Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!
Chapter 447 - 447: I AM: Ultimate PLUNDER!

"You were incomplete!" Parker roared, his damaged soul somehow finding strength to interrupt his perfect predecessor. "You stood there with all your power, all your accumulated wisdom, and you were still missing the most crucial element. That's why there were always meant to be nine lives, not eight!"

"Explain to me," the Eighth Life Parker said, his voice carrying dangerous undertones that made reality itself flinch, "what I could possibly have been missing. What weakness could you identify in perfection?"

Parker wiped the blood from his mouth, his diminished form trembling but resolute.

"Understanding. True understanding of what it means to sacrifice for others. You had power, yes. You had knowledge, preparation, cosmic authority that could reshape existence itself. But you had never learned what it means to give up pieces of yourself for those weaker than you."

"Sacrifice?" The Eighth Life Parker laughed, and the sound shattered mountains in the mental landscape. "I sacrificed seven lifetimes to reach that pinnacle! I gave up everything to become what we needed to be!"

"You sacrificed to gain power," Parker shot back, his voice growing stronger despite the cosmic pressure trying to crush him. "I sacrificed power to save others. There's a difference. A crucial difference that your arrogance blinded you to."

The Eighth Life Parker's form blazed brighter, his fury manifesting as reality-warping energy. "My arrogance? I achieved everything we were meant to achieve! I stood ready to face the ultimate threat with strength unmatched across all existence!"

"And you would have failed," Parker said quietly, the words hitting like physical blows. "Because you never learned that true strength comes not from accumulating power, but from being willing to give it up for others. The threat we're meant to face isn't something that can be defeated through force alone."

"How dare you—"

"How dare I what? Tell you the truth?" Parker's laugh was bitter, bloody, but genuine. "You were so concerned with becoming powerful enough to win that you never learned why the victory mattered. You saw the Ninth Life as unnecessary because you thought eight lifetimes of power accumulation was sufficient."

The Eighth Life Parker stepped forward, his movement sending shockwaves through the mental realm. "I was beyond the need for weakness. Beyond the need for—"

"For love," Parker interrupted. "For connection. For understanding that power without purpose is just cosmic masturbation. You stood at the pinnacle of what eight lives could achieve, and you were ready to face the ultimate threat as a perfect, powerful, completely isolated god."

"Isolation was strength!"

"Isolation was your fatal flaw!" Parker screamed, his damaged soul somehow finding the energy to match his predecessor's cosmic fury. "The threat we're meant to face feeds on isolation, grows stronger when opposed by beings who fight alone! Your perfect, solitary power would have been exactly what it needed to finally break free!"

The Eighth Life Parker recoiled as if struck. "That's... impossible."

"Is it?" Parker's smile was sharp with bitter knowledge. "Why do you think the design called for nine lives? Why not eight? Why not ten? Because nine is the number where power and sacrifice achieve perfect balance. Eight lives create a being of ultimate strength. Nine lives create a being who understands that strength means nothing without something worth protecting."

"You're... you're saying my preparation was useless?"

"I'm saying your preparation was incomplete," Parker replied, his voice carrying hard-won wisdom. "And your arrogance in thinking eight lives were sufficient would have doomed everything we're meant to protect."

The Eighth Life Parker's perfect form flickered, doubt creeping into his cosmic certainty for the first time. "But the power I accumulated... the knowledge..."

"Will be inherited by me like we do, filtered through the understanding that only the Ninth Life can provide," Parker said firmly. "The question is whether you're finally ready to admit that your way wasn't the complete path."

The Eighth Life Parker's form blazed brighter, his fury manifesting as reality-warping energy that flayed strips of consciousness from Parker's already-damaged psyche. "My arrogance? I achieved everything we were meant to achieve! I stood ready to face the ultimate threat with strength unmatched across all existence!"

"And you would have failed," Parker said quietly, the words somehow cutting through the cosmic storm, "because you never learned that true strength comes not from accumulating power, but from being willing to give it up for others."

But then Parker straightened, his battered form finding new resolve as understanding crystallized in his mind. When he spoke again, his voice carried an authority that made the Eighth Life Parker step back in surprise.

"You fool," Parker said, and now his words began to carry their own weight, pressing against his predecessor's cosmic presence. "You achieved eight lives of power and thought yourself complete, but you never achieved the Ninth ability, did you?"

The Eighth Life Parker's perfect composure flickered, genuine shock replacing cosmic arrogance.

"You were fool enough to not realize what it meant to be a Prince of Existence," Parker continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "That's exactly what I, the Ninth, am doing. Being the Prince of Existence and carrying that responsibility—not because it's mandatory, but because it's the necessary part to reach the real pinnacle. Yet you had the audacity to say you were ready?"

The Eighth Life Parker tried to speak, but Parker's words were now striking him with increasing force, his authority building like a cosmic storm.

"What did you take the Prince of Existence for?" Parker demanded, his voice now carrying royal authority that made the mental battlefield reshape itself around his will. "A title to flaunt around and carry your weight? You fool! It's a responsibility to carry! That's why we exist—we, the THEM, the Nyxliths, the rulers of existence. Not only to rule but also to protect what we rule over! The Existence Mother created is our only responsibility!"

Each word now struck the Eighth Life Parker like a physical blow, his perfect form beginning to waver under the assault of true understanding.

"You were nothing but an arrogant prince who didn't know what it meant to be a Prince of Existence," Parker declared, his voice now carrying the weight of cosmic judgment. "You accumulated power but never learned purpose! You achieved strength but never discovered responsibility!"

The Eighth Life Parker staggered, his cosmic authority cracking under the relentless verbal assault.

"That's why," Parker continued, his voice now blazing with newfound power, "I, the Ninth Prince, am above you all! Above the first eight! Because I am The ONE! The One of the First Eight! The Leader of the Six! Master of All Concepts! I AM THE ULTIMATE PLUNDER, MASTER OF EVERYTHING! IAM!"

The words hit the Eighth Life Parker like cosmic tsunamis, each declaration stripping away layers of his perfect facade to reveal the hollow core beneath—power without purpose, strength without soul.

"PLUNDER!" Parker intoned, his voice carrying absolute authority.

The final word unleashed something beyond mere power. Parker's consciousness reached out and began to actively consume parts of the Eighth Life Parker's soul essence, not through violence but through right of superiority. The Eighth's memories, his accumulated wisdom, his vast knowledge—all of it began flowing into Parker as the universe itself acknowledged which version truly deserved to exist.

The Eighth Life Parker's form began to fade, his perfect features dissolving as Parker absorbed everything valuable about his predecessor while leaving behind only the arrogance and isolation.

"No," the Eighth whispered as he felt himself being unmade. "I was... I was perfect..."

"You were incomplete," Parker replied with finality. "And now you're obsolete."

As the last traces of the Eighth Life Parker dissolved into component essence, Parker felt himself becoming truly whole for the first time—not perfect, but complete in a way his predecessor had never understood.

The final trial was over. The Prince of Existence had emerged victorious not through power, but through understanding what that title truly meant.