Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 409: [Plunder: Unlocked!]

Among the families, the only domain he didn't have under his belt yet was the one that ruled over law. The legal system of the mundane world.

But honestly? That shit was already crumbling. What was the point of laws in a world that was about to awaken? When gods walked again, and Ether bled into the streets?

Law would become noise.

And noise?

Was easy to mute.

****

The next morning hit different at the Nyxlith Palace.

It wasn't just the vibe—it was the whole damn atmosphere. The place wasn't just glowing—it breathed. Underneath that invisible, unbreakable dome, the estate had officially transformed into a small village of celestial madness. Grand. Quiet. Alive. Every inch of the palace pulsed with a kind of divine rhythm, like it finally remembered what it was supposed to be.

Each Origin Family had their sector, their mansion, their people—and by morning, it was all in motion. Servants, aides, strategists, warriors who decided to get into their armors like they were cosplaying—everyone was up, dressed, and moving. It was like watching royalty and ancient military operations crossfade into one synchronized dance.

The palace wasn't asleep anymore. It was awake, and fully aware of who lived inside it now.

Funny thing?

Parker, the guy who once sat in a dusty attic room wondering if he mattered, was now the center of it all.

The so-called nobodies, the myths, the whispers—they were now the ones running his palace. Not as CEOs or board members. But as blood-bound creations answering to their original blueprint.

To outsiders, the palace just looked like an elegant, protected estate—but those who knew, really knew, understood what this place was.

This was the control center of Earth.

Because while humans fantasized about secret shadow families pulling strings, creating puppet governments and playing Monopoly with global empires… they had no clue the real ones already existed. Not even the Big Five Families had the balls or brains to grasp the full scale.

They thought they were smart. They thought they were hiding in the dark, but the real shadows?

They owned the night.

Take Robert Blackwood, for example. The guy could've ruled the USA with raw power alone. No army, no politics—just pure force. Yet all he ever publicly owned was a pharmaceutical company. One that had already crumbled, thanks to Parker.

And did he rebuild?

No.

Because that was the difference.

To Earthlings, owning skyscrapers and Fortune 500s meant power. To the Origin Families? Power was deciding where those skyscrapers got built and who stayed rich enough to keep them standing.

That was real control—surgical, quiet, permanent.

And not even Parker had to lift a finger.

They didn't have to restrain anymore.

Not the energy. Not the bloodlines. Not the sheer truth of what the Nyxlith Palace had become.

It wasn't just a home—it was a palace with a literal army of extraordinary beings moving through it like it was just another Tuesday. No illusions. No cloaking spells. No tiptoeing around mundanes. Just raw, supernatural presence existing in broad daylight like it owned the planet—because it kinda did.

Across the main courtyard, Elena and Naomi spotted it.

A massive wolf—fur still glistening from a fresh transformation—shrinking down, limbs cracking and folding like fluid steel until it stood upright, fully human. Muscles tight under obsidian armor, silver tribal runes etched across the plating like it was tattooed by the moon itself.

A heavy spear strapped across his back, eyes glowing faintly even in human form.

And the dude just nodded like he was heading out to grab coffee.

Naomi blinked. "So this is our life now?"

She wasn't mad. Just amused. Kinda fascinated.

There was something wild about knowing your daily stroll might include brushing shoulders with a werewolf knight, a vampire assassin doing squats in the garden, or a freaking elf engineer weaving enchantments into fiber optic cables on your front lawn.

"A we gonna see people walking around in armor every damn day now?" she muttered, sipping her morning coffee as another Shadow Army guard passed by—armor clicking, sword humming with barely restrained magic.

Elena sighed.

"Guess we better start a dress code." they laughed.

****

The spies from the Ashford young generation had tried lurking around Parker. Their spies had been watching from day one, sitting in parked vans and hidden buildings, whispering to each other like they were in some spy thriller. At first, they saw nothing. Just pretty gates and a few security protocols.

But then the energy shifted.

When they realized the Origin Families were in the vicinity? They bailed. Fast.

They knew the rules. Watching the Origin Families was the fastest way to get deleted. No warnings. No slow poison. Just—gone.

Sure, the supernaturals were allowed in this territory on paper as long as they didn't stirr trouble. A few old pacts still held. But lurking in the Origin neighborhood?

That was a death wish.

Helena hadn't even tried to do anything nor had Noctavine. The supernaturala knew the code. Never to whisper anything regarding the Ether Community to outsiders even though they were you bosses mostly especially about the Origin Families who were the real bosses of the supernaturals before the ones who actually paid them.

And like that, the Ashford spies when they saw the place they were in, where Parker had entered? They'd retreated immediately and were sure as hell weren't going to tell anyone about what they saw that night and the morning after!

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Anyway, as the sun poured down from the heavens like melted gold, warming the sleek marble paths and making the enchanted trees shimmer like they'd been dusted with magic powder, a long white limousine eased out through the palace gates. Smooth, slow, like it had all the time in the world. Its polished surface reflected the morning light like a pearl slipping into the world. Silent. Imposing. Regal.

The guards at the outer post of the palace bowed without being asked—because whatever was in that limo, it wasn't just mundane business.

It was the Prince's will in motion.

But up above, on top of the central spire of the palace—the heart of the Nyxlith domain—stood two silhouettes framed by rising sunlight and morning wind.

Parker.

And Zhang Ruoyun.

They didn't speak. Not yet. Just stood across from each other, her half-mask catching a glint of gold as the light broke through the clouds behind her.

She hadn't removed it. Not even now.

Her posture was straight as ever, hair pulled back tight like she was ready for a duel even in silence. The wind pushed her coat lightly around her legs, but she didn't budge. She was stillness. Poised danger wrapped in serenity.

Parker's expression? Quiet. Cold. But there was something in his gaze—not softness, not warmth—but recognition.

Two predators.

Two Existence level beings!

Just standing there, letting the world breathe before they moved again.

"So only me hasn't given you my powers?" Ruoyun asked, her voice low, that calm kind of soft that always felt way too close to dangerous.

Parker chuckled, hands in his pockets, then gave a slow nod. "Mhm. You're the last one."

She stared at him, a little longer than normal. Not just curious—like she was remembering. Something deeper. Something older. Then, without saying anything else, she extended her hand toward him, fingers open, elegant, steady.