I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Memory Fragment (2)

Xandros didn’t know how long he had been battling these Volkoid beasts. They kept coming—no matter how many he slaughtered, they never ceased. Sometimes, he felt the weight of despair creeping in as he gazed upon the hundreds he had already slain, yet they seemed endless.

If not for one realization—that all the Volkoid beasts never attacked him at once—he might have perished long ago. There was no way he could face hundreds simultaneously and survive.

Dragons, phoenixes, serpent-like Volkoids… and even others whose species he couldn’t recognize—Xandros had killed them all. His body was riddled with wounds, some deep enough to reach his bones and marrow.

At some point, he lost count of how many he had killed. He had no idea how much time had passed. The only thing keeping him going was the desire to live… and the thought that Rosaria was still out there, waiting for his return.

These were the flames fueling him—his final reserves of strength—keeping him alive through this relentless slaughter.

SWOOSH!

“Supreme Demon Sword!”

Xandros raised his blood-soaked blade once again, and without pause, resumed his brutal assault, cutting down enemy after enemy.

RING!

Suddenly, a strange sound rang out—a resonance, like an alarm echoing through the battlefield. All the Volkoid beasts halted mid-charge. Then, as one, they raised their heads and roared toward the sky.

Xandros stood alone now, sword in hand, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Most of his skin had peeled away, revealing a mangled body emitting dense, demonic aura. His bones jutted through torn flesh, soaked in blood, covering even his head. He looked at the retreating Volkoids and let out a shaky breath.

Finally… he could rest.

Without warning, golden light descended from above, washing over him, mending his broken body. Xandros watched in awe. The scattered corpses of the beasts around him were also enveloped in the divine light—compressed, dissolved, purified.

And then, a golden liquid began to form—he could only assume it was forged from the essence of the fallen.

That was the last thing Xandros saw before darkness claimed him.

Now that the danger had passed, his body gave in. Before, it had been willpower alone that dragged him forward. Now, it was time to rest.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to dreamless slumber.

Meanwhile, outside…

Rosaria hadn’t left this place for months. Nine months had passed since Xandros entered the Ancient Door.

Her heart rose and fell with every moment, clutched in a constant state of dread.

What gave her a sliver of reassurance was the Soul Talisman, which held a fragment of Xandros’ soul. As long as it remained, he was still alive. If Xandros died, the soul fragment would vanish too.

There were times it flickered—so dim she believed him dead—only for it to blaze again, like a morning star piercing the night.

Each time it dimmed, her heart nearly shattered. And each time it flared back to life, she was flooded with guilt and relief.

She regretted her decision.

When she first met Xandros, it had been with purpose—a motive. According to her research, the Ancient Door held either the strongest inheritance… or the strongest thing in existence. Something capable of elevating someone to the level of world hegemon.

She needed someone to meet the requirements for entry.

Xandros, at first, seemed talentless. She had taken him in, planning to discard him if he failed her expectations.

That was the way of the world.

But slowly… she watched him grow. Stronger. Sharper. Wiser. He began to reflect the very image she sought.

And before she knew it… her heart had been stolen.

She hadn’t wanted to bring him here. But he had begged her for it, again and again, until she relented. Even then, she had ensured a last-resort—a hidden talisman that would teleport him back if he were ever in danger.

“Xandros… you mustn’t die. Don’t forget— I’m still here, waiting for your return,” she whispered, holding his soul talisman tightly, eyes never leaving the sealed Ancient Door.

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“Ah…”

Xandros finally woke from his unconsciousness, his eyes fluttering open to behold the same place as before. But if anyone looked at his surroundings, they would never guess he had just endured a hellish battle between life and death.

Xandros sighed, lifting a hand to his head—not out of physical exhaustion, but from the deep fatigue gnawing at his soul. His body was intact, stronger even… but his spirit was growing weary of the endless trials.

Then, without warning, a golden light burst forth.

Floating within the radiant glow was a small golden bottle, hovering before him like a divine offering.

Xandros gazed at the bottle, instinctively knowing it was meant for him. Without hesitation, he reached out and took it.

The golden light vanished the moment his fingers closed around it.

Wasting no time, Xandros unsealed the bottle and peered inside. A single drop of golden liquid shimmered with divine brilliance, radiating pure, concentrated energy.

He instantly recognized it. It was the very same liquid he had glimpsed just before falling unconscious.

Without a second thought, he brought it to his lips and swallowed.

He had no reason to believe it could harm him—and more importantly, he had no luxury to hesitate. He needed every resource he could find to grow stronger, for he had no idea what awaited him ahead.

The moment the liquid passed down his throat, Xandros felt a surge of pure energy coursing through his veins. It cleansed his blood, washing away impurities. His bones followed—strengthening, refining.

His entire body evolved.

Flesh grew tougher, more flexible. While his cultivation level hadn’t increased, he knew without doubt: his attack and defense had ascended to an entirely new realm.

A wave of black, sticky liquid oozed from his pores—filth expelled by the purifying energy. Then, a flash of golden light burned it away completely, leaving his body cleansed and renewed.

Xandros retrieved a fresh cloth from his space ring.

“It seems Rosaria knew I was going to need a lot of clothes,” he murmured, a smile curling on his lips as he dressed.

Without delay, he stepped forward, entering the forest once more—resuming his journey into the unknown.