I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 311

Chapter 311: Memory Fragment (3)

Xandros continued walking through the forest, yet as his feet moved, his mind was consumed with a storm of thoughts. There was no sign, no guide, no whisper of what to expect—no instruction about what to do or what was happening. Everything that had befallen him here was abrupt, chaotic… deadly. One wrong step, one second of hesitation, and he would’ve been devoured—dragged into the pit of death itself.

He couldn’t understand why there were no rules, no warnings. During the beast stampede, for instance, nothing had indicated he needed to survive for a specific amount of time. It had simply begun—and just as suddenly, the Volkoid beasts had withdrawn.

The golden light… the divine energy… It all felt like someone—or something—was watching, orchestrating these battles from the shadows. That thought only deepened the confusion clouding his heart.

As he pressed forward, the trees began to thin. The forest was nearing its end.

Then suddenly—a shift.

Xandros felt it, like passing through a veil. A ripple in space. He stepped forward and found himself on a wide, open clearing.

Before him stood two armored statues, towering and solemn, forged of obsidian and iron, each resting beside the base of a looming mountain. In the center, between them, was a massive stone door—its ancient carvings glowing faintly.

Xandros narrowed his eyes. He believed this was the passage—his path to the next level.

He hesitated, falling into deep thought.

Then—movement.

The statues stirred. Metal groaned. The armored giants came alive.

Xandros shook his head grimly. He wasn’t ready for this fight—not yet.

Turning quickly, he tried to retreat into the forest, but—

BANG!

A blinding shimmer flashed behind him. A barrier had appeared—sealing the forest path, cutting off all escape.

Xandros froze in place. The armored statues were already advancing.

Then—they vanished.

BOOM!

They reappeared right in front of him, their immense speed blurring space itself. Xandros barely had time to react—his instincts kicked in, driving his body to the side.

He dodged. Somehow, impossibly, he evaded both of their devastating punch strikes—by leaping above them in a narrow arc.

But then—darkness.

The sky above him twisted with shadow. He looked up—

Two fists. Falling. Fast.

There was no escape.

Xandros didn’t even resist. He braced himself as the armored fists slammed into him, hammering his body into the earth. Bones cracked. Pain tore through him. The ground split, forming a pit beneath him.

He lay there, broken, staring at the sky. Not even a full minute had passed, yet his enemies had already taught him a brutal, unforgettable lesson.

Another shadow loomed. Two more fists surged toward the crater.

No hesitation.

“Supreme Demon Technique!”

“Supreme Demon Steps!”

A monstrous wave of Demonic Originat erupted from his body as he vanished from the pit just before the blow struck.

BOOM!

The fists hit the earth. A violent explosion erupted, cracks rippling outward like spiderwebs. Another pit was forged by their sheer force.

Xandros reappeared behind them, panting heavily.

He had escaped—barely.

When he looked down at his wounds, he was stunned. The damage was severe… but healing.

His eyes widened in awe. The golden liquid—it had boosted his healing ability. Tremendously.

A fierce gleam lit his eyes.

His confidence surged.

The battle was far from over.

Xandros didn’t waste a second—he drew his weapons, his twin swords, their darkened blades gleaming under the fading light. With Supreme Demon Steps, his figure became a blur, faster than a flash, a streak of shadow across the battlefield. He appeared above one of the armored statues, striking down with lethal precision.

CLANG!

The clash rang out like a thunderous bell. Xandros gritted his teeth, shaking his head. Their defense… it was monstrous. But what truly rattled him—what chipped away at his confidence—was the sight before him.

His sword had been caught.

The statue had raised its massive hand and caught his attack mid-air, its grip unyielding, unmoved by the force behind Xandros’ strike.

Then, without hesitation, it swung him—violently—smashing him toward the ground once again. The earth trembled.

They gave him no time to breathe, no moment to gather his stance. The statues pressed on with cold, merciless rhythm.

If not for the raw instinct guiding his body at times—reacting before thought—his injuries would have already crippled him. These armored statues weren’t just sentries; they were executioners.

Still, Xandros battled on.

He parried. Dodged. Countered. Each time he saw an opening, no matter how small, he struck. His clashes with both statues turned into a storm of motion and fury.

But then, he noticed something grim.

The rate at which he was sustaining injuries… was beginning to equal the rate at which his body healed.

Even so, he clenched his jaw and pushed forward. He remembered. He had faced two armored statues once before—on his way to the bridge. And then, too, there had been a time limit.

Though he didn’t know how long he had to endure this time—no ticking clock, no signal—he knew one thing:

If he kept going… it would end.

“Supreme Demon Sword!”

With a roar, he released a massive wave of killing intent, channeling it into his blade. Demonic Originat surged through the weapon, dark energy crackling along its edge.

Then he vanished again—Supreme Demon Step launched him forward.

This was the moment he had waited for.

He reappeared behind one of the statues, but this time—not alone. Three Xandroses stood in formation, sword arms raised in a deadly strike.

The statue hadn’t expected it. As one of the mirrored figures watched, the other struck—Xandros’ blade hammered down upon the statue’s head.

CRACK!

It didn’t split… but a massive dent was left behind. The armored giant staggered, its balance disrupted.

Xandros drew a sharp, triumphant breath.

But the next moment—the other statue moved.

Xandros tensed, ready for another strike—but the statue did not attack. Instead, it brought its massive gauntlets together in a heavy clasp.

A flash of energy rippled through the air.

Then—multiplication.

Two… three… four… five… six… seven…

Xandros’ eyes widened as the armored statue continued to split. Eight… nine… ten.

Ten statues now stood before him.

Dread crashed down on him like a tidal wave. His jaw fell open as cold sweat slid down his spine. All ten statues turned, their hollow eyes fixed on him.

“Fuck whoever made this trial!” he cursed, voice echoing into the deathly quiet as rage burst from within.

He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or scream—but one thing was certain:

This trial of this statues had only just begun.