I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

THE NEXT DAY, 7:35 AM

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Draco heard the sound of his door alarm and walked toward the door, wondering who could be at the door so early.

Opening it, he was met with the sight of Alya, dressed in a white shirt that hugged her ample curves, a short black skirt, and black stockings.

She was a natural vixen.

Entering his dorm, she took a seat.

"Master, I thought you'd like to join the Academy competition," Alya said, revealing her purpose. She glanced at her master, who was wearing a white top with short blue jeans.

She had considered the possibility that Draco might want to join the competition, so she added his name to the participants. If he didn't want to compete, it didn't matter—it wasn't compulsory.

Even though she had told Darvis and Williams that they'd discover Draco's strength during the competition, it didn't necessarily mean he would participate. She'd only said it to avoid further questions from them.

Ultimately, it was up to Draco to decide.

"Did you add my name?" Draco asked.

"Yes, I did. But if Master doesn't want to participate, it's not a problem—it's not compulsory," Alya replied.

Draco shook his head at her response. Even if he didn't want to participate, the system mission left him no choice. He didn't want to face a five-level reduction. Leveling up was difficult enough, especially when Volkoids were actively avoiding him.

"Don't worry. I'm participating," he said, waving his hand dismissively.

Alya was a bit confused by Draco's decision to compete. To her, the competition was nothing more than child's play.

"Okay, I'll send someone to bring you the academy uniform," Alya said, standing up to leave.

"Oh, and Master, don't forget—the competition starts at 9 AM," Alya reminded him as she closed the door behind her.

Draco returned to his room.

A few minutes later, the person Alya had sent arrived, delivering the academy uniform.

Draco examined the black uniform with golden embroidery. It felt oddly familiar, as though he'd seen it before.

He chuckled, realizing the feeling stemmed from his lost memories. Since he'd once been a student of this academy, it made sense that he'd encountered this uniform—and even worn it—before.

So, it wasn't surprising that he had such a feeling.

After putting on the uniform, he checked the time: 8:08 AM. He took Lyraea, who was now awake.

This time, instead of carrying her, he held her hand as they walked to the dorm's door.

Opening it, Draco saw Rose standing outside, her finger poised to press the alarm.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Draco looked at her, noticing her beauty was not suppressed but amplified by the same uniform he wore.

Rose, on the other hand, couldn't help but marvel at Draco. His handsome face never failed to amaze her.

She wondered what had caused such a drastic change in him. His aura, face—everything about him was different. If she hadn't been so familiar with the old Draco, she might not have recognized him at all.

This was the same confusion that plagued Blum and the others. They couldn't believe this was the same Draco Xandros they once knew.

How could someone change so drastically? His face had transformed, bearing no resemblance to the old one. His charm and handsomeness had surpassed peak beauty, even making others feel ashamed in comparison.

His strength was unfathomable, capable of wiping out an entire city. They still remembered when Draco had been just slightly stronger than them. How could there now be such a vast gap in their strength?

They all had their unique systems, so it made no sense.

Even his voice and aura were different.

These were the reasons Blum and the rest couldn't believe the masked man was Draco Xandros—the nerdy, simp-like guy they used to know.

This was also why Draco had told Rose not to reveal his identity to them. He had no recollection of them in his memory. They had just graduated from being strangers, so...

"Are you going to the competition?" Rose asked when she saw Draco in the academy uniform.

"Yes," Draco nodded.

Rose was surprised. If Draco participated, victory was practically assured for their group. To everyone else, he was leagues ahead—like an adult among children. Even Teacher Alya couldn't stop him on her own.

If Draco had heard her thoughts, he would have sulked. He wasn't entirely confident about winning the competition. There were some hidden, incredibly strong talents in the academy.

Now that his strength was halved, he needed to tread carefully.

"We still have over thirty minutes. Why don't you give me a tour around the academy?" Draco proposed.

Rose agreed to the idea.

Holding Lyraea, they walked together, touring the academy.

"Who is that guy? He's hot. I've never seen someone as handsome as him."

"He's like my prince charming."

"Those red eyes seem to draw me closer. Is he a final-year student?"

As expected of Draco, they had just started walking, and he had already attracted a lot of attention.

Rose and Draco noticed this. Draco shook his head. "Who told me to be so handsome?" he thought.

When the crowd shifted their gaze to Lyraea, they felt heartbroken. Some ladies even cried. He's taken.

They could see the striking resemblance between Lyraea and Draco, except for the red eyes.

Draco is the father of Lyraea. This thought filled everyone's minds.

It wasn't their fault for thinking this way. After the awakening of his plundering system and the recreation of his body, Draco's height and face resembled that of a young man in his twenties.

What they didn't know was that Draco was just over seventeen years old.

This misunderstanding was what kept Draco from being overwhelmed by admirers. If they discovered Lyraea wasn't his real daughter, he would never find peace. He'd be chased by women 24/7.

Rose showed Draco the important places in Luminari Academy, making him more familiar with the academy. He couldn't shake a sense of familiarity as he looked at the various buildings.

"It's almost time. Let's go to the battle arena," Draco said. Rose nodded, and they headed to the competition venue.

When Draco arrived, he saw an arena and felt a rush of anticipation for the competition.

Due to his battles with the Volkoids, Draco had become something of a battle maniac—his blood boiled at the prospect of a fight.

The place resembled a football field, except instead of a pitch, it housed a massive arena. Draco wondered how such a large structure existed within the academy.

"Rose, you're already here. We came looking for you at your dorm. You didn't even tell Sharon you were leaving," Blum's voice rang out.

Turning to their right, they saw Blum, Ming, Sharon, and Daniel approaching.

"Sorry, I had something to do," Rose apologized.

They nodded, indicating it wasn't a big deal, and then noticed Draco and Lyraea beside her.

"Is he participating?" Daniel asked with a troubled expression, to which Rose nodded.

Hearing this, they felt like crying. How could the academy allow such a demon to fight? To them, they were mere toddlers compared to Draco.

In their minds, the first position was already Draco's. Only those who had witnessed his wrath could understand his terror.

While waiting, the students arriving for the competition took occasional glances at Draco and Lyraea.

"Is he a new teacher or a student?"

Many were surprised by his presence.

"Why is there such a handsome figure here?"

The male students' faces darkened. This guy is stealing all the attention from the ladies— even their crushes were staring at him.

Frustrated, some of them vowed to discipline Draco and show him who was boss if he was participating.

If Blum and the others had heard their thoughts, they would have laughed until they cried. Are you sure you won't be the one getting disciplined?

Draco's terror was on another level.

As 9:00 AM approached, the teachers arrived, and Alya was among them.

The moment Alya laid eyes on Draco, she excused herself and walked toward him to discuss something.

Unbeknownst to her, her actions were being closely observed by male teachers and students vying for her affection.

"You've certainly earned me a lot of hatred," Draco chuckled, noticing the glares from the men in the crowd.

The Vice-Chancellor of Luminari Academy then arrived. He was a middle-aged man with neatly combed brown hair and sharp brown eyes that surveyed the crowd.

The students erupted in cheers upon seeing him. He was a legend in the academy—one of the strongest figures in Calonia City.

The first-year students, in particular, were eager to catch his attention, hoping to impress him and potentially become his students.

Meanwhile, when Draco laid eyes on the Vice-Chancellor, he felt a wave of extreme danger. Even at his peak, Draco doubted he could defeat the man, even with his transformation skill. However, he was confident he could escape unscathed.

As the Vice-Chancellor took his seat, a teacher stepped forward into the arena and declared:

"I DECLARE THE BEGINNING OF THE LUMINARI ACADEMY COMPETITION!"

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