Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 110 Olympians At Silverbrook High

Parker scrolled through the Silverbrook High blog, expecting the same boring nonsense—more thirst posts about the football team, someone complaining about AP Chem being "actual hell," and the usual drama of who was dating who.

But Silverbrook was losing its collective shit for the past days...

"NEW TRANSFER STUDENTS TAKE OVER!"

The title screamed at him in bold, glittery font like some gossip magazine. Below it were pictures of the seven new arrivals who had completely hijacked the school's attention.

And for once? Parker got the hype.

The comments were wild.

"OMG, this Perseus is literally GIVING the golden boy vibe. Our Ryan might have some real competition now. Look at that sun-kissed HAIR."

"Ryan's hotter tho. Perseus looks like a Greek statue. Too perfect. Kinda sus, ngl."

"Ryan's washed. Perseus wins. End of debate."

And then, of course, the thirst-trap comments on the girls:

"What about the ice busty beauty? Chione? Bro, I said 'hi' in the hall, and she straight-up looked THROUGH me like I didn't exist."

"Honestly, respect. She's serving 'I'll ruin your life' energy."

"Or maybe she's just cold? Chione? The name tho, it fits. Who names their kid that? ?"

"Okay, but Cleopatra? ATLANTA? IS THIS A HISTORY CLASS OR A SCHOOL???"

But as Parker kept scrolling, his brain stalled.

Because the Egyptian beauty in the pics? Definitely his trainer from Divine Fitness. Cleopatra. And Chione? Yep, the literal ice goddess he'd run over was just chilling in the school hallway like nothing happened.

And the golden-haired dude? Perseus.

Why the hell did these names sound like they were ripped straight out of a mythology textbook? Everyone wondered.

Even weirder? They were all connected. But Parker knew why, at least he had a general idea why!

"Apparently, they live together. Like all seven of them in some crazy mansion out in Silver Lake. Who even ARE these people? Mafia? Royals??"

"Nah, the names... it's giving me a high school superhero team vibes. Or cult. Definitely cult."

The strangest thing was that they weren't all getting the same attention. The Egyptian beauty, Cleopatra? Instant obsession. Every guy in school was losing their minds talking about her Bugatti Chiron Pur Sport she casually rolled up in.

"Yo, she drives a literal 4-million-dollar car. Who is she?"

"Their family's gotta be loaded. Or criminals. Ain't no way."

But the other three girls? Barely mentioned.

"Atlanta, Cassandra, and Isis... kinda basic? Not much on them yet. Cute, but nothing major."

The comments focused more on the three standouts: Perseus, Chione, and Cleopatra.

And then there was the last guy... Icarus.

Parker's eyes narrowed as he read the next section:

"Wait, y'all sleeping on Icarus. Dude's INSANE. He literally built Silverbrook's entire student app?? It has its own search engine AND lets us search for anything happening on school grounds? Like, you can search 'bio test' and find all related group chats and announcements. Bro's different."

"Plus, he coded that whole AI tutoring thing for Calc. I heard Columbia reached out already."

Parker blinked. Okay, that's... weirdly impressive although he could do that in his sleep too. He tapped the search bar, tested it out by typing "Perseus."

Instantly, it pulled up:

{Perseus spotted at gym after school hours, benching like a literal Olympian.

Perseus vs. Ryan showdown? Who's hotter?

Possible siblings? Linked with Chione, Cleopatra, Icarus, and more...}

The entire blog seemed like it was revolving around these people now.

But what had gnawed at Parker until now was the fact that he knew two of them already. Intimately. Chione, the ice queen he'd humiliated. Cleopatra, the fitness trainer who watched him break human limits.

Parker exhaled, locking the laptop screen before his head exploded. He didn't need more mysteries right now—he had plenty. Scarlet's constant calls. The Dream training. The whole upcoming showdown with the Blackwoods. And now this.

His eyes drifted back toward Naomi, who was still babying Ere like the cat was her firstborn child. He couldn't explain it, but a chill passed through him.

Something felt off.

All these superhumans showing up in his life like dominos—Chione, Cleopatra, now Perseus and Icarus?

****

Later notification popped up on Parker's laptop—his phone order had arrived. Finally. Without glancing up from his screen, he spoke. "Elena, get the package from the gate."

Elena, who had been quietly seated in the corner browsing her old phone, nodded briskly. "Right away, sir." She left without another word.

Minutes later, she returned, carrying a sleek black box. "The package, sir," she said, placing it on the coffee table and stepping back respectfully.

Parker opened the box, pulling out the Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra for himself. The premium weight felt satisfying in his hand as he powered it on. Without a word, he set the remaining iPhone boxes on the table, sliding them toward Naomi and Elena.

Naomi blinked, clearly surprised but keeping her expression polite. "Thank you, Mr. Parker."

Elena echoed softly, "Thank you, sir."

He nodded coolly, not meeting their eyes as he focused on setting up his new device.

Getting a new number took only a moment. Then, he sent out the necessary texts—one to Ava, one to Cassidy, and another to Tessa. Just the essentials. Ava and Cassidy needed the number for business, and Tessa... well, she was Tessa.

The evening wound down quietly. Dinner was served with the same professional air. Naomi handled most of the serving while Elena kept to herself, quietly setting the table. No unnecessary conversation. No forced small talk.

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Once the meal was over, Parker excused himself without fanfare. "That will be all for tonight."

"Of course, sir," Naomi replied as she cleared the table, while Elena took the dishes to the kitchen.

Ere, for some reason, chose to stay behind, curled comfortably in Naomi's lap. Parker noticed but said nothing. Strange, but not worth the energy to question tonight.

Grabbing his leather jacket and keys, he headed straight for the garage. The cool scent of polish and luxury greeted him as the lights flickered on automatically, illuminating his collection.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom. The Spectre. The blacked-out Range Rover meant for staff errands. His Lamborghini Revuelto—a beast that demanded attention. And, of course, the red McLaren Speedtail. Sleek, predatory, a piece of art on wheels.

But tonight, it was the Lambo's turn.

Sliding into the leather seat, he felt the soft hum of power as the engine roared to life. The low growl echoed through the garage, vibrating in his chest. He wasn't driving anywhere special. He just needed to feel the road beneath him.

Time to clear his head.