I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

"Contestant 99"

Draco heard his number being called and walked out of the crowd to get tested.

"It's the young man—the teacher's young man!"

"I wonder what his result will be."

"Didn't you notice the tigress was beside him the whole time?"

"What? When? Why didn't you talk?"

"He's so handsome. I feel like a young maiden in love."

"I want to carry his baby."

Different murmurs could be heard as Draco stepped into the arena.

On stage, he looked at the screen displaying the words "Punch Me" and fell into thought. He observed how Contestant 1 struck—the guy used his Originat and ability to power his punch.

Draco knew he was stronger than the guy, so he used only a wisp of his Originat, barely amplifying his hand. He didn't use much force—just a simple punch. That's all it took to strike the screen.

"Huh? What happened?" Draco was surprised by the silent crowd. "Did I use too little strength and fail the test?" he thought as he turned to check his score.

"It is finished." That was Draco's first thought.

The score "10,590" glared back at Draco, who began twitching. This hadn't gone according to plan.

"Wow! Did you see that?"

"10,590! Is he really a first-year student? I think he's a second or third year. How can someone have such a result?"

"Yes, I feel devastated thinking about my own result. His is ten times mine!"

The whole crowd of first-years erupted in astonishment. Even those sitting and watching were stunned. The second- and third-year students stared at Draco with flickering gazes.

"As expected of Master," Alya giggled at the scene.

Blum, Ming, Rose, Daniel, Sharon, and Adrianna—who had already witnessed Draco's strength—weren't surprised. They knew that one true punch from him could destroy the arena. This was the strength of Draco they were familiar with.

Draco thought of raising his hand to protest that this wasn't his score, but what could he say? Everyone had seen him punch the screen.

If his stats hadn't been halved, he might have been proud. However, having died once and regained memories of his past life, he knew it was better to stay low-key and avoid exposing too much of his strength.

That's why Draco had been holding back. Even when fighting Volkoid, he hadn't used his full power, as he hadn't found an opponent strong enough to force him to his limits. His true strength had only been revealed when he went on a rampage while half-conscious.

Draco gloomily walked back to where he had been standing.

"Why does your face look gloomy?" Rose asked, noticing his expression.

"Nothing," Draco replied, forcing a smile to hide his frustration.

"Xylara!" Draco shouted mentally.

"What? What happened now?" Xylara's voice rang out.

"Didn't you say my strength was halved?"

"Yes, it was. What's wrong?" Xylara appeared beside him.

Draco began narrating how he had gotten tested and how the small amount of strength he used had still produced such a high result, making him the center of attention.

Xylara felt speechless after hearing his explanation. "You said you used your Originat for the punch?"

Draco nodded.

"Have you forgotten that you have a 20x multiplier? So even though your strength is halved, you're still a defying genius," Xylara chuckled.

"I know, but the gap isn't supposed to be this big. Don't they have their own multipliers?" Draco asked.

"Do you think it's easy to get a multiplier or a divinity mark?" Xylara felt like laughing. "Only those with a unique system or a god's system can have multipliers."

Draco felt enlightened. He had assumed everyone had a multiplier.

"Your friends and lover are examples of such people."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me that?" Draco ranted mentally.

Xylara rolled her eyes at his outburst. Did you really think they could have survived your demon rampage without one?

Draco glanced at Rose, who smiled back at him. He now understood why Rose's punch had scored over 4,000. She had her own multiplier.

Xylara shook her head at Draco's expression of sudden understanding. He hadn't fully utilized his stats. Because of his high stats, he hadn't learned what it felt like to truly push himself to the brink of death.

Stats such as Dexterity (DEX) and Intelligence (INT) were tools he hadn't fully explored. His inflated power meant he rarely needed to rely on them.

"Oh, also, Alya's cultivation will need to start over. So don't plan on depending on her," Xylara added before vanishing.

The competition continued, and Draco was surprised to see Adrianna getting tested. He had no idea she had entered the competition.

Blum, Ming, and the others were tested next. Their scores were as high as Rose's, which didn't surprise Draco, but the crowd was in an uproar. Rose's group of five was already popular in the academy as the strongest first-year students.

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"There are a lot more geniuses among the first years than expected," one of the elders said, seated among the spectators.

"Yes, especially that silver-haired young man. I wonder which main family he is from and the rank of his ability," Old Yamato commented.

"Shaw, I heard your granddaughter brought him to the academy. Do you know his background?" the Vice Chancellor inquired.

"I didn't think the young man would be so strong, so I didn't ask her," Dr. Shaw replied.

The Vice Chancellor nodded. "We'll need more information about him. If his background is clean, he's worth training and could be used as a trump card."

All the elders nodded in agreement with the Vice Chancellor's words. They had seen Draco's punch—a casual strike that exhibited strength surpassing that of a Level 25 Originat Cultivator.

"We can't jump to conclusions. Let's wait until the end of the test before making any declarations. He might not be as strong as we think, so let's calm down and watch," Dr. Shaw advised.

The elders agreed. What if Draco's attack had been the full extent of his strength, and his casual demeanor was just an act? They suppressed their excitement and turned their attention back to the competition.

"Now, we've reached the end of the first section of the competition. A total of 321 students have passed," the blue-haired referee announced.

"If you know you've been disqualified, kindly return to your seat," he continued.

The disqualified students clenched their fists in frustration, feeling sullen. If only they'd been a bit stronger, they thought as they begrudgingly returned to their seats.

"Now, we move on to the second section of the competition: Show What You're Made Of (2)," the blue-haired referee declared with an exaggerated pose.

Draco was speechless. This competition seemed hopeless—they didn't even bother to change the name. Is the academy truly this uninspired? he thought.

It wasn't just Draco. The entire cohort of first-year students shared the same thought.

"The second section will take place in a new location. This is a battle for points—you must kill Volkoid within the next two days. The top 100 contestants with the highest scores will advance to the final round," the referee explained.

"You'll need to rely on your strength, tactics, and intelligence to succeed in this round," he added, observing the determined expressions of the students.

"Oh, and one more thing: You can be eliminated before the end of the round. Plundering other contestants' points is allowed."

The first-years collectively took a deep breath. Apart from the danger posed by the Volkoid, they now had to be wary of their peers.

Draco unconsciously licked his lips at the word plunder. This is going to be interesting, he thought.

He waved his hand, and another token appeared with a number engraved on it. Seeing the number "99," Draco chuckled. It seemed fate had tied him to this number.

After everyone received their tokens, the blue-haired referee pressed a red button.

A glaring light enveloped the arena, and Draco found himself standing in a forest.

"Xylara, what just happened?" Draco asked in surprise.

"You've been teleported. I didn't realize the entire arena was built atop a teleportation rune," Xylara replied.

ROAR!!

Draco turned to see a horned, elephant-sized crocodile roaring as it advanced toward him, ready to devour its prey.

BOOM!

The crocodile's surroundings turned dark as it collapsed. What just happened? That was the last thought that crossed the creature's mind before its eyes dimmed and it faded away.

[You have killed a Level 22 Gold Dracocrocodile. You are rewarded with 320 EXP and 50 PP] ×20

"So weak," Draco muttered, glancing at the hole in the crocodile's head—a result of his punch. Checking his token, a screen appeared displaying his score: 25, ranking him 112th.

Draco shook his head at the ranking.

He opened his Status panel.

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**STATUS:**

**Host Name:** Draco Xandrosn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

**Race:** Human [25%], Dragon [25%], Phoenix [25%], Demon [25%]

**Level:** 30

**EXP:** 206,400/ 15,000,000

**Class:** Plunderer, Dragonborn, Demon Lord, Phoenixborn

**Talent:** Plunder, ????? Dragon Power, ????? Phoenix Power

**Skills:** Plunder, Dragon Power, Phoenix Power, Appraisal

**Physique:** None

**Affinity (Energy/Element):** Fire, Earth, Water, Wood, Wind, Sword, Archer, Spear, Lightning, Draconic, Demonic, Phoenix, Dark...

**HP:** 20,000 / 20,000 (10,000/10,000)

**MP:** 20,000 / 20,000 (10,000/10,000)

**STR:** 1,180 (590)

**AGI:** 1,160 (580)

**INT:** 1,120 (560)

**DEX:** 1,140 (570)

**STA:** 1,180 (590)

**DEF:** 1,280 (640)

**Luck:** 5

**Stats Points:** 0

**SP:** 0

**PP:** 21,806,400

**Inventory:** Bronze Sword, Weapon of Plunder, Hand Gear...

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Draco sighed. He still had a long way to go before leveling up.

Looking around, he muttered, "It's time to farm EXP."