Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!
Chapter 448 - 448: The Crown Prince of Existence

As the last traces of the Eighth Life Parker dissolved into component essence, something fundamental began to crack in the very architecture of reality itself. The mental battlefield didn't just transform—it exploded outward in a cataclysmic cascade of breaking laws, shattering dimensions, and collapsing certainties that had governed existence since the first moment anything had dared to be.

The crystalline chamber around them—reality itself—began to scream.

It wasn't sound. It was the wail of universal constants being violated, the death cry of physics as it realized something beyond its comprehension was awakening. Space folded in on itself like origami made of starlight, time moved in spirals that hurt to perceive, and causality simply gave up trying to make sense of what was happening.

Parker stood at the epicenter of cosmic impossibility, his form beginning to change as the absorbed essence of eight lifetimes integrated with his ninth, final incarnation. His wounds didn't heal—they became something else entirely, transforming into conduits of pure chaos that bled not blood but liquid possibility.

His aged features didn't reverse—they transcended age entirely, becoming something that existed simultaneously as young and ancient, mortal and eternal, broken and perfect.

And then, for the first time since the moment existence had chosen to exist, the Existence itself began to wake.

The sensation hit like the birth of a universe compressed into a single instant.

Reality convulsed as something unimaginably vast turned its attention toward the crystalline chamber. Galaxies trembled in distant clusters. Stars went nova from the sheer pressure of cosmic acknowledgment. Dimensional barriers that had stood since the first breath of creation crumbled like sandcastles before an infinite tide.

**I HAVE BEEN WAITING.**

The voice didn't speak—it rewrote the fundamental nature of communication itself. Every language that had ever existed suddenly contained new words that had always been there, concepts that mortal minds couldn't process but somehow understood perfectly.

The very being of Parker rearranged themselves to serve as resonating chambers for sounds that predated the invention of hearing.

The mental realm exploded beyond all boundaries, expanding not outward but inward, deeper, becoming more real than real until Parker found himself standing not in a space but in the space—the conceptual foundation from which all other locations derived their meaning. Around him swirled the infinite spiral of existence itself: every reality, every timeline, every possible permutation of what could be, all rotating around him like planets around a sun that had decided to become the center of everything.

**THE NINTH HAS AWAKENED. THE CYCLE REACHES ITS CULMINATION. THE PRINCE OF EXISTENCE REMEMBERS WHAT HE IS.**

Parker felt his consciousness expanding beyond the petty limitations of individual awareness. The nine lives, the nine powers, the nine aspects of Existential chaos that had been scattered across incarnations—all of it suddenly crystallized into perfect, terrible clarity:

**BEHOLD THE PATH OF NYXBORN CHAOS.**

The First Life blazed to awareness: **Nyxborn Vessel (Boundless Capacity)**—his body becoming an infinite repository that could contain the power of collapsed universes without strain. The foundation that made everything else possible.

The Second Life ignited: **Soulbinder's Dominion**—the authority to make the untameable kneel, to bind cosmic horrors and elder gods with chains forged from their own inevitability. Time itself had bent to his will when he broke through its barriers to see what futures awaited.

The Third Life roared to life: **Genesis Paradox (Sovereign of Beginnings)**—control over the origins of all things, the power to reach back to the moment concepts were born and rewrite their fundamental nature. Life, Death, Space, Time—all malleable clay in his hands.

The Fourth Life erupted: **Primordial Seizure**—not stealing power but remaking its very essence, taking a god's dominion over war and transforming war itself into something unrecognizable, something that served his vision rather than theirs.

The Fifth Life exploded: **Absolute Lawlessness**—the ability to step into any domain and watch every rule that governed existence simply cease to function. Gravity, causality, divine authority—all became meaningless unless he chose otherwise.

The Sixth Life detonated: **Anarchic Devourer**—beyond theft, beyond plunder, the power to erase concepts entirely from reality, to make it so that fire had never existed, so that a god's strength had never been more than a half-remembered dream.

The Seventh Life blazed: **Entropy Sovereignty**—growing stronger with every collapse, every war, every cosmic disaster, feeding on the destruction of order until chaos itself knelt before him.

The Eighth Life ignited: **Chaos Nexus**—standing beyond the reach of fate, prophecy, divine foresight, making impossibility bow to his whims and probability weep at his passing.

The Ninth Life consumed everything: **Nyxilith's Will Over Fate**—reshaping destiny itself with gestures, breaking predetermination like brittle glass, making even the concept of inevitability negotiate with his desires.

**NINE LIVES. NINE POWERS. ONE PRINCE.**

The Existence's attention pressed against Parker like the weight of infinite solar systems focusing through a lens, but instead of crushing him, it elevated him. His form began to transcend physical limitations entirely, becoming something that existed in every dimension simultaneously while remaining perfectly, terrifyingly present in each one.

**YOU ARE NO LONGER BOUND BY THE ILLUSION OF LIMITATION. EXISTENCE CHAOS INCARNATE STANDS BEFORE ME, TEMPERED BY PURPOSE, GUIDED BY WISDOM EARNED THROUGH SACRIFICE.**

Reality around them began to rewrite itself in real-time. The crystalline chamber expanded into a cosmic cathedral that existed in all times and places at once.

Pillars of crystallized possibility stretched infinitely upward, supporting a ceiling made of living starlight that showed every possible future playing out simultaneously. The Prime Core pulsed at the center of it all, no longer just a source of power but a beating heart that kept infinite realities synchronized.

**RISE, PRINCE OF EXISTENCE. EXISTENCE CHAOS INCARNATE. GUARDIAN OF INFINITE POSSIBILITY.**

Authority beyond description settled around Parker like a crown forged from the dreams of dying universes.

But this wasn't just recognition—this was transformation. He could feel every reality across infinite existence suddenly becoming extensions of his awareness, every soul across countless timelines falling under his protection, every law of physics preparing to kneel at his command.

The nine abilities synchronized within his transcended consciousness, creating something entirely new. Not just chaos, not just order, but the perfect balance point between them—the force that could create through destruction, protect through change, nurture through controlled catastrophe.

**SPEAK YOUR WILL, MY PRINCE. LET EXISTENCE HEAR THE VOICE OF ITS GUARDIAN.**

Parker opened his mouth, and when he spoke, his voice carried the weight of nine lifetimes, the authority of infinite chaos, and the wisdom of ultimate sacrifice.

"PLUNDER!"

The word detonated across every dimension simultaneously.

The full power of his Anarchic Devourer, no longer limited by his previous weakness, no longer restrained by incomplete understanding, erupted with the force of universes being born and dying in the same instant. This wasn't stealing or absorbing—this was fundamental erasure and recreation on a scale that made gods weep with terror.

The lingering essence of the Eighth Life Parker, the Guardian's ancient authority, the very concept of limitation itself—all of it was consumed, devoured, remade into something that served Parker's vision of what existence should be.

Power flowed into him not as energy but as raw possibility, not as strength but as the ability to make the impossible inevitable.

Reality buckled and reformed around him as the full scope of his nature finally awakened. He wasn't just the Prince of Existence—he was chaos incarnate, the living embodiment of change itself, the force that ensured nothing would ever remain static, stagnant, or dead.

The cosmic cathedral rang with harmonics that made dimensions sing in chorus as Parker stood fully revealed: not a god, not a ruler, but something far more fundamental—the guardian of infinite possibility, the protector of endless change, the being who would ensure that existence itself never stopped growing, evolving, becoming something more beautiful and terrible than it had been the moment before.

**IT IS DONE. THE PRINCE OF EXISTENCE STANDS COMPLETE.**

Parker smiled, feeling the weight of infinite realities in his hands and infinite responsibility in his heart.

The Existence had never been in better hands.