Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 153 The Oracle Of The Gray Path

Parker let out a long sigh, still staring out the window, he leaned his head back and muttered, "Alright, System, explain this to me. You're out here dropping knowledge bombs about, hidden secrets of Olympian Champions even gods don't know, and now Primordial spirits, shit that sounds way more profound than anything about these families you keep coming up blank on. How the fuck does that work?"@@@@

The System's response came as flat as ever:

[Host, these families are more than just families. Their secrets surpass my comprehension. However, the information I provided on Primordial spirits stems from knowledge since the beginning of time ingrained in me, thanks to my creator.]

"Creator, huh?" Parker chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You're telling me you've got a creator. What, are they a god or something? And how does this so-called creator of yours have dirt even the gods might not know? What you told me in the beginning, it was an indication that it's a god who made you."

[You are mistaken, Host. The gods are aware of Primordial spirits. They simply lack comprehensive knowledge of them. As for my creator... they are far more than your usual god that's why I have this information.]

"Of course, they are." Parker rolled his eyes. "I'm not even gonna ask who they are because you'll just hit me with your usual cryptic bullshit, right?"

[A wise choice, Host.]

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You little... Ah, talking to you is so damn exhausting sometimes. Alright, fine. Let's move on. What about Cassandra? Shoot."

The System's pause was brief but deliberate.

[Ding! Cassandra is tied to something complex, Host: The Oracle's Shadow.] Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Parker sat up a little straighter, already intrigued.

[In her original life, Cassandra's prophetic abilities didn't stem solely from Apollo's curse. As the Princess of Troy, she was born under a rare celestial alignment that forged an innate connection to Nyx, the primordial Goddess Of Night. This connection was never acknowledged in myths because Cassandra herself didn't understand it—but it existed, lingering in the shadows of her visions.]

[I am concerned about my existence, Host. If you die, I die too. Can we prevent that and just focus on flashing cash instead of meddling with cosmic affairs?]

"Where's the fun in that?" Parker leaned back, arms stretched across the seat like he didn't have a care in the world. "Why not do both? Multitasking, baby. Ever heard of it?"

[Host, you're weak. You can only do one.]

"Oh, please. I've got a superpower-granting cheat code playing parent in my head! Who the hell needs to choose when I've got you?"

[I'm no playing parent, Host. I'm just trying to fill the void of your reckless tendencies if that's what it takes to save my existence and live forever.]

"A task you epically failed at the moment you handed me superpowers," he shot back, smirking like he'd just won an argument against the universe.

[That was beyond my control, Host. You're a Nyxilith! I couldn't stop that even if I wanted to. Plus, you ordered me to never dictate your path so getting powers wasn't in my domain.]

Parker chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, you did good on that one. Now stop playing this naggy parent role and let me focus on figuring out how to pull Cassandra into my circle."

[Seduce her!]

The words hit like a slap, and Parker's smirk vanished so fast it was almost comedic. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

[It's not entirely bad advice.]

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