I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

In an average-sized building, multiple children aged three and four could be seen playing together; their laughter was a joyful sight to behold. From these little clues, it was evident that this was an orphanage.

"Draco, what do you think of the outside world?"

The young man patted Draco's head. "It's a beautiful place."

Draco's childish face was full of frowns before he suddenly smiled. "The trees, animals, people—I would love to visit them all." He pouted.

"Are they really beautiful?"

The young child muttered to himself. He knew that behind those beautiful scenes, there were rotten beings who would do anything to achieve their goals.

The young man wanted to refuse Draco's request, but seeing those puppy eyes and pure gaze, he sighed and agreed. "Since you want to see such beautiful scenes, let's tell Big Sis Bell that we're going out."

Draco's eyes lit up. "Yay!" He jumped around like a child who had been given his favorite toy. "Thanks, Big Brother Azria!"

"Wow!" Draco stood straight as he looked at the four statues in front of him.

"Those are the statues of the four legendary heroes," Azria said, noticing Draco's pause. Draco's eyes shone like stars.

"The heroes Big Sis Bell used to read to us about!" Small Draco exclaimed, his eyes filled with ecstasy, glued to the faraway statue.

Meanwhile, Azria shook his head, watching Draco's expression.

He didn't know why he didn't feel the same reverence the entire city of Calonia had for the four heroes. Sometimes, the thought that they were beneath him crossed his mind. Even at a young age, he possessed the intelligence of a young man, making him stand out among the children.

"I will be like them one day," Small Draco muttered, his young face determined.

"Then I hope Hero Draco will start protecting me from now on," Azria teased, making Small Draco's chest swell with pride.

"Don't worry! This future hero will protect you!" Small Draco said proudly, patting his chest.

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"Run!" Azria shouted to Draco, and Draco obeyed without hesitation, his small heart unable to handle what was happening.

"Oh? You want to stop us?" The two strange men chuckled in amusement, seeing that Azria didn't run like Draco. "Then we'll play with you."

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A young man's chest was pierced through, blood gushing out.

With his last strength and willpower, he turned toward Draco and mouthed, "Run."

Draco, who was running, turned back for a peek—only to be met with the sight of Azria drenched in his own blood. The crimson liquid spilled from his wounds, pooling beneath him. Immediately, Draco stopped, his eyes growing bleak.

For a small child, this scene was too much to bear. "Big Brother Azria!" he screamed, his face pale, his entire body trembling with fear.

This moment left a significant impact on Draco. If he survived this, he would be traumatized—perhaps even driven mad or senseless.

"Run," Azria mouthed again. But to Small Draco, everything had stopped. Only the image of blood gushing from Azria's wounds remained in his mind. He watched as Azria's eyes dimmed, his body collapsing to the ground, soaked in his own blood.

"You can go join him," one of the men sneered.

These scenes flashed through his mind—his childhood memories with this young man.

"Big Brother Azria..." Draco didn't even realize when he said it.

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The moment the words left his lips, the entire room fell silent. The young man's smile froze as he stared at Draco in shock.

Looking into Draco's eyes, which were struggling to hold back tears, he saw something familiar.

Numerous scenes surfaced in his mind as he gazed at Draco, his face filled with disbelief.

"Draco?" The young man whispered in astonishment, his voice barely above a breath.

When the Seat of Demon and the others witnessed this exchange, they were filled with confusion. How did Draco and the Seat of Demon know each other? From the way they were acting, it looked more like a long-lost family reunion.

The Seat of Demon knew that the Undead Demon's name was Azria, but they never expected Draco to know it as well. This only deepened their confusion.

When Draco heard Azria say his name, he jumped off the bed and gave him a tight, brotherly hug.

The others watched as the tension eased between them.

After spending several minutes on their reunion, Draco turned to the girls and the Seat of Demon, who were all staring at them, their expressions filled with curiosity.

Draco scratched his head. "You all just met my long-lost brother," he said with a grin, giving Azria a pat on the back.

When the Seat of Demon heard this, they exchanged glances.

"Master, I hope you realize he's the Undead Demon, the Seat of Demon we're talking about," Adrian said.

Draco froze. He turned to look at Azria, then at the Seat of Demon. "He's the Undead Demon?"

It took him a few moments to process, but when he saw Azria nodding in confirmation at Adrian's words, the realization finally hit him.

"Master, you haven't told us how you two met," Alya pouted.

With a sigh, Draco gestured for them to gather around. He glanced at Azria, who chuckled, before they began recounting their childhood story.

When everyone finished listening to the tale of Draco and Azria, they exchanged looks and sighed.

Rose, who had been silently absorbing the story, let out a deep breath. Now she understood why Draco hated her father. She had never expected her father to have committed such a grievous act.

"It's all in the past," Draco said gently as he patted Rose's shoulder, trying to comfort her.

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