Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

The moment that wave of pure, ancient power hit, it didn't just rattle the air or force people to their knees—it cut through the dimensions like a knife through soft butter. And Ere? She felt every drop of it.

At first, it was subtle, like a low hum running through her bones. But then it snapped—hard. It wasn't pain exactly, but something deeper, something cosmic and primal that didn't ask permission. It took.

Her sleek, shadow-black fur shimmered like someone had poured liquid starlight over midnight. Each hair seemed to vibrate with power, catching faint glimmers of silver and deep purple, as if the universe had kissed her and left stardust behind. Her eyes—already sharp and intelligent—shifted from their usual, haunting glow to something… more. Twin galaxies swirled in those pupils now, endless, ancient, and terrifyingly aware.

It wasn't just intelligence anymore—it was wisdom, the kind that made gods uncomfortable.

Her claws? Oh, those weren't just claws anymore. They elongated—sleek, obsidian blades, sharp enough to cut through reality if she really tried. There was a hum in the air around her now, like static before a lightning strike, a whisper that something wrong was standing too close.

But it wasn't just about looks. No, the feel of her changed.

Before, Ere had always been this quiet and funny, lurking presence by Parker's side—intelligent, smug as hell, but subtle. Now? She radiated power. The kind of presence that made shadows lean toward her, like gravity had shifted and decided she was the new center of everything.

And she liked it.

"Oh… fuck yeah," Ere whispered under her breath, voice slick with dark satisfaction. It wasn't even her usual sly, mocking tone—it was deeper, silkier, like velvet over a knife. "This… this is what I've been missing."

Her tail flicked lazily, but every move was laced with dangerous grace now—like a predator who knew it didn't have to try anymore. Parker might not have noticed it at first glance, but if he really looked? He'd see it in the way space seemed to bend just a little around her.

And the wave? Oh, it didn't just pass her by. It wrapped around her like an old friend, recognizing her for what she was becoming. No longer just Parker's pet. Not even just his shadow.

Something else entirely.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Ere felt complete. Whole. Like some forgotten piece of her had been yanked out of hiding and shoved back into place with a bang.

She turned her head toward Parker with that slow, lazy smirk—the kind that screamed, "You have no idea what you've unleashed, do you?" But she didn't even have any idea who she was talking to and what he knew. If anything, she was the clueless here.

"Guess I'm not just your cute little sidekick anymore, huh?" Her voice dripped with playful menace, and damn if it didn't sound like she meant it this time.

And deep inside, something ancient purred with satisfaction.

The Original wasn't the only one waking up. His pets, his companions he'd were walking up too.

Ere was feeling that soon, she will be able to reach her own ascension when she will take her second form. She was thinking when something stirred.

She didn't know how, but Ere felt it—like a punch in the gut from a world she wasn't even in. Her whole body was sunk deep in the Dream, standing in that eerie, mind-bending nothingness of the Nexus Omni Realm, yet somehow, somehow, she felt the outside world tugging at her senses like a kid yanking on their mom's sleeve in a grocery store. The air shifted. Reality bent just enough for her to know that when she woke up? Yeah, she better brace for the kind of chaos that didn't just knock—it kicked the door down and yelled, "SURPRISE, BITCH!"

And oh, hell was happening.

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The old mansion—yeah, not ancient-ancient, but definitely rocking that ancestral charm vibe—was getting hit by a makeover straight from some cosmic fever dream. It sat beyond the Harper estate, usually just chilling in those lazy golden hues like it was locked in permanent sunset mode. But now? Not a single soul was around to see what was going down. Everyone in the neighborhood—every Origin family as they occupied this entire neighborhood—was too busy getting slammed by the shockwave of the Original's awakening.

Their entire existence was stuck in holy-shit mode while this mansion? Oh, it was having a moment.

The walls didn't just shift—they breathed. Like the mansion was waking up from a centuries-long nap, stretching out every inch of itself. The sharp lines of its structure didn't crumble or fall apart; no, they morphed. Those regal, slightly-worn stone walls suddenly glimmered like polished obsidian, mixed with veins of gold that seemed to pulse, like the estate had a heartbeat now—and it knew it was gorgeous.

Windows stretched taller, their frames warping into elegant arches that belonged in some magazine cover shoot for Rich People With Scary Secrets.

The roof? Oh, that basic-ass slate wasn't gonna cut it anymore. Shingles melted into smooth, midnight-black tiles, glinting like they were blessed by moonlight itself. Each one fit too perfectly, like magic and precision engineering had an awkward lovechild and plastered it across every corner of the house. Balconies formed out of nowhere—sleek, iron-wrought railings spiraled into place like they were dancing their way into existence. It wasn't just architecture; it was a flex.

And yeah, it didn't stop. The front doors—these grand, double things that once screamed old money—twisted into something out of a billionaire's sci-fi daydream.
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Tall, sleek, with panels that shimmered like liquid metal, and right smack in the middle? A scanner. Not just any scanner—nah, this was some next-level technological stuff. Facial recognition, retina scan, probably knew your blood type and star sign just by you standing too close.

From a distance? Shit, good luck trying to take it all in. Your brain would glitch halfway through like, "Yeah, that's enough. Too pretty. Too powerful. Gonna crash now." The house looked like it had been yanked straight from the imagination of someone with way too much money and a Pinterest addiction for things that screamed mystery meets pure aesthetic goals.

But the weirdness didn't stop there. The whole damn place felt alive.

The walls almost seemed to hum, the air around it shimmering like reality itself was having second thoughts. Every second, something changed—a corner stretched, the glass windows shimmered with a faint glow, and the shadows along the edges of the mansion?

They moved. Like they had somewhere better to be.

And deep in the Nexus, Ere felt it all tighten around her like a warning shot. When she woke up, she wouldn't just be stepping into a changed world—she'd be stepping into a damn event. And something told her this wasn't the kind of place that did "Welcome Home" banners.

Nope. This mansion? It was getting ready for something she didn't even know!