Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 61 Three Goddess In Beverly Hills

Hours Back...

Atlanta walked through the dimly lit streets after her shift at the nearby club, her steps echoing in the quiet. The place was close to their apartment, which was why she had picked the job—it saved on time and late-night Uber fares. When she got home, the soft glow of a lamp illuminated Chione sitting on the couch, her face calm but serious.

"We're moving," Chione said flatly, her voice as cool as her namesake.

Atlanta blinked, dropping her bag on the couch. "Wait, what? We just got here. What's the rush, I like it here already?"

Chione shrugged. "Stuff got messy. We've got to move when Cassandra says we should, you know what I mean. Can't stay."

Cassandra, already lounging on the counter with a drink in hand, chimed in. "It's not like it'll be hard to settle somewhere else. Took us, what, a day to lock down this place and get gigs? Easy peasy. Moving again is no biggie, honestly."

Only Isis seemed put out by the idea, her arms crossed tightly as she leaned against the window. "You don't get it," she muttered, glaring at nothing in particular. "I had plans here. A certain someone needs a little divine justice, and now—poof! Opportunity's gone."

Atlanta stifled a laugh. "Yeah, okay, because 'justice' is why you wanted to stay. Not, you know, personal grudge much? Besides, it's won't be the last time we'll had to bail. Let's just get used to it." It was surprisingly how quick she adjusted her stance when Chione mentioned it was Cassandra's idea.

Isis scowled but didn't argue, eventually giving in with a reluctant sigh.

****

By midday, their bags were stuffed into the back of the Uber, and the trio sank into the seats with the kind of energy only late nights and stress could summon, yes the trio, Chione wasn't with them.

Atlanta leaned her head against the window, watching the streets blur past. Her mind buzzed like her phone—too many thoughts colliding, none of them clear.

Cassandra, scrolling her phone in the backseat, elbowed Atlanta lightly. "Yo, check this out." She turned the screen toward her, the brightness making Atlanta squint.

The video played on loop: Chione and Perseus. Their supposed act of heroism looked more like chaos, complete with screeching tires, flipped cars, and a smug duo leaving two Olympians—actual Olympians—almost flat on their asses.

"Wait," Atlanta said, sitting up straighter. "Is that from last few minutes? What the hell?"

"Mm-hmm," Cassandra said, biting back a grin. "Guess they figured helping out would make us less... conspicuous when we suddenly display our powers in the near future?"

Isis, sitting in the front seat, caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror and let out a sharp laugh. "Please, less conspicuous? They went full Fast and Furious with no budget."

"What's so funny?" Atlanta asked, narrowing her eyes at Isis.

"Nothing," Isis replied, though her smirk betrayed her.

Cassandra nudged her again, lowering her voice. "C'mon, it's hilarious. Look at Perseus. That dude thought he was untouchable. Wiped. The fuckin'. Floor. It's good now he will come to ask for my advice, teehee~"

Atlanta tried to stifle a laugh, but a snort escaped before she could stop it. "Okay, yeah, maybe a little funny. But still, we have bigger problems. And when are planning to stop this maiden in love and obsession?" Cassandra pouted and looked away.

****

The Uber slowed as they neared Silverbrook High in Beverly Hills. The high-rise buildings, perfectly manicured lawns, and shiny storefronts screamed wealth and privilege—a sharp contrast to the chaos they'd just left behind.

The three stepped out, their movements almost synchronized, like a unit that had done this a thousand times before. Atlanta adjusted her jacket, Cassandra stretched like she'd been trapped in a cage, and Isis scanned the surroundings with a predatory smirk.

"Silverbrook, huh?" Cassandra muttered, leaning forward to look out the window. "Real bougie."

Atlanta nodded, stepping out and adjusting her bag. The midday sun was bright, casting everything in an annoyingly cheerful light. She was about to comment when the air around her shifted.

It wasn't dramatic—no sudden gust of wind or ominous thunderclap—but subtle, like a whisper brushing against her skin. Her body tensed instinctively.

"You feel that?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Cassandra's eyes darted around, her posture stiff. "Yeah. It's... weird. Like someone's watching us."

Isis stepped out last, her movements sharp as she scanned the area. "Not just someone," she muttered. "It's strong."

Atlanta squinted, searching for anything out of place, but the streets looked as pristine and empty as they had a moment ago. Still, the feeling lingered—a presence just out of reach, like eyes boring into her from a distance no human could achieve.

What they couldn't sense was the second set of eyes—colder, sharper, and infinitely more dangerous.

Hidden in the shadow of a certain rooftop, first gaze wasn't just watching. It was waiting. Calculating. A silent predator studying its prey.

Atlanta adjusted her jacket, shaking off the chill. "Alright, let's get this over with. On y va."

Cassandra grinned, the tension breaking slightly. "Let's hope Beverly Hills doesn't suck."

"Already better than the last place," Isis muttered, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. "Less crowded had a rich scent... Rich snobs too, I mean." Cassandra and Atlanta sighed familiar with the mischiefs of both Isis and Cleopatra.

If the two were in the same place, even the gods above will feel the headaches.

But still, the weight in the air refused to leave. They didn't know what—or who—was watching. They didn't know how close danger really was. For now, ignorance was a fleeting comfort, but it wouldn't last.

****

It was already evening when Parker finally wrapped up playing around with his magic. Sweat clung to him, his body buzzing with the thrill of discovery. Letting the Omni Energy flow over him, he felt the tension in his muscles dissolve like steam.

Fifteen minutes later, freshly showered and feeling alive, he walked out of his room, phone in hand.

The weekend was winding down, and Parker figured it was about time to step out again. As he entered the living room, he found Tessa curled up on the couch, her knees tucked to her chest. She looked cozy.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice low and warm.

She looked up, her expression softening instantly. "Hey..."