I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System

In a playground area, an icy silver-haired young girl of about ten years, wearing an icy blue gown, sat on a swing. Her body emitted an aura of loneliness and longing for home, and her smile was full of sadness. Anyone who saw her would feel an urge to protect her, wanting to make her smile all the time.

"Big Sis, what's wrong? Are you hungry?" A five-year-old boy wearing tattered clothes walked toward the young girl and stood in front of her. He held out a part of his bread to her as he spoke.

The young girl looked at the boy. She hadn't met him before and wondered why he called her "Big Sis." She intended to refuse his offer until her stomach growled...

Seeing the innocent look in the boy's eyes and hearing her own stomach rumbling, she had no choice but to accept the bread. The young boy smiled brightly when he saw her take it.

He then went to the swing beside her, climbed onto it, and sat down, watching her eat with a smile on his face.

The young girl, who had been eating the bread hurriedly due to her hunger, suddenly blushed, feeling embarrassed under the boy's gaze.

As she ate, savoring every bite, she finally felt some energy returning to her. Her heart swelled with a sense of joy, and a small smile crept onto her face.

"Big Sis is like a princess," the boy said suddenly, pulling her out of her moment of blissful eating.

His words made her smile unknowingly. "What's your name?" she asked, her tone gentle.

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"My name is Draco Xandros," the young boy said proudly.

"What about your papa and mama?" she asked curiously.

Her words made the boy's expression dim. He fell silent, deep in thought. "Papa...," he muttered, looking confused. "Mama...?"

The girl's heart ached at the sight of the boy's confusion. *It seems he's an orphan,* she thought, feeling a pang of sympathy.

"My name is Ivy," she said warmly, introducing herself. For some reason, she found the young boy's presence comforting.

"Big Sister Ivy, are you lost?" the young boy asked, his innocent eyes filled with wonder as he gazed at her.

"Yes, Big Sis is lost," she replied, her voice tinged with longing. "I went to play outside, and before I knew it, I found myself in a strange place."

The young boy climbed down from his swing and walked over to her. He held her hands firmly, looking up at her with unwavering determination. "Don't worry, Big Sis Ivy. I will protect you," he declared with certainty.

The young girl felt like laughing when she heard this. *How can a little boy protect me?* she wondered. But when she looked into his eyes, something changed. She felt a warmth in her heart, and for some reason, her mind felt at ease. Slowly, she found herself wanting to lean on the boy's small but steady shoulder.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"My mama said only my darling can be my protector," the young girl chuckled, trying to tease him.

"Then I will be Big Sis Ivy's darling!" the boy declared boldly, shocking her as she stared at him in surprise.

She smiled, brushing off his words as mere childish talk. But as time passed, a series of events unfolded. The young boy continued to protect her, standing up for her whenever she was in trouble. Unknowingly, she found herself leaning on his shoulder more often. Before long, she was calling him "Darling" without even realizing it.

A month had passed. The girl always smiled cheekily, hugging the young boy with a satisfied grin.

"I'll just wait for him to grow up, then I'll make him mine—my darling," she said softly, giving the sleeping young boy a peck on his forehead.

As for where they slept, it was in the slum area, hidden away in an abandoned building.

At first, she hated it. She remembered the life she had before ending up in this place. But whenever she saw the boy's joyful expression, she found herself unable to complain. Slowly, she grew accustomed to it.

But alas, life and fate surely love to play their own games.

"I never thought the young mistress would be unlucky enough to get caught in a space rift and end up here," a man's voice echoed through the slum. A group of ten men hovered above the ground as they moved through the area, walking as if on air.

"To think the young mistress is in such a rotten and disgusting place," one of them muttered with a look of disdain.

"Let's just get the young mistress and leave. This place is revolting," another said, his tone filled with irritation.

Following the signal that led them to Ivy, they spotted her watching over someone sleeping. Her once-pristine appearance was gone, replaced by tattered clothes.

"Young mistress, you've suffered greatly," one of them said, drawing Ivy's attention. Her eyes widened with surprise as she turned to face them.

"Young mistress, Master ordered us to retrieve you. You've been missing from home for too long," another added.

"Can I take him with me?" the young girl asked hopefully, her gaze lingering on the sleeping boy's peaceful face.

"Apologies, young mistress, but that is impossible," the man replied firmly. His words drained the color from her face, but she had already expected this outcome.

"Then... let's go," she said softly, standing up carefully. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall. She now realized she had grown attached to the young boy—her darling.

"We will meet again in the future, and when that time comes, we will truly be darlings," she thought, her heart heavy as she walked away with the men.

"Erase the young mistress's appearance and the time she spent with him from his memory," the leader of the group ordered in a low voice.

One of the men broke away from the group, sneaking back toward the sleeping boy. He gazed at the boy with disdain. "Tch, a slum boy thinking he can lay claim to our young mistress," he scoffed.

After completing his task, he glanced at the boy one last time before heading back to rejoin the group.

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Draco was shocked by this and looked at Ivy with a smile. He had recovered his memory and could now understand where the familiar feeling came from and why Ivy had such a jealous expression when he was with other ladies.

He looked at Ivy in surprise. She had taken his younger self seriously back then, waiting for more than twelve years to be with him. He viewed her in a new light.

Draco also reflected on the audacity he had as a child to declare himself the "darling" of a ten-year-old girl when he was only five. He chuckled at the thought, hoping Ivy would be the first and last person to ever hold him to such a promise.

He opened his unoccupied left arm, and Ivy, seeing this, knew exactly what he meant. She rushed toward him, hugging him tightly as she breathed in his scent with joy.

Draco glanced at Ivy in his arms and couldn't help but pat her head, ruffling her hair. This simple gesture made Ivy happy.

"Darling didn't forget me," she thought joyfully. "He smells so nice," she muttered with a smile.

Draco looked at her as she took in his scent, smiling softly. He didn't stop her from doing so.

Rose and the rest were shocked by this, especially Darvis and Williams. They had never seen Ivy act so submissive, nor had they ever seen such a warm smile on her face.

Rose, Alya, and Adrianna, who watched this scene, felt a bit jealous. None of them had ever hugged Draco like that, and they pouted inwardly.

Champs was still watching this in shock. He knew Ivy as a teacher, but for Draco to have "conquered" her, it made him view Draco in a new light.

Blum and the others were equally surprised.

"As they said, this can't be Draco," one of them muttered. The sight of Draco hugging Ivy only confirmed their suspicions. The Draco they knew was an airhead and would never hug another woman in front of Rose.

"Wow, what a family reunion," a voice suddenly called out, snapping Draco out of his moment of comfort.