Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 310: Unbothered Villain—Isles of the Blessed (Vol II)

A golden pillar of light descended from the heavens, wrapping around Theseus's broken body like some divine extraction. It was radiant, otherworldly—yet completely invisible to mundanes, hidden from the sight of Champions, as if the gods themselves had intervened to ensure that no mortal or half-blood would question his sudden absence.

The golden energy shimmered, humming with celestial power, and then, just like that, Theseus was gone, lifted into the sky in silent triumph despite his humiliating defeat.

In Olympus, the gods gathered around his lifeless form. His body lay pristine, the wounds and blood gone as if death itself refused to leave a blemish on a warrior of his lineage. This was not the fate of a mere fallen Champion; this was the passing of a name written in myths, and the gods would honor it as such.

He was also the son of Poseidon!

Theseus's soul stood at the precipice, the golden light of Elysium stretching before him like a dawn that never faded. He had fought, he had conquered—but this time, he had lost.

Barely a quarter of a year had passed since he returned to the mortal realm before Parker cut his life short, but the time one lived mattered less than the legacy they left behind. And Theseus, despite everything, was still Theseus.

Elysium awaited him—a paradise where heroes, demigods, and the gods' chosen few got their eternal spring vacation. No shadows, no suffering. Just endless golden fields, a place where some souls even got a shot at rebirth.

But Theseus? The three big guys—Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades—had bigger plans.

"His soul shall rest in the Isles of the Blessed," Zeus declared, voice rolling through the halls like a divine mic drop.

A ripple of approval. Elysium was one thing, but the Isles? That was next-level. Only the most legendary of the legendary got that spot. Achilles, Cadmus, maybe a few others. Now, Theseus joined the club. Only that this time, the rest weren't there and were loaming the Earth currently.

Hades, standing between his two brothers, gave a slow nod. "He is to be placed among the honored."

Zeus and Poseidon, for once, had nothing to contest. Even they knew when to set aside their endless squabbles.

"The Isles of the Blessed," Zeus declared, his voice carrying across the grand halls of Olympus. "Where only the greatest of warriors shall remain."

The gods murmured their approval, nodding in agreement. And then, it was done. Hades, in his silent dominion, guided Theseus's soul forward.

Poseidon stepped forward, looking down at his son. For once, there was no arrogance, no godly bravado. Just something quiet. Maybe even sad. His sea-green eyes filled with something rare—an emotion deeper than pride, though he masked it well.

"Aethra awaits you, boy," he muttered, bidding his farewell to the son he had never truly known.

****

A Koenigsegg Jesko—some ultra-fast, ultra-expensive thing that was basically a jet on wheels sped forward. Parker wasn't even with Erebus but instead, he had Levi—yeah, Levi, that annoying voice in his head that never seemed to shut up. So it didn't matter if Ere was here of not, Levi could be equally as a chatter box.

[You're still stuck on that race?] Levi's voice echoed in his mind, dripping with sarcasm. [You really need to let it go, man. You've already given up on that thing. While the others are probably sipping their victory champagne on some rooftop in Rodeo, you're out here playing serial executioner with demi-gods.]

Parker's fingers drummed against the steering wheel, his Koenigsegg Jesko slicing through the empty road like a ghost. The night was deep, the streetlights a blur in his periphery. He hadn't even realized how much time had passed since he stopped to deal with Theseus.

"Technically, it wasn't execution. More like... pest control." Parker's tone was flat, but Levi could hear the amusement lurking beneath it.

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[Oh, yeah, right. Dude, you practically vacuum-sealed his soul out of existence. Even Hades would've been like, 'Damn, that's overkill.'] Levi snickered. [Not that I'm complaining. The guy wasn't just a dick but also an overachiever—a stupid one.]

Parker didn't argue. Theseus had been a stupid and would've been a problem if Parker didn't deal with him, and now he wasn't. Simple.

He shifted gears, the engine roaring in response. The others had probably reached Rodeo by now. He had originally planned to win, to take the whole damn race just because he could—but things had changed. That fight had been more important.

And, honestly?

Winning some illegal race seemed kinda mid compared to watching a legend's soul crumble to dust in his hands.

Levi whistled. [So, what now, Speed Racer? Gonna pull up last and act like you were just vibing the whole time?]

Parker smirked, finally pressing down on the gas. The car launched forward, a blur of sleek black metal devouring the road.

"Nah." He exhaled, eyes narrowing. "I think I'll make an entrance."

The Koenigsegg Jesko Absolut sliced through the night, its sleek black body a blur against the empty highway. The race? Yeah, that was long over.

Not that he cared.

He'd stopped. Handled business. Snapped a certain idiot's spine like a twig. Priorities. Now? Now he was just driving. Fast enough that the world outside blurred, but slow enough that he wasn't actively trying to break the sound barrier. Yet.

[You really don't give a shit about winning, huh?] Parker exhaled through his nose. Levi. Always watching. Always talking. Always complaining.

"Can't you shut up if can't stop mentioning the race. What was it to you?"

[A win. I hate when losing. You were ahead by the way I just didn't tell you that before you stopped. Then you left a corpse. And now you're out here, what? Taking a joyride?]

Parker tilted his head, considering.

[Oh. Oh, I get it.] Levi's tone shifted, something between amused and exasperated. [You're pissed.]

Parker's fingers drummed against the wheel. He wasn't even sure why he was still driving at this point. The glow of Redeo's skyline loomed in the distance, but the second he crossed into that city, everything was gonna get messy.

Levi chuckled. [Yeah, you're pissed.]

Parker's grip on the wheel tightened.

****

Parker reached Rodeo Drive, parking his car with the smooth ease of a man who owned the goddamn street. He spotted them instantly—the two beasts, the customized Bugatti belonging to Tessa and Atalanta's sleek Porsche.

His gaze lingered on the Porsche for a second longer than necessary.

Should he tell Atalanta about Theseus?

She'd find out eventually. If he didn't tell her, it might fuck up their growing bond, and he was way too close to maxing out her affection to let some dead idiot ruin it now. He wasn't about to restart the whole goddamn process because of Theseus. Fuck that. However she took it, that was on her—but it was coming from him first.

He wouldn't give Theseus the privilege of being some tragic whisper passed through the grapevine.

Besides, he'd sensed it.

Someone had recorded the fight.

Didn't matter. Parker had hidden his face, kept himself off the footage.

[I will remind if it needs to go down, Master!]

"You're useful Levi..." Before she could enjoy the praise he added, "for the first time tonight!"

Parker adjusted his jacket, not even remotely concerned. His face had been well-hidden, masked from any angle that mattered. He wasn't stupid. If a video went viral, if the gods spilled the tea to the other Champions, it wouldn't matter. He'd be the one to tell Atalanta first. Before the noise. Before the internet did what the internet did best.

Because that's was the only thing he cared about about the fight tonight—not to break her trust when he stood a chance of taking her into his inner circle. So as long as his face stayed out of the video—cuz he didn't want to go viral—he will only care about strengthening his bond with Atalanta.

And also she was also a key to her master—Goddess Artemis!

Hopefully, she and Theseus weren't close. That would be awkward as hell.

With a sigh, he pushed the door open and stepped out, locked the car and started walking, already bracing for whatever dramatic reaction was about to come his way.

Time to handle it.