Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 402: UNKNOWN

What a mother and sister duo those two were. Absolute chaos wrapped in divine couture. Parker chuckled, head tilted back, eyes scanning the space where El had just vanished like a damn Snapchat notification.

"Fine," he muttered to himself, a smirk creeping up his lips. "I'll save Earth."

Not just 'cause it was technically his fault things were spiraling toward cosmic doom—although yeah, he did scare the Olympians into summoning the literal embodiment of annihilation—but because they had entrusted this shitstorm to him. His mother. His sister.

Two terrifying Existential women who somehow made armageddon feel like a family errand.

And he wasn't about to let them down.

Besides… he owed his mother. Big time. And knowing her, that debt wasn't the kind of thing you paid off with flowers and a thank you card. Nope. That woman dealt in favors, in concepts, in reality-warping IOUs. But if he saved Earth? He'd pay it off and also he would be cashing in something huge later, like a favor. Maybe even a whole damn multiverse.

He grinned.

The idea of owning a Prime World as your own didn't sound half bad either. Hell, it was kinda sexy. Owning Earth? Making it his own playground? His base of power? His sanctuary? All while protecting it for the people he actually gave a shit about? His girls. His crew. His people.

That hit different.

And let's be honest—what better way to slap the dumb out of those Olympians than building something they could never destroy? What better payback to THEY than flipping the script before they even showed up?

He didn't have to wait for revenge. He'd start now.

[I've never seen a villain on a heroic journey before!] Levi chirped in his head, voice way too excited for a situation that might end in galactic genocide. [I can't wait!]

Parker didn't answer right away, just laughed under his breath.

Because that was the thing about a villain playing hero—their way of saving the world didn't come with capes and speeches. It came with cold eyes, brutal decisions, and zero mercy for anyone who stood in the way.

And maybe he wasn't even a villain.

Maybe he was something worse.

Something deeper.

Something that didn't need a label.

But he sure as fuck wasn't a hero.

**Crack.**

Reality snapped back into motion.

The moment she left, time hit play again like someone unpaused a video that had been buffering on godspeed.

Let the world resume.

And let him begin.

*

Blissfully unaware that time had been straight-up paused like some Netflix show mid-drama, the world just… kept moving. Like nothing had happened. Like a whole damn goddess hadn't descended, warped reality, handed out divine assignments, kissed cheeks, and bounced.

Even the gods—the mighty, arrogant Olympians who prided themselves on watching everything—didn't notice shit. They resumed their petty-ass evening routine like clockwork, sipping celestial wine and spying on Parker like he was their favorite streaming series. Kinda ironic, really. They didn't even know they'd just been paused like common mortals.

Truth was? Compared to her—the Princess—they were less than mortals. Just shiny bugs in a jar with daddy complexes and delusions of power.

But yeah, they were watching again.

And Parker? He knew. Of course he knew.

There was a certain art to planning against enemies who had front-row seats to your every move. A delicate little dance. A performance within a performance.

[Ding! Ability: UNKNOWN has been upgraded by the Princess!]

[UNKNOWN has surpassed the System's authority and your authority, Master.]

[UNKNOWN will now choose what to show the gods and what to keep hidden on its own.]

[Ding! This does not violate the previously granted Ultimate Option of allowing divine surveillance. Master will not lose the Infinity Equivalent Exchange Concept.]

Parker's eyes narrowed slightly as the memories rolled in—grainy at first, like an old film reel catching up to the present.

There was that one ability. Small, barely noticeable at the time. Something that cloaked him from divine surveillance. He remembered it specifically from that chaotic day he'd met Atalanta and Cassandra.

Back then, he was happy thinking it would ass off the eyes of the gods, let him move through Olympus's radar like a damn ghost. But after his Awakening? He thought it was gone. Thought it vanished like the rest of those low-tier blessings the system auto-wiped during his evolution.

He didn't feel anything about loosing it, to the current him it was useless.

Apparently... not.

"Turns out UNKNOWN has a really mysterious résumé," he muttered under his breath, a crooked grin pulling at his mouth. "Goes by the name: My big sister, El."

And just like that, shit made sense.

That's why he hadn't lost it. While the other abilities faded, glitched, or burned out during his awakening—UNKNOWN stayed. Not because his awakening respected it, but because it couldn't touch it. That thing wasn't programmed. It was gifted. Hard-coded by someone far above the backend.

There had been others too. Blessings. Perks. Junk he barely remembered—flashes of passive skills or momentary powers handed to him like candy by lesser entities trying to kiss up to his potential, serving the same purpose as Unknown.

And yeah, most of them got wiped.

But not UNKNOWN.

Because UNKNOWN wasn't a feature.

UNKNOWN was family.

Parker blinked. Then smirked.

Of course.

Her "gift." Those were her exact words: "I left you gifts."

And here it was—the first one. A god-tier privacy filter coded in divine rebellion. The gods could watch—sure—but only what UNKNOWN allowed them to see.

"Well," he muttered under his breath, lips twitching into a grin, "it would've been fun to plot in front of them... but this is definitely better."

[Ding! Memory Update: The gods will continue watching your movements against them. However, all inner-circle and family-level discussions will remain hidden.]

Parker rolled his eyes and muttered, "Finally. Some kind of fun privacy. Took a fuckin' universe-breaking cheat to get it, but hey, merci."

And then he snapped back to the present.

Because in the literal second he'd spent bantering with his system like it was his sarcastic bestie, the family leaders were already walking toward him.

Slow. Respectful. Eyes heavy. Knees bending.

And one by one—they bowed.

All of them.

Every last one.

He'd had different plans for them before. Smaller ideas. Maybe even petty ones. But things had shifted. The mission had evolved. Earth was now his battlefield, his responsibility, and apparently his damn inheritance.

And it was time to move.

He had tasks. He had cities to own. And he had a whole Prime World to claim like it was a Black Friday sale.

Let's fucking go.