Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 422

Chapter 422: Cassidy Ascends
The gleaming tower of Summit and Wolfe sliced through Manhattan’s skyline like a silver scalpel—fifty-eight floors of architectural impossibility that bent sunlight into complex fractals across neighboring buildings. Once merely another corporate giant, now it served as the earthly throne of law of Parker’s expanding empire.

The limo eased to a stop at the building’s base, Bella executing a perfect parallel park between a Bentley and a Tesla with millimetric precision.

“Show-off,” Maya muttered as Bella flashed a triumphant smile in the rearview mirror.

Parker didn’t need enhanced senses to detect Cassidy’s presence outside—her specific energy signature had become as familiar to him as his daughters’.

The moment he stepped from the vehicle, atmospheric pressure around the building adjusted to his existence, space rearranging itself to better accommodate his cosmic density.

Pedestrians unconsciously altered their walking paths around him, their primitive instincts recognizing a predator among sheep without their conscious minds understanding why.

Cassidy Reed stood at attention beside the revolving doors, tablet clutched against her chest like a shield, though she needed no protection in Parker’s presence.

Her black Armani pantsuit hugged every dangerous curve like it was stitched directly onto her skin.

The jacket cinched at the waist, accentuating the smooth dip of her torso and the subtle swell of her chest—a deliberate understatement that somehow made her even more magnetic. Each step in those sharp heels was a quiet declaration of war, hips moving with that lethal grace only a woman who knew her worth could carry.

The crisp white blouse beneath clung ever so slightly to her figure, offering teasing glimpses of toned abs and just enough cleavage to remind anyone watching that power and beauty weren’t mutually exclusive.

Her legs, long and sculpted, moved with predatory confidence—no wasted motion, just pure command.

Her raven-black hair was pulled into a tight bun that bared the clean lines of her neck and jaw, sharpening her already blade-like cheekbones. Lips painted in a muted crimson curled into that same smile—clinical, precise, the one that had closed billion-dollar deals and left shattered egos in her wake.

But when she saw Parker?

That smile flickered into something warmer, deeper.

Not soft—Cassidy wasn’t soft.

But damn if it didn’t make her glow.

“Parker,” she greeted, her voice carrying the perfect blend of professional respect and personal warmth.

Parker didn’t bother responding to the business matters. Instead, his consciousness expanded outward, analyzing her energetic matrix with casual ease.

[Power level: Ascended (Tier 4)] flickered in his perception, the information appearing as naturally as normal humans might notice hair color.

She had maintained her level admirably, considering the crushing workload he’d assigned—building his corporate empire while he handled cosmic threats had left her little time for self-advancement.

“I’ll reward you,” Parker said simply, extending his hand toward her.

Confusion flickered across her typically unflappable expression. “I’m sorry?”

Parker extended his hand, palm up—a deceptively simple gesture that carried universe-altering implications. “You’ve completed every task I’ve set before you, Cassidy. Never failed. Not once.” His eyes held an ancient knowledge that made her stomach tighten. “But you haven’t grown. Too busy executing my vision to expand your own potential.”

Cassidy hesitated only briefly before placing her smaller hand in his, the tablet slipping slightly in her other arm as her professional composure wavered. The moment their skin connected, microscopic fissures appeared in the concrete beneath their feet, reality itself straining to contain the power differential between them.

Her sharp intake of breath was immediate—not from fear but from the overwhelming sensation of touching a living god.

Electricity danced where their palms met, visible only to those with eyes to see. Her pupils dilated instantly, heart rate accelerating to hummingbird speed as her mortal form registered the contact.

“Relax,” Parker murmured, his smile knowing and not entirely innocent. The cosmic manipulator in him enjoyed these moments of power exchange perhaps more than he should—the ability to transform another being with mere thought, to elevate them beyond their natural limits. It was as close to true creation as anything he’d experienced.

Cassidy’s knees buckled as the first wave of energy transferred from his palm to hers. Invisible to ordinary humans, a corona of midnight-blue power encircled their joined hands, pulsing with rhythms older than the universe itself. Parker’s free arm slipped around her waist, supporting her weight effortlessly as reality bent around them.

Power surged from his palm like a solar flare seeking ground, cosmic energy finding microscopic pathways through her skin, into her bloodstream, restructuring her DNA with calculated precision.

Each cell in Cassidy’s body simultaneously deconstructed and rebuilt itself according to blueprints written in a language older than human consciousness.

Pedestrians slowed, their curious gazes drawn to the tableau of what appeared to be a CEO catching his swooning executive. A businessman paused mid-step, coffee halfway to his lips. A taxi driver leaned across his seat for a better look at the beautiful woman apparently fainting in the arms of the obscenely handasome and wealthy man.

Parker’s left hand made a casual dismissive gesture—as though brushing away an irritating insect—and perception folded around them like origami.

The pedestrians’ eyes slid past without seeing, their brains unable to process what stood before them. The businessman continued his journey, the taxi driver focused back on traffic, all memory of the incident evaporating like morning dew. In the midst of bustling Manhattan, Parker had created a pocket of perfect privacy, visible yet unseen.

Within this hidden moment, Cassidy’s transformation accelerated. Her cells restructured themselves at the atomic level, quantum possibilities coalescing into new pathways of power. Her formerly Ascended soul stretched and expanded, breaking through artificial constraints as it reached for something greater. Her spine arched involuntarily as divine current flooded every nerve ending, rewriting her very existence with cosmic calligraphy.

[Power level: IMMORTAL (Tier 6)]

The classification blazed in Parker’s perception as Cassidy’s being realigned itself to its new reality. Her consciousness expanded outward like a supernova, temporarily leaving her physical form as it adjusted to capabilities once reserved for semi-divine entities.

When her awareness crashed back into her body, her eyes snapped open—no longer merely human but windows into something eternal.

Her gaze swept across the street, perception fundamentally altered.

Where before she had seen people, now she perceived collections of atoms temporarily arranged into bipedal form, their life forces flickering like candles that could be extinguished with a thought. The fragility of their existence suddenly struck her as both beautiful and absurd—these creatures with their briefcase concerns and coffee priorities, unaware that among them now walked someone who could end them with casual intent.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, the words both blasphemy and truth from her newly immortal lips.

“Not quite,” Parker replied with a smirk, “but you’re several steps closer now.”

Energy suffused her limbs, infinite stamina humming through muscles that could now operate at peak performance indefinitely. The temporary invisibility to lesser gods would prove useful in boardrooms where ancient entities sometimes masqueraded as venture capitalists now given the games they were going to play. But it was the minor time manipulation that truly dizzied her—the ability to slow her perception of moments, to experience seconds as minutes when necessary.

Parker wasn’t finished. His palm heated against hers, molecular friction generating impossible temperatures that somehow didn’t burn.

“One more gift,” he murmured, his voice resonating at frequencies that made nearby electronics temporarily malfunction. “Something special for my corporate surgical blade.”

The transfer came not as energy but as raw concept—the primordial idea of fire itself downloaded directly into her soul. Fiery Abyss unfurled within her consciousness, ancient knowledge of flame beyond physical combustion.

This wasn’t merely pyrokinesis but mastery over the fundamental cosmic principle of transformation through destruction and rebirth.

Her eyes ignited with living flame—not metaphorically but literally—as kaleidoscopic fire danced across her irises. Gold, blue, crimson, and colors beyond human perception swirled in hypnotic patterns.

The air around her superheated, creating a rippling distortion effect that made her form appear to waver like a mirage.

With experimental intent, Cassidy extended her free hand, watching with wonder as flames materialized above her palm—not ordinary fire but sentient energy that responded to her thoughts. The flame shifted through spectrums, from conventional orange to deep violet to absolute black fire that consumed light itself.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathed, watching the black flame dance across her fingertips without consuming her flesh.

“No relation,” Parker quipped, enjoying her wonderment. “With this and being an Immortal Being now, you can temporarily bend time through heat distortion. You can immolate souls that deserve burning. You can heal yourself through controlled internal combustion and rebirth.”

He paused, enjoying the moment perhaps too much. “Also, you’ll never need a lighter again, which is nice.”

Cassidy’s laughter bubbled up from somewhere newly immortal within her chest. The sound carried harmonic undertones that caused nearby birds to change direction mid-flight. As her emotions stabilized, the visible flames receded, becoming a permanent part of her aura—invisible to ordinary humans but blindingly obvious to any being of power.

Her entire energy signature now carried the unmistakable mark of Parker’s favor, branded with his cosmic fingerprint.

“I—thank you doesn’t begin to cover it,” she managed, still leaning against him as her newly immortal legs remembered how to function.

“Thank me by using it well,” Parker replied, finally releasing her hand and helping her stand independently. “Try not to incinerate the board of directors today, even if they deserve it.”

“No promises, Boss!”

As perception normalized around them and they became visible to the world once more, Cassidy straightened her suit jacket with newly steady hands.

Her posture remained professional, but something fundamental had changed—she carried herself with the unconscious confidence of a being who no longer feared death or time.