Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 351: Scarlett’s Nightmare, Noctavine Vaelith Draven 1

Ere was curled comfortably now in Naomi's arms, finally beginning to recover from the overwhelming pressure that had nearly flattened her. Her breaths were steadying, but the seriousness in her glowing eyes hadn't faded one bit. She glanced between Naomi and Elena, ears flicking with mild irritation, like the words she was about to say had been sitting heavy on her little tongue for far too long.

"Levi," she started. "She told me something I remind you every time... something I think you two better remember like your damn lives depend on it."

Both maids leaned in slightly, their curiosity sharpening like blades slowly unsheathing.

"Be very fucking cautious around Vivian, Maya, and Zhang Ruoyun. Like I said... they're the most dangerous."

Elena raised an eyebrow. "So... we just have to watch out for those three?"

The words came out too hopeful.

Too naive.

Ere turned to her with a slow, disappointed blink—one of those 'girl, really?' expressions.

She shook her head. "No. Those three are the most dangerous because they're the most volatile. The ones likely to blow first. But don't get comfortable. You two need to watch everyone here."

Naomi looked genuinely confused now. "Wait, really? Everyone?"

Ere nodded slowly, dead serious. "Yes. And I mean everyone."

She sat up a little straighter in Naomi's arms, her voice pressing heavier now.

"Only Tessa, and I mean only her, can even last a full minute if it came down to a fight against the least dangerous of this group. That includes people like Julian or Annabelle—and those two are already nightmares on their own."

The two maids blinked, trying to process that Tessa—the woman they considered a walking demigoddess—wasn't even near the top.

"But even Tessa," Ere added, her tone dropping to a hushed warning, "wouldn't dare face the one called Evelyn."

Elena's lips parted slightly. "Parker said she's the calm one and most sweet."

"The gentle one, you mean?" Naomi echoed.

"Yes," Ere replied firmly. "By far the most easy-going. The one who smiles the most. That's why she's so dangerous. She's the type who will bake cookies with you… then erase your timeline because you forgot to say 'thank you' to their Oh So mighty Prince" She didn't elaborate further. She didn't need to.

That kind of calm? It wasn't peace. It was control.

"But don't take this as some kind of license to be brave just because you've seen Tessa act all bold," she waved her paw dramatically. "She can stand in Maya's way because, well—she's basically one of Parker's queens. She has protection. She has history. And power to match."

Her gaze narrowed, landing directly on both of them now. "But you two? You're maids and as much as I hate to say this you're still in the intern tier. Loyal or not, cute or not—you're replaceable. So don't test the waters thinking you'll be fine just because you live here."

Naomi and Elena both let out long, exasperated groans, their shoulders slumping like they'd just realized they were living inside a damn death maze.

Elena groaned and leaned her head against the wall. "So basically… we have to be on alert… in our own house."

"Do we even sleep with both eyes open, or just one?" Naomi added with a sigh.

Ere chuckled at that—genuinely. Tail flicking, eyes gleaming with mischief, she snorted, "Welcome to the estate of the Prince of Existence. Survival here is a full-time job."

And honestly?

They believed her.

*

Outside, while the rest of the Origin Families followed the designated paths toward the grand courtyard and formal hall, one group veered in a slightly different direction—subtle, but deliberate. And yet, as the others filtered through, quiet and docile under lineage and protocol, Zhang Ruoyun did not follow her family.

No.

Zhang Ruoyun instead, silently peeled away from the Zhangs. Without a word, without a glance, she turned and followed Maya's group—toward the mansion.

Toward the living room hall where the women had already started gathering. Not even her own family tried to stop her. Because the few who truly understood what she was… knew better than to stand in her way..

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Among other in a certain family was one who wore her fear like perfume: Scarlett Draven, daughter of the Original Vampire Family.

Unlike the panicked stiffness etched across the faces of the Voidhowl youth or the guilt-ridden silence of the former bullies, Scarlett's fear came wrapped in composure. A delicate, practiced act of empty bravery, as if holding onto her pride might somehow shield her from what she'd done.

But behind that mask?

She was unraveling.

Walking beside her was the woman whose presence alone made heads dip—Lady Noctavine Vaelith Draven, matriarch of the Draven line and the most seductively terrifying creature in the Origin Families.

She was tall—as tall as most of the men here, perhaps taller. Her long red hair flowed down her back like a living flame, the strands shimmering with unnatural luster under the estate's ethereal lights. Her ruby eyes, deep and glittering like blood turned to crystal, scanned the grounds with the grace of a queen and the hunger of something far, far older.

She wore a noble grey dress, sleek and deliberate, lined in thin black filigree. It hugged her curves like it was sewn from sin, dipping low at the chest to reveal a generous, shapely cleavage that drew the eyes like a spell. A long slit on the left exposed one flawless, toned thigh—her steps calculated to show just enough danger with every movement.

Her waist, thin and unnatural, looked like it could fold with a breath—boneless, pliable—but still powerful, a lie made flesh. And her hips, tight and full with a peaky ass that stole focus even among the Origin elite, moved like seduction had been genetically bred into her bones.

Even among goddesses and succubi, Lady Dravara was in a league of her own. The Shadowmire matriarch, a literal succubus known for her carnal charm and killing beauty, paled beside her.

She wasn't just beauty.

She was temptation perfected.

And Scarlett?

She swallowed.

Hard.

Every step beside her mother felt like walking on borrowed time. Her heart thudded behind her ribs like it wanted to claw out and run. Because it didn't matter that her mother was the most beautiful being in the Origin structure.

She was also a monster.

A vampire so ancient, so terrifying, that even beings like Helena Nyxlith had once warned others to avoid drawing her ire.

And Scarlett knew—

Only Helena could subdue her.

Only Helena had the voice, the will, the spine to tell Lady Dravara "enough" and not be reduced to dust and perfume.

Scarlett's thoughts spiraled.

What would her mother do if she found out?

If she got to know that once, in a moment of pride and madness, Scarlett Draven had turned the unawakened Original, the Nyxlith, the Prince of Existence… into her slave?

Even the memory tasted like ash in her mouth now. It had been foolish. Blinding. And unforgivable.

If her mother found out?

There'd be no mercy.

None.