Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 105 Dream

Parker sat cross-legged on the massive bed, the mansion dead silent around him. Midnight hung heavy outside, the kind of quiet where even the city felt paused.

"How many spins do I have system...?"

[Ding!]

The system's translucent roulette hovered in front of him, its sleek obsidian ring pulsing with a soft neon glow.

[300 Spins Available.]

Parker exhaled slowly, flexing his fingers.

"Alright. Let's do this! Fifty," he muttered, flicking the mental interface.

[50 Spins]

The roulette wheel flared to life—black and gold sections blurring together, symbols Parker could barely make out flashing between the spins.

Click. Click. Click.

Slowing.

A final stop.

[Midnight Ring — Conceals presence and soul signature. High resistance to detection magic.]

For a second, he just stared.

The black band materialized in his hand, cool against his skin, the onyx stone reflecting dim purple hues. It looked... expensive. Not flashy—simple, but deadly.

Finally, something useful.

His lips quirked. Barely a smile but close enough.

"About time you stopped giving me trash," he muttered, twisting the ring on his finger. He was excited... Because let's be real—his first-ever spin? Cheap Glasses.

Yeah. The damn thing was still rotting in his system inventory. Parker could practically feel his blood pressure spike every time he thought about them and this is the second time today.

And that wasn't even the worst part.

Amphitrite.

The sea queen goddess. That psycho.

She had made those stupid glasses. All bright-eyed, his mind had made many possibilities thinking about how they'd "enhance his perception."

Yeah, sure. Enhanced his perception of being a dumbass.

Still... the ring? This? This felt different.

Real. Solid.

Concealing power humming just beneath the surface.

Ere stirred at the foot of the bed, watching him with those sharp, golden eyes—half judgment, half curiosity. She didn't speak, just blinked, tail flicking like she was waiting for him to mess up.

Parker rolled his shoulders. Time for another.

"Fifty more."

The wheel spun again, faster this time—like the system itself was hyped.

Click. Click. Click.

[Phoenix Sword — A flame-forged blade imbued with phonexis flames magic.]

Parker's breath hitched as the weapon materialized.

A sleek, curved blade, almost katana-like but way more dangerous. The edge glowed faintly, not with heat but something deeper—like the flame was asleep, waiting.

"Holy shit."

He barely resisted the urge to swing it around like some anime protagonist. This was insane. For the first time since this whole spin thing started, the rewards felt... right.

Powerful. Magical.

And that's when it hit him.

Everything he'd pulled—since day one—was supernatural in some way.

Cheap Glasses? The failed enhanced perception magic he had expected.

Phoenix Sword? Literal mythical flame powers.

Midnight Ring? Presence and Soul concealment.

The system wasn't just throwing random junk his way. It was curated.

His life? Normal and supernatural—balanced. Two sides of the same coin. Was it fate? Luck? Or was the system pushing him toward something?

Ere blinked, clearly reading his face. "You're thinking too hard again."

He shook it off. Not now.

Parker closed his eyes, exhaling slow, feeling the weight of the ring and sword against his skin.

"Think big. Stop holding back." It was a risk. Hell, it was stupid. But if there was ever a time to go all in—

He opened the interface.

"Use the rest. All 200 spins."

[Ding! 200 Spins.]

The wheel didn't just spin this time—it roared. The whole thing burst to life, gold and violet light flaring, sections blurring faster than his eyes could follow.

Symbols flickered—crowns, weapons, strange glowing sigils.

Parker's pulse kicked up. This was it.

Faster. Faster.

Click. Click...

And then—

[Ding! Host has acquired Dream.] Parker's entire body froze.

The wheel stopped.

No item appeared. No weapon. No glowing prize in his hand.

Just—

A dream? "What the hell...?"

Ere's head tilted.

A Dream? What the fuck did that mean?

Parker barely had time to process the words flashing across his vision before his body gave out. One second, he was standing by his bed, and the next—

Darkness.

Parker's vision blurred. His knees buckled before he could react, the sudden weightlessness yanking him under like he'd fallen into a void—

And then...

Light.

Not blinding. More like the soft, pale glow of twilight stretched thin over a sky that didn't quite look real. The air felt dense, charged, as if the entire space was holding its breath.

He blinked. Once. Twice... The fuck is this?

The forest around him was vast—too vast. Towering trees with silvery bark twisted upwards, their leaves a strange shade between deep violet and midnight blue, shimmering faintly like they were absorbing the sky itself. The ground beneath him was softer than dirt, like moss but... warmer, pulsing faintly under his boots. No wind. No sound.

It was so still. Too still.

"This... can't be real."

[Ding! Host has acquired Dream.] The system's voice echoed, calm but absolute. [A fully independent dimension, accessible only after the host enters a sleep state. Time dilation active: 1 hour in reality equals 12 hours here. All progress made will reflect upon your physical body. Further mechanics require host exploration.]

Parker stared at the glowing text.

"So... this is a real place? Not just some—" He gestured vaguely at the forest. "Mental crap?"

[Correct. The Dream exists beyond conventional reality but remains inaccessible by physical means. Only souls and consciousness can enter.]

Parker's pulse thudded harder. He couldn't even process how insane this was—A whole-ass realm? And he could just... go here when he slept?

"This is insane," he muttered, running a hand through his hair before freezing.

The ring.

It was still on his finger, cold and impossibly smooth despite the dim glow it gave off. Midnight black, faintly shifting like mist trapped under glass.

And then there was the sword.

The Phoenix Sword rested easily in his other hand, balanced perfectly like it belonged there. The blade was forged from a strange, red-tinted metal, smooth but laced with subtle flame-like patterns running along the edges as if the steel itself was alive. The crossguard curled slightly, shaped like outstretched wings, and the grip was wrapped in deep crimson leather—supple yet firm, almost warm to the touch.

[Skills: The mystical blade forged from Everflame Steel generates intense heat of Phoenix Flames under the wielder's command and bound to the host.]

Parker exhaled sharply. This wasn't just some random loot drop anymore. "Two skills I assume. Phoenix Flames must be the active skill and bound to host is a passive skill, right system?"

[Correct!]

The weight of the blade. The cool pulse of the ring. Everything felt connected here—like the energy of the entire realm was threading through his body.

No. Not just the realm....

Grrrrr...

A deep, low growl echoed through the forest.