Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 184 Protect Infinity Loyalty

The morning was indeed too damn peaceful.

The kind of morning Parker didn't get often—the kind where he wasn't juggling supernatural bullshit, corporate warfare, or some god-tier drama. Just a simple morning. Light breakfast, soft chatter, TV playing in the background. Even he had let himself get lost in it, leaning back into the couch, eyes lazily focused on the screen.

Maybe, just maybe, he could pretend he was normal for a second.

Until he wasn't.

[Hey, lazy host.]

Parker exhaled through his nose. "What's up, mom?" he muttered, rolling his eyes. Because, of course, it had to be the system. Lately, it had been acting more like Erebus than the cold, robotic interface he was used to. No—scratch that. It was worse than Ere.

[Are you seriously forgetting something this important? While you're basking in the useless soft glow of the morning?]

Parker frowned. "First of all, this morning isn't useless, I needed this. Second—" He paused, replaying yesterday in his head. "—I don't think I forgot anything."

[Really? Like Ere says, you're a blockhead.]

Parker groaned. "Remind me again, who's the master here? Oh right, not me, because apparently I'm just a 'host' for you."

[Ohhh, you finally get it. Congrats, dumbass.]

He ran a hand down his face. "You know, if you're gonna insult me, at least tell me what I forgot instead of dragging me through the dirt."

[Oh wow, thanks for asking nicely. Since you pleaded with such good manners, I'll tell you.]

"Fuck off."

[Yesterday. You got a notification alert. About something important.]

Parker froze. Then, under his breath—"Oh, shit."

[Ding ding ding, there's my genius host.]

He immediately peeled Tessa off him—who, by the way, had been hugging him like a damn koala—and stood up. "I need my laptop."

Tessa blinked. "What's with the sudden seriousness?"

"Annoying work."

That was all they got before he disappeared into his room. When he came back, laptop in hand, he didn't sit with them. He dropped himself onto the single-seater, cracked open the screen, and got to work.

The notification the system had reminded him about? Yeah, it was one of his security alerts—the ones that would trigger if anyone tried to install spyware on the phones of people close to him.

And Naomi's phone had been bugged. But he had received it when he was going to deal with the annoying pest he had to dispose off.

Parker stared at the log, feeling a headache creep up his skull. "Who the fuck," he muttered under his breath, "would be out of their damn mind enough to target my innocent maid?"

Well. Time to find out.

Naomi's phone? Scrubbed.

Spyware? Fucking obliterated. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

And the best part? The planter—whoever the hell they were—had no fucking clue. Yet. Now, most people would've gone in quietly, traced the source like a polite little detective, maybe even waited to collect more data.

Parker?

Nah.

He was about to let these clowns know exactly what kind of monster they just pissed off. Instead of hiding his presence, he did the opposite. He slammed into their network loudly.

He let his digital footprint stomp all over their system, like a goddamn wrecking ball crashing through their front door. No finesse, no subtlety—just pure, violent intrusion. And the moment he did?

They'd fucking notice—that's what he wanted.

Parker cracked his knuckles, eyes sharp as he watched the lines of code shift across his screen. Normally, tracking someone through spyware was damn near impossible—it was designed to be a one-way mirror, not a fucking homing beacon. But who was Parker?

A blockhead according to Ere and his "mom" (the system). A nightmare according to his enemies. And a cheat code when it came to breaking the rules of cyberspace.

His fingers flew over the keyboard, bypassing encryption, digging through layers of digital noise until—

There.

A pin on the map.

A location that shouldn't have been possible to find.

Parker's brow lifted. "Huh."

They weren't in some dark basement or a shitty apartment filled with empty Red Bull cans and dying LED strips. Nope.

They were in a damn mansion.

Parker whistled low. "Damn. Y'all living like kings, huh?"

He leaned back, eyes scanning the satellite view. The place was massive—three stories, a sleek driveway with a Tesla parked outside, a backyard that had an actual fucking pool shaped like a guitar.

They weren't just some desperate kids taking dirty gigs to survive.

They were well off. Probably from money.

Which meant this? This hacking gig?

It was just a game to them, or that's how it looked, like.

Parker's expression darkened.

They weren't starving, they weren't struggling. They just wanted extra cash and thought it'd be fun to mess with his people?

He didn't know but he was going to find out and that would determine their fate!