Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!-Chapter 181: The Player’s Cheese Pieces

Cassandra sighed.

She already knew how this was gonna go. They never listened. They never fucking learned.

Didn’t matter how many times she was right—how many disasters she called months, years, centuries before they happened—no one ever took her seriously until they were standing knee-deep in the consequences. Then suddenly, oh wow, maybe Cassandra wasn’t talking out of her ass.

Ancient times, modern times—didn’t matter. Some things never changed.

The curse.

Her visions were so undeniable, so precise, that it was like a cosmic joke. The more right she was, the less anyone wanted to believe her.

She didn’t even blame them anymore.

But she did blame someone, the sunburnt-head god.

Her eyes flicked to Captain Sun.

Perseus was holding his shit together, barely, but Cassandra saw through it. The tightness in his shoulders, the slight twitch in his jaw, the way he was very pointedly not looking pissed when, in reality, he was ready to throw hands. But nothing could fool her. She knew—

Perseus was trying so fucking hard not to look pissed.

Because Parker Black had gotten under his skin.

And she was partly responsible for that.

Cassandra could admit—she’d been a little obsessed with Perseus once. Okay, maybe more than a little. When they were first summoned back into the world, she’d set her sights on him hard. He was Perseus. The legendary slayer of monsters, the golden boy of Olympus. She’d built him up in her mind—made him this thing she wanted to be close to, the one god who could maybe be different.

And he knew that. Oh, he fucking knew. And being Perseus? He’d milked that shit for all it was worth.

He’d let her orbit him, let her linger around him like some damn celestial body caught in his gravity, but always kept himself just out of reach. Just aloof enough, just indifferent enough, to keep her chasing.

Until she wasn’t.

Until the visions came.

Until she saw Parker fucking Black!

And Perseus felt that shift. She knew he did—suddenly, Perseus wasn’t the center of her attention anymore. Because suddenly, she wasn’t looking at him anymore. She wasn’t hanging on his every move, every word. She had a new favorite.

Perseus hadn’t said anything about it. He wasn’t the type to say shit. But she’d noticed the way his mood soured whenever Parker’s name came up from the mouth of the dreamy Egyptian goddess. How he seemed so personally fucking offended by the mere idea of Parker existing.

But it wasn’t just about her losing interest.

Nah, this was bigger.

Perseus had real reasons to hate Parker. Something tied to Olympus, something bigger than all of them. And Cassandra had a pretty good idea of where that rabbit hole led, but she wasn’t about to start poking her nose into Zeus’s business.

She liked having her head attached to her body.

Then there was Chione.

Now, Chione didn’t start off with a personal vendetta. At first, she was just doing her job—handling the racers after the police bitched about them. As their leader, the responsible one. If anything, she’d been treating it like a casual annoyance, something to deal with and move on from.

But then she got humiliated.

Not just once. Twice.

First, there was that black McLaren. The driver who made a joke out of them on the bridge, weaving through them like they were nothing. Chione had no idea who he was back then, just that he was fast, reckless, and way too fucking skilled for a mortal. Just some reckless speedster who somehow managed to outmaneuver gods.

Then, weeks later, he did it again.

And this time? This time, she knew.

Parker Black.

That fragile little divine ego of hers had cracked. Bad. Shattered.

Oh, she wasn’t showing it. Not directly. On the surface, she was still calm, still composed, still Chione. But Cassandra saw the cracks. The way her fingers twitched slightly. The way her icy aura felt a little sharper, a little colder than usual, her cold aura had gotten noticeably stronger, like she was subconsciously losing control.

Parker had snapped her.

Now she wasn’t just trying to do her job. Now, it was personal. Now, she was hellbent on making him pay.

Cassandra chuckled under her breath.

If only Chione knew.

She was playing right into his hands. She was reacting exactly the way he wanted her to react.

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Cassandra had seen it. All of it.

But what was the point of telling her?

Even if she flat-out said hey, this is a trap, Chione wouldn’t believe her. None of them would.

They never did.

Cassandra’s gaze flicked to Cleopatra. The Egyptian goddess had met Parker before most of them, second only to Isis, and she’d formed some kind of connection with him. But she wasn’t the Cleopatra they all knew anymore. Something had snapped inside her the moment her divine eyes met Parker’s stormy gray ones.

She wasn’t just composed, cold, or mischievous—she was obsessed. Deeply. So much so that she didn’t just follow them to Beverly Hills but also was at an outright crossroads with that Maya Winslow girl just because of Parker.

Tessa had entered the picture too.

And that was what made Cassandra’s fingers twitch.

Because she knew exactly what Tessa was.

Not a goddess. Not a warrior. Not a champion.

Just a mortal.

But the mortal.

The only one that mattered to Parker.

And that was fucking terrifying.

Parker, the being that would undo the Olympian Champions. The Plunderer. The word had a fancy, almost ridiculous ring to it, but as the Oracle of the Gray Path, she knew better. Nothing about Parker Black was a joke. There was nothing he wouldn’t take.

One way or another, Parker was playing a dangerous game that not even the gods had fully caught on to. Every Olympian Champion he’d crossed paths with wanted a piece of him—whether to own him, stop him, or destroy him. And that was exactly where he thrived.

Too bad Cassandra was the only one who saw it coming, and even worse, no one would believe her. Not that she was going to waste her breath. Why warn them when she was just as drawn to the chaos as everyone else? And to make it even funnier, she’d made sure Atalanta got attached too.

Isis, surprisingly, was the only one who hadn’t completely fallen into Parker’s pull. She had let go of whatever lesson she’d wanted to teach him after he ignored her back at the Apple Store. Then there was Icarus. Cassandra sighed.

She didn’t even know how many times she’d sighed tonight. These people were acting like moths to a fucking flame.

And Parker?

Parker was the flame.

"Cassandra, contact your brother. Now." Chione’s voice was cold, the demand clipped.

Cassandra arched a brow. Oh? She wanted Hector in on this?

Her lips twitched. Of course.

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Cassandra, being Cassandra, just smiled and nodded. She wasn’t about to let her brother miss the fun. Pulling out her phone, she dialed, and after a single ring, the call connected.

"Hello, Big brother, Hector," she said, her voice as sweet as honey.

A teasing laugh came from the other end. "Missing big brother already?"

Oh, this was about to get interesting.