Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 572

Chapter 572: New Seraphina

The attacks hit Judgment like a crimson tsunami of ‘fuck you and everything you stand for,’ but instead of the satisfying impact they expected, she simply… wasn’t there.

She materialized behind Seraphina with the casual confidence of someone who’d just proven a point, fist already in motion.

But Seraphina had inherited more than just vampire abilities from her new bloodline.

She executed a backward somersault that existed in four dimensions simultaneously, her leg whipping up in a kick that created its own gravitational field and probably confused several nearby planets about which way was up.

The blood shield that erupted around her and Erebus wasn’t just defense—it was architecture. A structure made of weaponized life force that caught Judgment’s punch and immediately began converting the kinetic energy into something infinitely nastier.

The pulse of impact rippled through the blood barrier like cosmic feedback, and as it traveled, it transformed.

By the time it reached the outer edge, it had become a drill made of compressed time and crystallized violence, launching itself at Judgment with the fury of a concept that had decided to get personally involved in this bullshit.

“Woooow,” Judgment said, actually sounding impressed as she caught the drill barehanded and crushed it into pretty red sparkles that probably tasted like regret. “Not bad. You’ve both gotten creative since I was gone.”

But there was something in her tone—approval mixed with the kind of exhaustion that came from dealing with cosmic family drama on a Tuesday.

“SERAPHINA!” Parker’s voice cut through the dimensional chaos with the authority of someone who’d just watched his twelve-year-old daughter join a fight between primordial forces and was having Dad Thoughts about appropriate conflict resolution. “Come here, Dad wants to see ya. NOW.”

The request hit the battlefield like a cosmic emergency brake applied by God himself.

Seraphina immediately stopped spinning, Erebus’s reality-bending attacks fizzled out like a broken television, and even the damaged dimensions seemed to pause in their healing to pay attention to the man who could apparently tell primordial forces to sit the fuck down.

Erebus shrank back down to normal cat size and leaped into Seraphina’s arms, both of them looking appropriately chastened but still buzzing with adrenaline like kids who’d been caught setting the kitchen on fire but were secretly proud of how pretty the flames looked.

“When did we two become allies?” Erebus asked, genuinely curious. “Last time we met, you tried to drain my blood for ‘scientific purposes.'”

“That was for science!” Seraphina protested with the innocent indignation of someone whose experiments occasionally involved cosmic entities and usually ended with someone filing a complaint with the Department of Universal Safety.

“Besides, I felt the fight and joined the unfortunate side because it looked fun!”

“UNFORTUNATE SIDE YOU SAY?!” Erebus’s voice hit frequencies that made several nearby dimensions wince and probably consider relocating to a quieter neighborhood. “I was handling her! I had strategies! I was using advanced dimensional manipulation that would’ve made reality itself cry!”

“You were throwing a cosmic tantrum,” Seraphina pointed out with the brutal honesty that only twelve-year-olds could deliver without getting punched in the face. “There’s a difference between strategy and just hitting things really hard with shadows until they stop moving.”

“Those weren’t just shadows! Those were conceptual voids designed to—”

“To what? Make her mildly inconvenienced? Because that’s about all they accomplished.”

Judgment turned her blind gaze toward Parker with an expression that clearly communicated: ‘See? This is what I have to deal with. A primordial entity arguing tactics with a preteen who’s technically right.’

Maya stepped forward before the argument could evolve into another cosmic incident that would require paperwork.

“Judgment,” she said warmly, walking over to embrace the winged woman like they were old friends meeting at a coffee shop instead of standing in the wreckage of what used to be a palace roof. “Welcome back. It’s good to have you whole again.”

The embrace was genuine, affectionate, and completely ignored the fact that reality was still filing complaints about the dimensional damage.

“It’s good to be back, Maya,” Judgment replied, her voice soft with real emotion. “Thank you for keeping them from destroying everything while I was… indisposed.”

“So,” Maya said with a knowing smile as they pulled apart, “when is this eternal feud with Erebus going to end? Because I’m pretty sure you two have been at each other’s throats for longer than most civilizations have existed.”

Judgment’s expression became thoughtful, almost philosophical. “End? Why would I want it to end? I’ve always needed someone to beat up to anchor myself to reality. Keeps me grounded, reminds me I’m more than just an abstract concept floating through existence judging people’s life choices. Besides,” she glanced at Erebus, who was still arguing with Seraphina, “she enjoys it too, at least the whole her does.

“Violence is her love language. It’s like the world’s most aggressive therapy session.”

They both laughed, the sound warm and familiar, like old friends sharing an inside joke that spanned millennia and probably involved at least three wars. Parker though was hugging his little vampire as she curled into him as they both laughed.

“Come on, Cuteball!” Judgment called out suddenly, her voice bright with the kind of affection that could power small galaxies.

Nyxavere’s head snapped up like she’d been struck by cosmic lightning. Without hesitation, she broke away from the crowd and went running into Judgment’s arms with the enthusiasm of someone who’d just remembered their favorite person in all of existence.

As they embraced, memories flooded back—not the gentle awakening of knowledge, but a tsunami of shared experiences that hit her like a cosmic freight train loaded with pure nostalgia.

Aunt Chione had taught her virtues, elegance, everything ladylike and proper and boring as hell that made her love her so much. But Aunt Judgment? Judgment had been the one among her other aunts who taught her that if you were capable of magnificent chaos, why the fuck should you be humble about it?

The memories came in vivid flashes: sneaking into distant realms with Ignisra to cause “educational disruptions” while Nyxara and Selzara kept watch and Judgment made sure no real harm came to her precious niece.

How many omnipotents had tried to scold the “misbehaving child” only to find themselves facing a very protective cosmic entity with serious anger management issues and zero patience for people who bothered her family?

How many Reality Benders had they “politely discouraged” from bothering the family by showing them what happened when you made Judgment actually angry?

Zhang Ruoyun watched as Nyxavere’s entire being crackled with renewed energy, power fluctuating around her like visible joy mixed with the kind of love that could restart dead stars.

The girl was remembering exactly how precious family was, how loved her, spolit her endlessly and they’d always had her back, how they’d turned the entire multiverse into her personal playground while making sure she stayed safe and happy and probably a little bit too spoiled.

‘Yes,’ Zhang thought with satisfaction. The plan is working perfectly.

[Should we wake up the twins and Selzara too?] Levi’s voice crackled in Parker’s mind, sharp with anticipation and probably a little bit of anxiety about what would happen when they had even more powerful entities running around.

Parker nodded slightly, but his expression suggested there was more to this plan than just family bonding and nostalgic hugs.

The goal wasn’t just to make Nyxavere remember how much she loved them. There was something else—something deeper.

Something that might be the key to saving her from whatever game was being played with her soul.

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