Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Ere—the Beast, primal instinct given form. Bella—Life itself, the spark that animated all existence. Maya—Soul and Fate, though she groaned at the theatrical pronouncement. Tessa—Time, the force that gave meaning to change. Helena—Death and Space, ending and medium combined.

Annabelle and Robert represented Shadow and Void—the darkness between stars and the nothingness that gave meaning to something.

And Parker... Parker was the being who ruled all concepts, all omnipotence, all magic that existed, including the missing Light aspect that completed the cosmic circle, all possibilities, all magic that held reality together.

They all followed Zhang Ruoyun's example.

Each of them pricked their fingers, their blood floating upward to join hers above the cauldron.

Their blood joined Zhang Ruoyun's above the cauldron.

Each of them pricked their fingers, their blood floating upward to join hers above the cauldron. The drops of blood from beings who embodied fundamental forces began to swirl together, creating a pulsing sphere of liquid power that made the air itself scream with potential.

The blood contained their very essence—all the powers and cosmic representations they carried.

The mixture was chaos incarnate. The earth beneath their feet began to crack as reality struggled to contain the convergence of so many fundamental forces in one place. The chamber groaned, the mansion's foundations screaming under pressure that existed beyond physical law.

All the powers and cosmic representations they carried poured into that sphere, creating something so chaotic that the earth beneath their feet began to fracture. The chamber groaned, the mansion's foundations screaming under pressure that existed beyond physical comprehension.

Reality was coming apart at the seams.

Then, from within the chaotic maelstrom, a single drop emerged—Parker's blood, carrying the authority of the Prince of Existence himself. It wrapped around the larger sphere like a protective shell, and instantly the chaos ceased.

Order imposed itself with absolute finality.

The entire mixture—the combined essence of beings who embodied fundamental forces—poured into the floating cauldron with the sound of reality being reborn.

Then, from within the chaotic sphere, something emerged.

A single drop of blood—but this drop contained something that made the others seem quaint by comparison. It wrapped around the larger sphere like a protective shell, and instantly the chaos ceased.

Parker's blood. The Prince of Existence himself.

All of it—the combined essence of beings who ruled fundamental forces—poured into the floating cauldron with a sound like reality being rewritten.

The explosion rewrote the laws of physics.

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The wave of transformed power erupted outward like the birth cry of a new universe. The explosion wasn't heard—it was felt in every atom of existence.

Every mundane person in the chamber collapsed as energy beyond mortal comprehension flooded through them. Outside, pulse after pulse of metamorphosed energy spread across the globe—waves that carried the blood of Existential beings, mixing with Genesis Energy to create something infinitely more potent.

The Awakening Era had just been supercharged.

This wasn't random human evolution anymore. This was directed transformation, guided by the will of cosmic forces and powered by the essence of beings who ruled fundamental concepts.

Humanity was about to discover what controlled evolution looked like.

Helena stepped forward as the cauldron descended, catching the ancient vessel as it transformed. The artifact shrank to palm size, its impossible weight concentrating into something that pulsed with contained infinity.

She peered inside and saw liquid that defied every concept of color.

It wasn't divine—it was something beyond divinity. The liquid held the hue of possibilities made manifest, of potential itself crystallized into drinkable form. It was the color of concepts given substance, of dreams made real, of power that existed beyond the need for definition.

"Robert," Helena said, her voice carrying unusual vulnerability, "I need your assistance. I can only touch one man in my entire existence."

Everyone understood the implication.

"Robert," Helena said, her voice carrying an unusual vulnerability that made everyone pay attention, "I need your assistance. I can only touch one man in my entire existence."

The statement hung in the air with the weight of absolute truth.

Soft chuckles rippled through the group as understanding dawned. Everyone knew Helena Nyxlith's heart belonged to only one person—had always belonged to only one person across lifetimes and realities.

The Prince of Existence himself.

Even during their fated relationship, when they'd played the roles of husband and wife in the human world, Helena had maintained a delicate layer of energy around her skin whenever public displays of affection were necessary to maintain their cover. She could never truly touch anyone else—not skin to skin, not soul to soul.

Her devotion was so absolute it had become a physical limitation.

Robert understood immediately, stepping forward with the kind of respectful efficiency that came from witnessing cosmic-level romantic dedication. This wasn't just preference or choice—this was Helena's very essence rejecting contact with anyone who wasn't her Prince.

Her love had literally rewritten her biology. Moving with speed that blurred the line between motion and teleportation, they touched each family member's forehead in exactly ten seconds.

The liquid flowed from the cauldron through their fingers, entering each person's consciousness.

The transformation was immediate and irreversible.

"You Serve The Prince of Existence!" Helena declared, her words carrying the weight of cosmic law being written into the fundamental structure of reality.

Ancient authority had been spoken.

Each person's forehead blazed with inner light as symbols appeared on their skin—marks that burned with the fire of eternal allegiance and cosmic purpose.

The Morellos bore intertwining shadows wreathed around prowling beast silhouettes—darkness and predation given magnificent form.

The Wilders carried intricate clockwork gears merged with delicate snowflakes and spiraling sound waves—time, ice, and vibration in perfect harmony.

The Harringtons displayed elemental mandalas representing their dominion over earth, metal, plants, fire, and lightning—the raw forces of creation itself.

The Beaumonts showed flowing water patterns intertwined with wind spirals and the double helix of life—the very essence of existence in motion.

Each family now bore the mark of their cosmic patron and their eternal service.

Diana was the first to rise, power flowing through her veins like molten starlight. "I feel like I could remake the world," she whispered, her voice carrying undertones that made reality itself listen.

"Good," Parker replied with satisfaction that could have powered galaxies. "Because that's exactly what you're going to do."

The game had changed completely.

Across the globe, seven billion people slept peacefully, unaware that the rules of existence had just been rewritten while they dreamed.

And the Four Families were about to help them understand their new place in the cosmic hierarchy.