I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System-Chapter 178: Jessa

"Yes, it was me," the Weapon God confirmed. "It’s time for us to reunite as one. I hope my knowledge proves valuable in helping you face our enemies."

The Weapon God’s body began to glow as he transformed into a ball of light that rushed toward Draco, fusing with his body.

Draco felt a wave of comfort wash over him, his entire being enveloped in a serene warmth. Sleep began to creep up on him, but Draco immediately became vigilant. Despite their resemblance, he couldn’t trust so easily.

A sigh echoed in his mind. "You still don’t believe me. Very well, I’ll seal my knowledge and ideas. When you’re ready to receive it, you can unlock it yourself."

There was a pause before the Weapon God spoke again, his voice tinged with melancholy. "I suppose it’s time for me to leave. Take care of Jessa for me."

Draco frowned in confusion. "Who is that?" he asked. The name sounded feminine, but he hadn’t met anyone by that name. Was he supposed to search for her and protect her?

"She’s the one you battled as the final test," the Weapon God chuckled.

"Wait, you mean the female-armored statue?" Draco exclaimed in shock.

"She’s not a statue," the Weapon God explained. "I altered her body to keep her in a state of deep sleep, halting the passage of her lifespan. She’s still a young girl, just in her teens."

"Don’t worry; you’ll see her true form soon. I only ask that you protect her for me," he added with a soft chuckle.

Each word from the Weapon God struck Draco like a bolt of lightning, leaving him reeling in disbelief.

"But didn’t I kill her?" Draco asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

The Weapon God laughed. "She can’t die. You merely destroyed her physical body. Her heart isn’t in her body—a method I devised to ensure her survival."

"Then where is it?" Draco muttered, rubbing his chin in thought.

"You’ll find out when you check the treasure chest," the Weapon God said cryptically. Draco turned his attention to the chest.

"Also, there are two others you must meet to learn who you truly are. Now, it’s time for me to leave."

Draco called out to him, but the Weapon God was silent. No matter how many times Draco tried to reach him, there was no response. A deep sadness settled in his heart as he realized the Weapon God had vanished from the universe.

Draco sighed and turned to the treasure chest. Inside, he found a heart—and something else. He focused his senses and discovered it was a Condensed Strong Originat. When he analyzed its aura, his eyes widened in shock.

It was the Plunder Aura.

Unknowingly, Draco’s Plunder Ability activated, drawing the Originat into his body.

As it merged with him, Draco let out an unconscious moan, overwhelmed by the comforting sensation. He could feel his Plunder Ability growing more complete than ever before.

Ding!

System has detected the Origin of Plunder. Host can now plunder Intent and Domain twice higher than his own. All other skills pertaining to the Plunder Ability have been enhanced.

Draco was both surprised and overjoyed at this newfound power.

"Wow, Xylara, what is this?" Draco cried out.

"Master called it the Origin of Plunder. You’ve only absorbed one-fourth of it; three-fourths are still remaining," Xylara explained.

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When Draco heard this, he was surprised. When he asked Xylara if she knew its use, she said she didn’t.

Then something flashed through Draco’s mind: that person who called himself the Plunderer. Draco knew such a person wouldn’t carry that title without having a connection to it.

"Don’t tell me he fused with one of the Origins of Plunder," Draco thought, then proceeded to ask Xylara.

"He can, though it won’t fully sync with him. It seems he has one of Master’s materials, making this possible," Xylara explained.

Draco’s eyes narrowed. This person was destined to be his enemy. Not only did they dare to claim his title, but they also took what rightfully belonged to him.

He then turned to the second treasure. It was a heart, beating faintly. He circulated his Originat into it.

Suddenly...

"What are you doing?" a female voice resounded.

Draco was shocked. How had he not noticed this person? He immediately assumed a battle stance, eyeing her vigilantly.

It was a young woman with purple hair, wearing armor that looked like stone. Draco narrowed his eyes as he studied her.

"Who are you? And when did you get here?" Draco asked.

But the young woman didn’t seem to hear his questions. She began to mutter to herself, "Wow, that last attack was beautiful and strong." Draco could hear her words, watching her fascinated expression.

When Draco heard this, he reevaluated the young woman and began to notice some similarities with someone he knew.

He wouldn’t lie—she was a beauty in her own right. But what Draco hadn’t expected was that such a stunning woman was hidden behind that armor.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the young woman said angrily, her face turning a bit red.

Draco braced himself, expecting her to lash out. He was also preparing to flee, anticipating her anger. But her next words made his jaw drop.

"Do you want to see more? Master was right; you would be my chosen one," she said in a low voice.

When Draco heard this, he had a bad feeling. She wasn’t following the expected plot—getting angry, chasing him to the ends of the universe, declaring him an enemy, or holding a grudge against him.

When the purple-haired young lady saw Draco’s neutral expression, she said, "Or do you want me to strip naked and do the deed?" She held her fingers together, her face completely red as she looked down, trying to avoid Draco’s gaze.

Meanwhile, Draco’s mind was in chaos. He was confused by her actions. What the hell is truly happening?

He looked at her, trying to maintain a neutral expression, but he was shocked by how she was behaving—like a young maiden in love.

He recalled her words, mentioning that her master had said he would be the chosen one. Which chosen one? he wondered. Or is this what they call love at first sight?

Draco took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. He didn’t know why, but these days he always felt proactive, as though he wanted to taste the forbidden fruit.

His body always felt hot, and he feared that there would come a time when he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.

Meanwhile, when the purple-haired young lady saw Draco close his eyes, she felt a bit baffled. She glanced down at her body and began to overthink.

She bit her lip and looked at Draco with watery eyes.

If Draco had seen this, he would have been surprised. She was behaving as though they had known each other for years, like lovers.

After Draco calmed himself down, he proceeded to open his eyes—only to see a devastating yet heavenly scene.

"What are you doing?" Draco cried out. She was stripping herself naked.

"Isn’t this what you want?" she asked. Her chest was bare, and she was just a step away from removing her panties.

"Master said this is what you like," she said, her face absolutely red with embarrassment.

When Draco heard this, he cursed the Weapon God. He’s really setting me up for trouble, Draco thought.

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