"Damn it, my head hurts!" Billy Rivers muttered, clutching his head as he regained consciousness.

"What rotten luck!" He cursed, still furious. On his way home after work, a sudden storm had caught him off guard. No umbrella, soaking wet, looking like a drowned rat. As if that wasn't enough, he got struck by lightning.

That's right, of all the people on the road, a bolt of lightning singled him out.

"Are you kidding me, heavens? I just called you a name, and you hit me with this?!" Billy wanted to cry. His head throbbed like it was about to burst.

Suddenly, the pain intensified, and memories started pouring into his mind like a flood.

Billy Rivers. Fifteen years old. A once-proud member of the Rivers family, stripped of his status and made a servant because he couldn't cultivate.

A day ago, he'd stirred up trouble with one of the family's young masters and got beaten to the brink of death.

"What the hell? Did I just... cross into another world?" Billy stared blankly, disbelief and amazement flashing across his face.

"You smacked me with lightning and sent me here—fine, whatever. But putting me in the body of a servant? Can't you cut me a break?" Billy spat in annoyance, feeling like the heavens were playing a cruel trick on him.

Slowly, the pain began to fade, but something lingered in his mind. He noticed... something new. A treasure box. An image, almost like a game loot chest, glimmering faintly in his thoughts.

"What the hell is this?"“This is either reincarnation or some game world! And what the hell is this ‘starter pack’?”

Almost instinctively, Billy Rivers opened the treasure box. The moment he did, a chime rang through his head, followed by a voice.

“Congratulations, host, for activating the Plunder System!”

“Plunder System—seize the skies, the earth, and all things within!”

“Host name: Billy Rivers, age: 15, male.”

“Cultivation talent: zero.”

“Cultivation level: zero.”

“Plunder value: one.”

Billy stared blankly as the system's introduction rolled out. Seriously? This was like something straight out of a game. Plundering everything—just like that? That’s insane.

Was this the perk of reincarnation?

“Bang!”

The door smashed open, and a heavyset figure stomped in with a roar. “Billy! Wake up! Get to work, you useless trash!”

Before Billy could fully process what was happening, the system’s voice echoed again.

“Plunder target detected: Cultivation level—Martial Practitioner Level One. Plunderable assets include cultivation level and talent!”

His eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re kidding me. I can plunder? Just like that? Brutal, outrageous, incredible… exhilarating!”

It was all too good to be true—he could snatch away cultivation and talent directly? How could he resist?

Billy locked eyes with the corpulent figure. He wasn’t just looking at the guy who’d bullied and humiliated him countless times before. No—what he saw now was a walking treasure just begging to be taken.Adel Rivers, the son of the Rivers family steward, was a fat man who enjoyed bullying servants, and Billy Rivers had suffered plenty of his torment.

Adel felt his hair stand on end under Billy's piercing stare. Unable to withstand the tension, Adel slammed his foot against the wooden bedframe, almost splintering it to pieces.

"Filthy runt, what are you staring at? Move it, or I'll break your legs!" Adel barked, his voice sharp and laced with fury.

Billy's eyes turned icy, memories of all the humiliation Adel had dealt him flashing through his mind like snapshots of rage. He had wished for revenge countless times, and today, with the help of the mysterious "Plunder System," that wish might finally come true.

“How do I plunder his power?” Billy asked the system internally.

“Defeat him, and you’ll take his abilities directly.”

“Damn!” Billy cursed under his breath, his face dark with frustration. That so-called "system" had simplistic demands—Adel was a Martial Artist with Grade One cultivation, and overpowering him wouldn't be easy.

Adel sneered as he saw Billy still sitting motionless on the bed. Striding forward, he grabbed Billy's collar and hauled him up with brute strength. "Wretch! Do you have a death wish?" he spat, his grip tightening like a vice.

“Adel, let go of me!” Billy protested, struggling to break free from Adel's overpowering grip. But Adel’s strength crushed any notion of escape.

"You want down? Sure!" Adel hissed maliciously. With an undertone of cruel pleasure, he hurled Billy onto the floor without hesitation.

Billy hit the ground hard, his body crumbling from the impact. He coughed violently, feeling like his insides had been knocked loose."Billy Rivers, you’re asking for it!" The anger boiling over, Billy shot to his feet, charging at Adel Rivers.

"Hah, you little mutt, think you can take me? Come on then! Guess I didn’t hit you hard enough last time!" Adel sneered, his grin nasty. He knew with Billy’s scrawny build, he could knock him flat with one punch.

Adel swung a heavy fist at Billy, but Billy quickly ducked, dodging it by a hair. Without missing a beat, he lashed out with his leg, targeting Adel’s most vulnerable spot.

"You dirty dog!" Adel’s eyes bulged in shock. The usually meek Billy had gone straight for the low blow. He tried to evade, but it was too late—Billy’s kick landed square, and a howl of pain tore from Adel’s throat.

"Argh!" Adel’s scream echoed, his hands clutching at his wound as his face twisted in agony, his eyes practically popping from the sheer torture. Men know—there’s no worse pain.

Billy followed up with another hard kick, sending Adel sprawling to the ground. Breathing hard, he pounced, gripping Adel tight, fury roaring in his chest.

"Steal!"

"Initiate Steal—target: Adel Rivers," announced the system.

"Ding!"

"Steal successful!"

"Host has acquired cultivation and talent!"

"Cultivation: Level One Martial Artist!"

"Progress: Fifty percent!"

"Talent: Grade One ordinary!"

"Plunder points: Two!"

Billy clenched his fists, the surge of power flooding his veins. Strength—raw, undeniable—coursed through him. He felt unstoppable."This is the power of a Level One Warrior? Damn strong!" Billy Rivers marveled at the sensation coursing through him. Good thing he’d stomped Adel Rivers square in the guts earlier—any hesitation and Billy would’ve been in trouble.

"The Plunder System is insane! Rip the sky, drain the earth, snatch anything and everything! My badass life starts now!"

"Yes, hell yes!" Billy’s insides churned with exhilaration, but for Adel sprawled on the ground, the world had stopped making sense. He stared blankly, not even feeling the pain.

"My... my cultivation!" Adel’s mind was in shambles. His core shattered, his power gone—it was too much to grasp.

"You filthy mutt! What kind of sorcery did you pull? Give my cultivation back—NOW!" Adel bared his teeth, shouting with venom.

Billy locked his gaze onto Adel, cold and sharp as a blade. "What did you just call me?" His voice cut through the air like a whip.

Adel froze. A terrible realization slipped into his mind. Billy held Level One Warrior cultivation now—his cultivation—and the reality was crushing.

"Y-you... What the hell are you?! How did my cultivation—how did it end up in you?!" Adel roared, half rage, half terror etched across his face.

"What, a monster?" Billy’s eyes darkened, glinting with lethal intent. No way he was letting Adel walk away alive—one loose end and his system’s secret would be out.

"Ask the King of Hell!" Billy lunged forward, his foot striking directly at Adel's neck.

"Wait—don’t kill me! My father won’t let you get away with it!" Adel shrieked, his voice cracking, desperation clawing through his words."Crack!" With one swift kick, Billy Rivers disposed of Adel Rivers. His gaze hardened; even a housekeeper’s son wasn’t untouchable. If they wanted his life, he'd take theirs.

For Billy, his first kill brought not fear, but exhilaration—a rush that wiped out hesitation. No second thoughts.

Once Adel was handled, Billy jumped onto the bed and started cultivating.

"Damn it, this Grade One talent is trash!" After a while, he cursed, frustrated. The sluggish pace of absorbing spiritual energy felt like eternity, like a snail crawling uphill—it might take him years just to advance. No wonder Adel was stuck at Level One all this time.

"I need more power, no doubt!" Springing off the bed, a grin curled at Billy’s lips. Power was there for the taking, and taking was his style. He'd strip those arrogant fools of their talent, their strength, their treasures—even their women. He'd trample them beneath his feet, and the thrill of domination left him smirking.

Higher talents, extraordinary skills, rare treasures, and beauty—they’d all be his someday.