Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 152 Primordial Spirits 2

Parker's mind wandered as the car seat hugged him. He couldn't help but think about what the system had revealed earlier about Atalanta and her bond with that ancient spirit, Kynthia. It was wild how much stuff about these Olympian champions went way beyond the myths. The thought stuck in his mind, itching at his curiosity.

"System," he said, breaking the silence, "what exactly are these Primordial spirits? Are they, like, gods? Something else entirely?Kynthia's just the tip of the iceberg, right? Tell me more about them. Like, how many are out there, and should I be worried they'll come knocking on my door?"

He cracked a small grin, knowing full well the System would probably drop another bombshell on him. But hey, if there were secrets to be uncovered, Parker was damn well going to uncover them.

This was his world now, and he had every intention of mastering it—one mystery at a time."

The System responded with its usual crispness:

[Primordial spirits are entities that predate recorded mythology. They are neither gods nor mortals, but manifestations of raw concepts, elements, and emotions that existed at the dawn of creation. Unlike the Olympian gods, who are tied to human belief and worship, Primordial spirits are tied directly to the fabric of existence itself. They are ancient, untamed, and exist beyond the understanding of most mortal and divine beings.]

Parker's brow furrowed. "So, they're basically off the grid, power-wise? No altars, no temples, no choir of believers hyping them up?"@@@@

[Correct, Host. Their strength is independent of faith. While gods like Zeus and Apollo might be drawing power from devotion, Primordial spirits remain constant. They exist as long as their domain exists. For example, Kynthia, the spirit of wild freedom, continues to thrive as long as untamed wilderness and the concept of freedom persist.]

Parker tapped a finger against his knee, thinking it over. "Okay, but if they're that powerful and eternal, why don't they just stomp the gods and take over?"

[Primordial spirits are different from gods in their nature. They do not seek dominion or worship, nor do they play the same hierarchical games. Their goals are tied to their essence—for example, maintaining balance, preserving their domains, or simply existing in harmony with the world. Many avoid the Olympians altogether, seeing them as meddlesome and overly concerned with mortals.]

Parker let out a low whistle. "So, they're basically chill but OP as fuck. Got it." He leaned his head back against the seat. "What about their interactions with humans? I'm guessing they don't hand out favors like candy like gods do?"

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The revelations about Primordial spirits continued digging dangerously their claws into his thoughts, refusing to let go. Ancient beings tied to the foundation of existence itself, hidden beyond the gods' grasp, untouched by mortal belief—that kind of power was dangerous, unpredictable, and, honestly, fascinating as hell.

He couldn't help but wonder how many of them might be lurking out there, watching, waiting. Maybe some were asleep, buried under mountains or lost in the ocean's depths. Maybe others were walking the streets, disguised as regular people, just waiting for the right moment to remind the world they existed.

"System," he said suddenly, breaking the stillness, "is there a way to... I don't know, draw their attention? Make them notice?" His voice had that familiar mix of curiosity and reckless ambition.

The System responded, its tone as even as ever:

[Primordial spirits are drawn to significant shifts in their domains or disturbances in the natural order. They rarely notice individual mortals unless they sense something extraordinary. However, attempting to gain their attention deliberately is highly risky, Host.]

Parker raised an eyebrow. "Risky how? Like, end-of-the-world risky, or just the kind of risky that makes life more interesting?"

[That depends on the spirit and their intentions. Some may offer power, guidance, or protection, but others may see you as a threat, a pawn, or a source of entertainment. Their motives are often inscrutable, and their patience is not endless.]

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Great. So, basically, it's like playing poker with a stacked deck and no idea what the rules are. Sounds about right."

[Host, be wary. To catch the attention of a Primordial spirit is to invite their influence into your life. Whether that is a blessing or a curse depends entirely on how well you can walk the line they demand.]

Parker smirked at that, muttering, "So, don't piss off the cosmic forces of nature. Got it. Add that to the list of things I already don't have time for. Or maybe I do..."