I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Forbidden Form (4)

CRACK! CRUNCH! SPLAT!

In the very next moment, a deafening explosion erupted. Caleb stood frozen in sheer horror, his eyes locked on Draco, overcome by a terror that gripped his very soul. He glanced down—

His left arm was gone. Obliterated. Annihilated by the overwhelming force of Draco’s power.

“Now, Chaos Spirit… can we talk?”

A chilling smile slithered across Draco’s face as he turned slowly to Khaos.

Caleb trembled uncontrollably. The sight of his arm being reduced to nothing—just from a gaze—sent shockwaves of dread through his chest. Panic clawed at him as he turned toward Vincent, hoping—begging—for help.

But then…

He froze again.

Vincent—and everyone else—stood utterly still.

Unmoving.

Unbreathing.

Only he, Draco, and Khaos could move or speak.

Confusion contorted Caleb’s features, question marks flashing in his mind.

What was happening? Draco didn’t control Time Law. He wasn’t the heir to the Spacetime God. So how?

“He broke space and time while forging it… reshaped it into a realm he can control,” Khaos explained, seeing the bewilderment on Caleb’s face.

“You sure know a few things,” Draco arched a brow, a smirk curving across his lips as he glanced at Khaos.

Khaos met his gaze warily—he felt exposed. As if Draco’s eyes had peeled back his secrets. In response, he quickly cloaked himself with Chaos Originat.

“Draco, what’s going on?”

A familiar voice echoed in the still air.

Draco turned and saw Ming, scanning his surroundings with confusion.

Draco blinked, then shook his head.

He’d forgotten—Ming was the heir to the Spacetime God.

Time held no sway over him, regardless of how much it bent or twisted.

“Just dealing with a private matter,” Draco replied with a cool smile.

Ming gave a nod, though his eyes held surprise—and a glimmer of shock.

Draco could tell: Void had already explained everything to Ming.

That alone startled him.

To shatter a time mode and reforge it into a domain under your own control—that was sacrilege. It defied the laws of the Great Origin Dao itself. A feat that challenged the very foundation of reality.

Then—

They all felt it.

A presence.

Sudden. Heavy. Divine.

They looked up.

Space split open.

A colossal eye, laced with thunder and lightning, peered through the rift.

Its gaze scoured the area, suspicious. Searching.

It knew—something was wrong here.

But it couldn’t find the source.

After a tense moment of probing, the Great Origin Dao’s eye blinked once…

and vanished.

The moment it was gone, all eyes turned to Draco—utterly stunned.

He had just done the impossible.

He had hidden himself—completely—from the Great Origin Dao.

Even Draco, calm as ever, could see their disbelief.

He merely smiled.

His lips curled again, smooth and controlled.

“Now, Chaos Spirit,” he said, his voice colder than before, “I want to know—why are you and your host siding with the Heavens?”

Khaos met his gaze.

“Well,” he began slowly, “it’s the situation we found ourselves in. And really, who else is there to support but the Heavenly Dao—the supreme will of this world?”

Draco said nothing at first. His gaze narrowed.

He had forgotten…

The spirits weren’t even aware of the ancient war. The battle where the other domains had united and turned on the Demon Domain.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

Draco gave a small nod—and in the blink of an eye, time resumed.

They were all back in their previous positions.

Everything…

was normal.

As if nothing had ever happened.

Had they not witnessed it firsthand, they would have thought it a dream.

A vivid hallucination.

But now, there was only one thought in their minds:

Draco… is monstrous.

They turned to him—shocked, silenced, shaken—forever changed.

“Vincent, I’ll give you an opportunity to fight with all of your strength,” Draco said coldly, his gaze fixed on Vincent.

Vincent, unaware of what had transpired earlier, turned to Draco with a glare as cold as ice.

“Then I will gladly be your opponent.”

Caleb’s heart trembled. He tried to warn his master—but the gaze of death fell upon him like a crushing weight, silencing him instantly.

Beside him, Khaos gave a quiet warning.

“Stay silent.”

Vincent gripped his unsheathed Heavenly Sword, but he didn’t stop there. He knew—Draco’s strength was now unfathomable.

With a flash, he brought out a glowing suit of armor—the Heavenly Armor—and adorned himself.

Fully equipped, Vincent moved. In a flash, he struck toward Draco, his Heavenly Sword aimed directly for the kill—

The blade pierced through Draco—!

But—

“You’re too slow.”

Vincent’s eyes widened. The voice had come from behind him.

He turned—

The Draco he had stabbed was an afterimage. A phantom.

Shock tore through Vincent, but he didn’t falter.

He continued his relentless assault, unleashing flurries of attacks at Draco—

But no matter what he did, he couldn’t even graze a single hair on Draco’s head.

Frustration boiled in his chest. He roared, and in an instant, unleashed his full might—

Circulating his Demi-God energy, he channeled it into his blade.

A beam of radiant power formed at the tip of the Heavenly Sword.

The very air trembled.

Space distorted.

The onlookers hastily retreated—

The aura alone was disrupting space, as if reality itself feared what was to come.

Vincent was going all out.

Caleb’s eyes lit up.

Hope flickered in his chest—perhaps his master still stood a chance.

Meanwhile, Draco stood perfectly still, watching it all with a calm, mocking smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Vincent’s energy surged. The beam of light condensed tighter, its aura swelling, doubling—tripling in intensity. When he deemed it ready, Vincent locked eyes with Draco.

“Eat this.”

The beam erupted.

Faster than lightning, faster than thought, it tore through space toward Draco.

Even the surroundings fractured—

Tiny splits forming in the very fabric of space, something nearly impossible to achieve in the void realm of space itself.

Such power…

The attack struck—

But the next sight…

What they witnessed next made every single one of them question not only their strength—

but their very cultivation.

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