Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 47 Celestial Technique

With the meeting over, Isis headed back to her room, muttering something about needing her beauty sleep. Chione followed soon after, leaving Cassandra alone in the dimly lit living room.

"That went smoother than I expected," Cassandra murmured to herself, though the tension in her chest refused to fully dissipate.

As she headed back to her room, a sudden chill ran down her spine. She froze in place, her eyes darting above her where a strange eye was, locking on her.

"Stop eavesdropping, Cleopatra," she said sharply, her voice cutting through the silence of the dim room.

A soft, amused chuckle echoed in the room, sending shivers down her arms. "You must have seen something interesting, haven't you, huh, Cass?" The voice was teasing, almost playful.

"Scram, Cleopatra," Cassandra snapped, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The chuckle faded into the void, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. Cassandra climbed back into bed, but sleep didn't come easily. Her mind was still racing, filled with flashes of her vision and the unsettling feeling that something—or someone—was always watching them, not just goda for sure.

Thanks to her visions she knew more than gods had seen so far. What had yet to come and she will use this vision as the guide compass for her and her friends, hopefully.

But how was she meant to escape or navigate those inevitable futures.

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The night passed quietly, blending into the endless chain of others. Its secrets were hidden, like usual, from the clueless mundanes who went about their lives unaware of the crazy shit happening in the shadows.

Parker might not have considered himself one of those oblivious types—he wasn't exactly "ordinary" like Julian and the rest—but even he had no idea about the moves being made behind the scenes.

Still, something deep down told him that eventually, those mysteries would find their way into his world. And when they did, he'd be ready.

Waking up refreshed, Parker stretched like a cat, a wide grin spreading across his face. Yeah, last night had been insane. Powers. A fucking system. Magic. All of it.

He wasn't just a rich kid anymore; he was something way bigger, and the possibilities were endless.

First things first, though. His phone. Like a kid reaching for candy, Parker stretched his hand toward the table where it sat, lazily charging. He'd placed it deliberately far last night just to this.

"Alright, here we go." Concentrating, he focused his telekinesis. His fingers twitched as the phone wobbled slightly, then jerked into the air. He quickly steadied it with his other hand, holding the wireless charger in place with telekinesis so it didn't fall.

The phone shot forward, landing in his palm a little harder than planned. "Phew!" He exhaled, grinning. "That was sick! But man, my aim still sucks."

Unlocking it, the screen lit up to reveal the time—10:07 AM. "Damn," he muttered, realizing how tired he must've been after last night's training.

The shower was next, a quick rinse to wake up. By the time he was dressed and back on his bed, Parker felt the day properly starting. Yesterday was amazing, sure—he got powers and everything—but as the adrenaline wore off, a new thought crept in.

He had magic. Telekinesis. Celestial Threads. Spirit Channels. All this badass stuff. But something didn't sit right. Energy.

"Shit," he muttered aloud, realization hitting him. He hadn't felt drained at all using telekinesis this morning. Not even a little. Wasn't that supposed to, like, cost something?

And as cool as his newfound powers were, he didn't even know how to draw energy yet. How had he not thought about this before?

It felt… ironic. Magic, but not just happening magically. There had to be a method to put his Celestial Threads and Spirit Channels toa good use.

"System," Parker called out, sitting cross-legged. "How do I, you know, draw energy? Like... actually do it?"

The system's familiar tone chimed in:

[Host requires an energy-drawing skill to attract energy. Skills can be obtained through spins, rewards, or the System Shop.]

Of course. The shop. How had he forgotten that? He slapped his forehead. "Man, I've got to stop spacing out. System, open the shop."

The holographic display popped up, and Parker's eyes scanned the options.

[System Shop!

Only 1 item, 2 skills/ability/technique, and 1 treasure available each day!]

The first thing he saw was:

[Item: Prismcloth

Legendary, self-cleaning, shape-shifting garment… adapts to any climate, radiates elegance… SP: 200,000.]

"Yeah, nope." He chuckled, quickly moving on. Cool, but not what he needed.

The skills came next, and his jaw practically dropped.

[Skill: Celestial Technique

Drawing or breathing technique of a absorbing energy from the universe syncing your veins with celestial forces… mastery allows drawing energy even underground…

SP: 800,000.]

"Holy shit!" Parker exclaimed, leaning back. "Eight hundred SP?! The system's insane!" He shook his head, laughing despite himself. It was a whopping $80,000,000!

He rubbed his chin. "Wait, hold on. Money is just money. No point hoarding it." After all, what was the point of being rich if he couldn't use it?

"Alright, next skill," he said, swiping the display.

[Skill: Soulspire is a unique ability that allows the host to channel absorbed energy directly into the soul, fortifying its strength and density. This technique ensures that the host's soul evolves in tandem with their magical rank, creating a balanced progression.

SP: 1,000,000.]

Parker froze, rereading the description. This wasn't just powerful—it was insane. But there was no way he could cough up that kind of SP right now. "Damn it."

Then the system pinged.

[Ding! Host can any lock a skill for 1% of the required SP so that It doesn't disappear the next day. This option is available once per month.]

Parker blinked, then grinned. "Crafty little system," he muttered. "Alright, fine. Lock Soulspire for me. I'll come back for it later."

He quickly exchanged $81 million of his cash for SP, making his heart ache just a little. Watching that fat stack shrink wasn't easy, but Parker reminded himself: greatness required sacrifice.

After securing Celestial Vein Technique and locking Soulspire, he skipped the treasures. Most of them looked like junk anyway.

[Ding! Does the host wish to receive the skill now?]

Parker glanced at the time—11:38 AM. His stomach growled, loud enough to make him laugh. "Not now. I need food first. Tessa's probably already up and waiting."

Standing, he stretched, feeling oddly lighter after all the decisions made. Sure, he was down a lot of cash, but with powers like this, the sky wasn't just the limit—it was the damn starting point.

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