I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 309

Chapter 309: Memory Fragment (1)

In a staircase whose beginning and end could not be counted, the steps glowed with an intense, blinding white light. No one knew how many stairs the staircase held, but looking toward its peak, a bloody scene unfolded.

A lone figure stood on the final step of this staircase. His skin was peeling, blood pooling beneath him. Bone broke through his flesh, and his exposed skeleton radiated a demonic aura.

Xandros stood at the last step of this trial, locked in a battle to pass it. But if one looked closer—truly looked—they would be shocked to find that he was unconscious.

Yes, Xandros was moving purely on instinct. Such was the depth of his willpower and desire to overcome the staircase, it had embedded itself deep into his soul. Though unconscious, his determination was still being carried out.

But the price was devastating—his skin peeled away, layer after layer, under the staircase’s monstrous pressure.

Yet Xandros kept walking, his broken, unconscious body refusing to yield.

CRACK!

A sharp crack echoed through the void as his rib bones began to splinter. Fractures spread like spiderwebs across his chest. Even if Xandros managed to reach the final step, his body would fail—his frame unable to endure the relentless weight pressing down upon him.

Still, his will did not falter. If Xandros had been conscious, perhaps he would have stopped. But in this state, there was only the will—unyielding, eternal.

The final step was drenched in his blood and flesh, the remnants of a body that refused to quit.

At last, Xandros managed to push one foot beyond the edge. But in that instant, the pressure increased yet again—amplifying the breakdown of his body.

He kept pushing forward, even in unconsciousness. Cracks spread across every bone in his body, and from within, a faint demonic aura leaked into the air. His life force flickered, barely clinging to existence—like a candle moments from extinguishing. If Xandros crossed the final step completely, he would die.

Still, his unconscious body moved.

And then, it happened—his foot took the final step. His body shattered. Bones snapped, muscles tore, and he collapsed into a heap of broken fragments.

But then—surprisingly—a golden light blazed over the remains of Xandros.

And in the next moment, it was as though time itself had rewound.

His shattered skeleton pulled itself back together. Flesh regenerated across his frame, sinew stretching and knitting under the glow of divine light.

His heart thundered back to life.

His demonic Originat erupted outward—far purer, far more domineering than before.

And yet, Xandros remained unconscious, his eyes closed—unaware of the death’s door he had just overcome.

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After an unknown amount of time, a low grunt echoed through the air as Xandros finally stirred from unconsciousness. His eyes slowly opened, staring up at a smooth, unfamiliar ceiling.

Confusion flashed across his face.

He jolted upright, eyes scanning his surroundings with sharp alertness.

There was no staircase.

When he looked down at himself, he found no injuries—his body was completely intact. Shock and curiosity surged within him.

He remembered collapsing into unconsciousness. Did I fall off the staircase? Or… was crossing the last step the true key? Xandros fell into deep thought, uncertainty clouding his mind.

Then he noticed—his bones and flesh were far more resilient than before. His skin was smoother, healthier. His blood circulated with a speed and intensity that pulsed with power.

This startled him.

When he activated his Demonic Originat, he discovered it was purer—more fluid to control. He had unknowingly ascended a level in the Supreme Demon Technique.

“It seems something must have happened. Since it benefits me, there’s no need to dwell on it,” Xandros thought as he slowly stood up.

He glanced around.

He was in a cave—and not just any cave. It was familiar: smooth walls, polished stone, a subtle echo of silence that he recognized.

Ahead, he spotted a small door, only about a meter away.

Cautiously, he scanned the area to make sure he hadn’t overlooked anything. There was nothing else.

He stepped forward.

As he opened the door, a blinding light spilled forth, obscuring whatever lay beyond.

Without hesitation, Xandros stepped into it. There was no turning back—not after coming this far.

Crossing the threshold, Xandros found himself standing in the heart of a forest. He looked up and saw the sun blazing brightly in the sky.

The trees shimmered with vitality, glowing softly as they swayed in the breeze. But before he could make sense of his surroundings—

ROAR! GRAWL!

A chorus of monstrous roars erupted around him.

In the next breath, he was surrounded—Volkoid Beasts encircled him on all sides, eyes gleaming with bloodlust, muscles tensed with violent anticipation.

“Supreme Demon Technique.”

Xandros didn’t hesitate. With a cold glint in his eyes, he activated his technique, his body exuding a monstrous wave of demonic Originat that distorted the air.

He scanned the beasts.

They were powerful—equal in cultivation to himself. And they weren’t just random creatures—ancient in aura, legendary in form. Dragons. Phoenixes. Tigers. Each one a dominant name in the outside world. The pressure they released was suffocating.

“What kind of inheritance is this?” Xandros growled internally.

He had already faced countless brushes with death. He felt the weight of it on his soul. And yet, he still had no idea what inheritance he was after. All he could hope for now was that this inheritance would be worth every drop of blood he had shed.

ROAR!

Several Volkoid Beasts lunged forward, their roars shaking the forest.

Xandros gripped his weapon tight, his killing intent bursting out with the force of a tidal wave. His demonic Originat surged through his veins like fire.

Without hesitation, he charged toward the advancing beasts, eyes burning with fury, battle spirit, and an unshakable will to survive.

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