All Chapters of I Steal The System: Chapter 81
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Chapter 80: The Splendor of the Blood Palace
The Presidential Palace rose from the center of the capital like a spear thrust into the sky. Its walls were not stone or steel. They were a fusion of energy crystal and polished alloy, surfaces that shimmered with an inner light that shifted from gold to amber depending on the angle. The structure pierced through the artificial cloud layer, its highest spires invisible from the ground. It was a monument to power. A cathedral of absolute authority.Lucius drove the minister's armored car through the final checkpoint and into the underground parking bay reserved for the highest officials. The genetic scanner at the entrance recognized Doran's DNA and opened without delay. He parked in a marked space and stepped out.The interior of the palace was even more overwhelming. Vast corridors stretched in every direction, their ceilings arched and painted with murals depicting the nation's history. But the murals were not static. Holographic overlays made the painted figures move, soldiers mar
Chapter 81: Altar of the Heavenly Dictator
Lucius descended the glass corridor that spiraled down from the Harvest Chamber toward the golden bunker. The walls were transparent, showing layers of earth and crystal veins pulsing with stolen soul energy. The air grew heavier with every step. Not warm. Dense. Pressing against his skin like an invisible ocean. The combined spiritual pressure of millions of harvested souls flowed through the pipes alongside him, converging toward the underground core.At the end of the corridor stood a titanium door. It was seamless, without handle or keyhole. A single red rune pulsed at its center, linked to a genetic scanner that would only open for the President's DNA. Lucius did not slow his stride. He placed his palm flat against the cold metal and pushed a focused pulse of energy from the Cold Core.The temperature around his hand dropped to absolute zero for a fraction of a second. The metal became brittle. The locking mechanism inside shattered with a muffled crack. The door swung inward with
Chapter 82: Dialogue of the False God
The harem girls screamed. Their vacant, conditioned expressions shattered into raw panic. They scrambled backward across the golden floor, their naked bodies slipping on silk cushions, their hands clutching at each other. None of them looked back at the President who had just shoved them aside. They fled to the farthest corner of the bunker, huddling together with trembling limbs and wide, terrified eyes.Lucius stepped forward. His boots left faint impressions on the gold tiles. The stolen minister's shirt hung open over his gray patrol uniform, and he pulled it off with one casual motion, letting it fall to the floor. Red Lightning flickered to life around his fingertips. The crimson sparks crackled softly, the only sound besides the distant hum of the soul extraction machinery above.President Hedron watched him approach with the same tilted smile. He swirled the chalice, the red liquid inside catching the golden light. The translucent wings behind him shimmered."I assume you expe
Chapter 83: Absolute Regeneration
The golden fist connected with Lucius's chest.The impact was not a strike. It was a cataclysm compressed into a knuckle's width. The shockwave blew outward in a ring of shattered light, tearing silk cushions to threads and ripping gold tiles from the floor. Lucius's body became a projectile. He punched through the bunker wall, through a layer of reinforced concrete, through another, and another, and another. Five structural barriers disintegrated around him before he crashed into the open floor of the Harvest Chamber above.He landed on his back and slid twenty meters across the metal grating. Sparks sprayed from his heels. His coat was shredded across the chest, revealing the gray uniform beneath. The skin over his sternum was red and smoking, but unbroken. The Cold Core had absorbed the brunt of the kinetic energy, distributing it through his body and venting the excess as a wave of frost that crackled across the floor around him.Fast. The President was genuinely fast. Angel-level
Chapter 84: Tactical Sacrifice
The President attacked without pause. Blades of golden light formed around his fists and wings, slashing outward in rapid arcs. Each strike carved through the air with a high-pitched shriek. Lucius dodged, twisted, deflected with his forearms, but the light blades were faster than anything Hedron had thrown before. One slash opened a gash across his shoulder. Another grazed his ribs, burning through the gray uniform and searing the skin beneath. A third cut his thigh, forcing him to one knee.He rolled sideways as a fourth blade stabbed down, piercing the metal grating where his head had been. Blue sparks exploded from the floor. Lucius came up running, but more light blades pursued him. He weaved through the rows of shattered tubes, using the corpses and debris as cover. The President's laughter echoed through the Harvest Chamber."Regeneration is useful, is it not?" Hedron taunted. The four translucent wings spread wide, launching him forward. "But you do not have it. Every wound I
Chapter 85: The Breaking of the Heavenly Cup
The scream that tore from President Hedron's mouth was not a sound made by human vocal cords. It was a shriek ripped from the deepest layer of his soul, a frequency that shattered the remaining glass tubes and sent cracks spiderwebbing across the Harvest Chamber's walls. The black decay from Lucius's fingers had reached the core of the Godly Harvest System. The red tendrils connecting the chalice to the President's palm withered and snapped.The Heavenly Cup went dark.One moment it blazed with the stolen life force of millions. The next, its golden radiance flickered and died, leaving behind only a tarnished brass goblet. The cup clattered from Hedron's limp fingers and rolled across the metal grating with a hollow, empty sound.Then the souls were freed.Millions of trapped voices erupted from the cup in a swirling vortex of pale light. They spiraled upward, a cyclone of liberated spirits, passing through the ceiling of the Harvest Chamber as though the tons of crystal and steel did
Chapter 86: Wrath of Archangel Alveo
Lucius held the glowing spine in his grip, blood still dripping from the severed vertebrae. The golden system energy pulsing along the bone called to him like a second heartbeat. He pressed the spine against his chest, and the Energy Reactor responded. Tendrils of light extended from his core, wrapping around the extracted skeleton, pulling it into his body. The Godly Harvest System dissolved into streams of golden data that merged with his existing framework. A new notification flickered at the edge of his consciousness.Then the room went white.A pillar of holy light erupted from the entrance of the Harvest Chamber, so bright it erased every shadow. The remaining glass tubes exploded. The corpses on the floor turned to ash. The metal grating screamed as the heat warped it. Lucius raised one arm to shield his eyes, but the light punched through flesh and bone, searing his retinas with the pure essence of divine fury.Archangel Alveo descended through the ruined ceiling. His golden w
Chapter 87: Fall of the Golden Wings
The two forces collided and the capital shook.Red lightning met golden radiance. The shockwave tore through the Presidential Palace tower from the inside, blowing out crystal windows floor by floor. Glass and steel rained onto the streets below. Citizens who had gathered for the Festival screamed and scattered as chunks of debris the size of wagons crashed into the plazas. Far above, streaks of crimson and gold painted the night sky, a light show of destruction that could be seen from every district.Inside the ruined Harvest Chamber, Lucius and Archangel Alveo fought without pause.Alveo was a master of the heavenly sword. His blade of holy light moved in patterns that no mortal swordsman could replicate. It cut through the air with perfect precision, each strike flowing into the next like verses of a divine song. He had trained for millennia in the courts of paradise. He had slain demons and rebellious spirits. He had never been pushed back by a human.Until now.Lucius fought like
Chapter 88: Annihilation of the Heavenly Projection
Alveo lay broken in the rubble of his own palace. The golden blood pooling from his crushed nose and the stumps on his back had turned the white marble into a slick of shimmering gore. His gray wings, drained of holy light, lay scattered around him like shed skin. He tried to push himself up with his remaining arm, but the bones were shattered. His chest heaved with wet, rattling breaths.His lips moved. A whisper. A desperate chant in a language older than human civilization. The air around him began to shimmer as the teleportation spell activated, the emergency escape all angels were granted. A soft golden glow enveloped his broken body, promising retreat, promising survival, promising that he would return with the full fury of Heaven.A boot slammed down on his throat. The golden glow flickered and died. The spell shattered. Alveo gagged, his one good eye rolling up to see Lucius standing over him, face cold, foot pressing just hard enough to keep him pinned without granting the me
Chapter 89: Return of the Demon Slave
The blood-red portal tore open in the sky above the ruined capital. Crimson lightning lashed outward, striking the remaining towers of the Presidential Palace and sending fresh showers of debris onto the streets below. The citizens who had not already fled screamed and ran for whatever shelter they could find. The vortex pulsed once, a sickening heartbeat in the clouds, and then it spat out a figure.The body tumbled through the air, limp and broken, trailing smoke from a dozen wounds. It struck the cracked asphalt of the palace courtyard with a sickening thud, bounced once, and rolled to a stop against a chunk of fallen crystal wall. The figure was female. Her clothing was shredded. Her skin was crisscrossed with deep slashes that glowed faintly with residual holy energy, the marks of angelic blades that had cut her over and over.Lucius turned from the ashes of Alveo. His cold eyes found the fallen figure, and recognition sparked. He crossed the rubble in three strides and knelt bes