first. Just stared.

“…You’ve had this before,” she finally muttered. “Haven’t you?” She didn’t see any kind of excitement in him but just a mere recognition as if he was reclaiming not gaining.

He didn’t even look at her. “I was this. I am this… The Limitless!” he said. Simple. No pride. No weight added. Just a statement of fact.

Amd this was just all about Physicality? What about when he adds his Plundering? Abilities? Beasts? Spirits? What about his limitless money?

Levi stayed silent—uncharacteristically so. But Parker could feel it. That low hum in his bones, like the Ether, Omni Energy and other energies around him was holding their breath. Not out of fear. But reverence.

Like even the ambient magic recognized the crown had found the Prince again. He shifted his wrist slightly—just slightly—and the loose band of his shirt sleeve whispered against his skin.

Her fur stood up along her spine, her breath hitching.

She didn’t know why she flinched. She just did.

Parker raised his hand. Not to strike. Not to conjure. Just to breathe through it—fingers flexing open like he was trying to recall something ancient. Something soft.

The air didn’t breeze past him. It dodged.

It shivered.

And in the space between his fingers, light bent—not dramatically. Not in some wild sci-fi ripple. But in a hesitation. Like it wasn’t sure how to cast shadows for someone who might not even belong to physics anymore.

His fingers closed into a fist, slow and deliberate, and that’s when it happened.

The sound cracked.

Like thunder, but not outside—inside the air. Not volume, but density. Like the atmosphere realized it had miscalculated and tried to course-correct too late.

“Feels like you gonna break the planet if you sneeze wrong.”

He smirked. “Then I won’t sneeze.”

Ere narrowed her eyes. “You’re annoying when you’re elegant.”

“And you’re dramatic when I level up.”

“Level up? Bitch, this isn’t a game. You fractured the wind.”

He raised an eyebrow. “It deserved it.”

She rolled her eyes and landed beside him with a sigh, like gravity suddenly mattered again. “So what now? You gonna punch a mountain to test it again?”

He looked into the forest. Leaves were still. Time felt paused. Even the sun seemed unsure how to shine on him right now.

“No, the last one was fine.” he said. “If I need to test it… it’ll be in blood. Not bark.” Amd there were many who had a debt of blood. Many scores to settle.

And just like that, the moment passed. The world resumed. Subtle. Quiet. But forever changed. The kind of change you don’t notice until it’s too late to stop.

Parker didn’t gain power.

He remembered it.

What Parker didn’t know or even see were four claws marks that lit up on his back. Not even Ere saw nor could Levi sense them.

And that was far, far more dangerous.