Sorry guys, it was thank to William that I realized that too much description of everything wasn't away to go and I realized that I was dragging the awakening thingy way too much than necessary. So from here were going to go full speed so please be ready.
Again: Thank you @William_Wilson_6078!
Parker sucked in a breath, slow and deep, before dragging a hand down his face. He had way too much shit to deal with, and maybe—just maybe—he should stop running around like a headless chicken and take things one at a time.
[That's what happens when you mix magic and cosmic-level bullshit with a normal-ass world.]
Fair point. There were gods. The Origin Families. The Olympian Champions. And his own family drama—not the Blackwoods, because fuck all that, but Nyxilith's. And because the universe had it out for him, the world wasn't even done screwing with him yet.
There were hidden forces out there, shit on the same level as the gods, maybe even worse. And then there was the whole Ether Community situation, his own personal mess, the actual hell he had to go through just to bring his beasts back to life without them pulling a Godzilla and wiping out a city or two.
Oh, and his siblings.
Yeah. That was an entirely different nightmare he wasn't eager to experience. And guess what? One of them was already here. But that wasn't about to stop Parker from enjoying his life.
The world could keep throwing hands with him, but he was still gonna plunder this urban hellhole and then move on to other worlds in the multiverse.
Priorities first: Tessa, Elena, and Naomi.
Naomi might still be shaken—kidnapping will do that to a person—so he had to check on her.
Parker stepped out of his bedroom, descending the unnecessarily massive spiraling stairs of his ridiculously expensive three-story mansion. His room was, obviously, on the highest floor. Because why wouldn't it be?
With his heightened senses, nothing in the house escaped him—not the hum of the AC, not the faint creak of the walls settling, and definitely not the slow, steady breathing of the three women downstairs.
The mansion itself? Pure opulence. Towering archways. Dark-veined marble lining the walls. Floors so polished they basically acted as mirrors. And the ceiling? A whole-ass gold-plated masterpiece, glowing under the soft lighting like some divine flex.
This wasn't just luxury. This was "I could buy your entire bloodline" levels of wealth.
Ere trailed behind him, tail flicking. Watching. Judging. Probably plotting something.
This wasn't "luxury." This was obscene wealth. Parker reached the ground floor, Ere shadowing him like the little menace she was.
He moved toward a particular set of giant, overly dramatic doors, pushed them open, and stepped into an enormous hall. But past all that grandeur, beyond the opulent excess was a hidden chamber—one most people wouldn't even know existed, hidden beyond the surface.
Three floating figures, wrapped in multicolored cocoons, absolutely drowning in Omni Energy.
Ere flicked her tail, eyes narrowing. "The fuck's happening to them?"
Parker didn't react, just exhaled through his nose and strolled toward the chair—the only one in the room. He sank into it, one leg draped over the other, fingers tapping against the armrest. Since he had to wait, he might as well check his status.
Name: Parker (Nyxilith) Black
Power Level: Primal (Tier 5)
Path: Nyxborn Chaos Path (Nine abilities)
Abilities: None. (Abilities now represent the powers master has plundered!)
Halo: Plundering (Everything about the prince, representation of nothing to everything! Master can own and wield all kinds of Halos he plunders.)
Corruption/Purity: 100% Evil / 90% Smiling Devil
Items/Treasures:.Cheap Glasses, Midnight Ring, Phoenix Sword!]
Now a Tier Five, Parker's stats were so fucking high that he didn't even need magic to knock the strongest man alive into a pile of crashed bones with just his physical strength. No spells, no buffs, just a raw bitch slap of doom. If someone tried to flex, he could deadass just punch their soul out of existence like he was collecting debt.
[Master can view Plunder abilities whenever he wishes!]
Yeah, he'd get to that—eventually. Right now, he wasn't about to fry his own damn brain cells by rushing into information he already understood. It was funny—having this much power, yet still needing to be cautious as hell. Like, he had enough strength to uppercut a skyscraper, but if he moved recklessly, karma was gonna clap back hard.
Honestly? It was kinda nice. He wasn't in a hurry. He wasn't powerless. He had Ere by his side.
And at the end of the day, the system wasn't even capable of showing the full extent of what he could actually do. This shit was basically a LinkedIn profile for overpowered freaks—a neat little summary that completely ignored the finer details.
Because if the numbers told the real story, there'd be an extra section labeled:
"Shit Parker Can Do That Even the System Doesn't Understand."
And under it? A long-ass list, including rune mastery, reality-warping, and the ability to paint like a goddamn Renaissance prodigy. But nope. The system just hit him with a "lol, can't process that, good luck!"
And the best part? His abilities section was empty. Not because he didn't have any, but because Plunder stole whatever he needed and made it his own. Because technically, he didn't need abilities. He just stole whatever he needed and made it his own. So yeah, Parker wasn't just a monster—he was a walking, talking existential nightmare.
Still it was like having an unlimited power buffet—but one wrong move, and he'd overdose on god-tier bullshit, turning himself into a magical coma patient real fast.
Honestly, his status screen should've just said:
Race: Fuck Around and Find Out
Abilities: Whatever the hell I want
Weaknesses: Being an idiot about it
And another warning sign under warning anyone "you know what, The Prince of Existence can now even Plunder Halos"." Whatever hell was that even possible? He didn't have that kind of power before. Stealing someone's halo? With a sigh, Parker closed the screen, rubbing his temples.
At this point the system could barely keep up with his powers and this was just the beginning and he felt like, the only real reason to keep the system around? Money. And Parker? Oh, he was gonna milk every fucking cent out of it.
His gaze shifted to Tessa and the other two, eyeing them with that so y'all are part of the supernatural club now expression. How the hell were they gonna take this? Were they gonna be chill about it? Or was this about to be a full-on oh god, what have we become existential crisis?
Because let's be real—not everyone wanted this life. Not everyone wanted to wake up one day and realize they weren't normal anymore. And unintentionally, Parker had made that decision for them.
They got dragged into his chaos while he was unconscious, and now? Now, they had to deal with it, would they hate it? Love it? Resent him for it?
Guess he'd find out soon enough because they were soon going to wake up.