I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"I DECLARE THE BEGINNING OF THE LUMINARI ACADEMY COMPETITION!"

A blue-haired young man stood at the center of the arena, saying this.

"A total of 523 first-year students have participated in this competition," the blue-haired teacher, or rather, the referee in charge of the competition, said. He wasn't using a microphone but instead amplified his voice with Originat.

This competition is only for the first year of the Luminari Academy. At the academy, students study for only three years, meaning he or she would have turned eighteen by the time they graduate. The academy believes that by this age, students should be able to stand on their own.

This was the same for all other academies. There are only three years of study.

"I give special thanks to the Chancellor and Vice Chancellor for giving us the opportunity to host this competition and for appointing me as the coordinator of this event," the blue-haired young man said, bowing in the direction of the Vice Chancellor, who waved his hand in response.

This made the entire crowd of students scream.

Draco, who heard the screams, was confused as to why they were shouting like this. They were just causing unnecessary noise.

"All first-year students, step forward to the arena now," the referee announced.

A large part of the crowd came forward, signifying they were first-year students. Draco also stepped forward. Of course, before Lyraea left him, he had to soothe her with promises that he would cook her plenty of meat. Only after hearing this did she leave him alone.

He handed her over to Alya before heading downstage.

"Is that guy really a first-year?"

"Same here. I thought he was a third-year student."

"I heard that the second- and third-years had their own competition, but it was held in secret."

"I heard that too. But if he's a first-year, why haven't we seen him before?"

"I don't know. Maybe he's the son of the Chancellor or Vice Chancellor."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Yeah, he might be some special student with a great background."

As soon as Draco joined the crowd, he stood out because of his stature and appearance. With his dragon, phoenix, and demon class, he naturally exuded a noble aura, making the crowd suspect he had a special background.

When Draco heard the murmurs of the students, he was speechless. What great imaginations they had!

The entire first-year class gathered in the arena. Of course, the seats weren't empty, as they were occupied by second- and third-year students along with teachers. Additionally, some elders of the academy were seated, waiting to see if they could find talented students to train.

The teacher waved his hands, and flickering white lights appeared over the arena. The lights flew towards the students, with each student receiving their own.

"That token is your contestant number. If I call your number, you are to come forward to participate in the competition," the teacher said.

Draco looked at his token and saw the number 99 on it. It seemed he was one of the earlier contestants.

"What's your number?" Rose asked, hoping to know Draco's number.

Draco didn't keep it a secret. It wasn't a big deal, after all.

"Yours is ninety-nine; mine is twenty-five," Rose pouted. Draco found her expression adorable, wanting to pinch her lovely cheeks.

"I know some of you are curious about the content of the competition. But it wouldn't be fun if you knew it," the referee said, prompting murmurs from the crowd.

How is this fun? You're just keeping our hearts on edge, which is pointless. This could cause a heart attack, you know. The first-year students felt like saying this to the teacher.

Alas, they couldn't. They knew this was the academy's way. Were they going to fight against the academy?

"Now, there are three stages in the competition. We'll begin with the first selection," the blue-haired young man announced, waving his hand. The ground parted, and a red button appeared in front of him.

"Are you all ready?" the young man shouted.

The first-year students, feeling enthusiastic, responded with a loud "Yes!" Their blood boiled as they prepared to make their names known in Luminari Academy, Aerthys, and Calonia.

Draco felt speechless. More than ten minutes had passed, and they hadn't even started anything.

The blue-haired young man pressed the red button. A screen appeared in the air, displaying the words:

FIRST SELECTION: SHOW WHAT YOU ARE MADE OF.

Everyone felt speechless. Draco stared at the words, feeling exasperated. Why not just call this a comedy show? he thought.

The words dissolved into sprinkles. The arena ground separated, and a machine emerged, drawing everyone's attention. A screen on top of the machine displayed the words:

PUNCH ME.

The entire first-year crowd was speechless again. Was this really a competition, or were they just putting on a comedy show?

"This is a machine used to test your strength and control. So, you have to show what you are made of, or you won't pass this selection," the young man said.

"Oh, also, if you can't pass the score of 1000, you are disqualified. So, I advise you to use your whole strength," he added.

"Contestant 01."

An average-looking young man came forward as he entered the arena.

Using his ability or skill, a small lamp of life appeared in his hand as he threw his punch.

The other first-year students were confused as to why this student wasted his strength by using his ability or skill. Did he want to show off?

The young man hit the screen, and words appeared in the air:

"Contestant 01 - 1002 (Passed)"

A robotic voice declared this, and the whole crowd was shocked.

They weren't shocked because of the robotic voice but because of the guy's score. On top of everything, he narrowly passed the threshold.

So this is what the first selection is all about... everyone thought.

Their eyes flickered with battle intent.

The guy who struck the machine was shocked. He had used all his strength, and this was what it amounted to. The reason he used all his strength was to show off, not expecting that it was what saved him from being disqualified.

When the average young man thought of the next section, his expression turned bleak. He narrowly passed this section because he had used all his strength, and he felt no hope of passing the second selection.

"So weak," Draco muttered, feeling the strike of the average young man. It looks like this selection is a piece of cake. I'll just control my strength to that level to avoid attracting too much attention.

"I wonder how this first year will fare. We need talent to participate in the academy's contest now that we have lost our SS-RANKED talent," someone remarked.

In a special area of the audience seats, a group of middle-aged men, slightly older men, and women sat together. The Vice Chancellor was part of this group. They were ten in number. It was one of the older men who spoke.

"You haven't found anything on them?" the Vice Chancellor asked.

"No. They've hidden themselves quite well. If I ever find them, I'll make them experience my wrath," one of the older men said, his body flickering with fire and thunder.

"Don't blow up the hall, Old Yamato," another older man said, his eyes sneaky and venomous.

"Serpit, you better shut your mouth," Old Yamato shouted.

"You both should stop behaving like kids. You are elders of the Academy. Do you want to disgrace yourselves in front of the contestants?" another older man said.

If the old Draco were here, he would have been surprised to see this old man. He was Doctor Shaw, the one who treated him.

Both old men kept quiet as they snorted. It seemed they feared Doctor Shaw.

With this piece of silence, they all turned to the first-year students to watch their progress.

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Few contestants had tested their strength; some passed, while others were disqualified. Those who were disqualified begged for another chance, but it was all in vain.

You only have one chance. It's up to you to use it wisely.

"Contestant 25."

"I guess it's my turn. Pray for me," Rose chuckled, while Draco rolled his eyes at her words. He knew this was a piece of cake for Rose.

As Rose stepped forward, the crowd of first-year students became lively.

"Isn't that the Tigress, ranked third in the Beauty Rankings?"

"I wonder what her score will be."

"It's said her strength is among the top three in our group, as she awakened an S-Ranked Talent Ability."

The crowd looked at Rose, eager to see how strong she was.

Rose walked elegantly to the arena, standing before the screen that displayed the words, "Punch Me."

She threw a punch, and the whole crowd fell silent.

"Contestant 25 - 4,312"

The robotic voice announced her score.

"Wow, as expected of the Tigress. She nailed it!"

"Yes, even I feel ashamed of my result."

The crowd erupted with excitement as they saw her score. She was truly on an entirely different level from them.

Rose, who saw their reaction, maintained a neutral expression as she stepped down from the arena.

"How did I do?" Rose asked as she reached Draco's side.

Draco felt speechless at her question. This is a piece of cake for you, so why are you looking at me with such puppy eyes?

"You did great," he replied. His words made blood rush to her face, and she smiled in joy. Draco shook his head, watching her reaction.

This was yet another episode, as the noise of the crowd subsided and the next contestant was called.

The process went on and on. Contestants were called...

"Contestant 99..."