Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Who The Fuck Was Parker? They were all wondering!

The silence didn't last long. It never did.

Because the second Nyx finished speaking, Hera rose from her throne. And when the Queen of the Gods stood, the whole damn room felt it.

"Explain."

Just one word. Cold. Sharp. Like a damn knife against the throat.

Everyone knew that tone. It was the tone that had ended empires, torn apart dynasties, and made Zeus himself sleep with one eye open.

But nobody answered her.

Because nobody fucking knew.

"What the fuck just happened?" Ares snapped, slamming a fist against the table. "Parker was supposed to be an entertainment to our eternal boredom not a thorn in our side, not a goddamn executioner! And you—" he pointed wildly at Hermes, "—said he wasn't the kill-on-sight kind of problem!"

Hermes threw his hands up. "I said he was a problem! I never said he wasn't capable of turning someone into fucking Olympian roadkill!"

"Well, maybe you should have!"

"And maybe you should shut the fuck up Winged Feet!" Apollo said.

"Enough!"

Hera's voice cut through the chaos like a guillotine, and everyone immediately shut the hell up. She turned to the Big Three, her golden eyes burning.

"What did you three do?"

Still. No response.

Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades sat there like statues. Blank. Empty. Not even pretending to acknowledge the question.

Hera's lip curled. "So that's how we're playing this?" She let out a slow breath, composing herself. "Fine. Let's focus on what we do know."

She turned her gaze to the pool of water, where Parker's last words still echoed in the divine energy.

>"Poseidon. You killed something important, something that belongs to me."

"Now you've lost something important too."

"And just so you remember— I don't do equal. An eye for an eye? That's bullshit."

"You take something of mine, I take hundreds from you."

"This little piece of shit? He's the first on your list. So count how many you've got left."< That's what he said, right?"

"Something like that!" Hermes answered.

Silence.

Hera narrowed her eyes. "'Something that belongs to me.'"

Athena, arms crossed, tapped a finger against her elbow. "He's possessive."

"Oh, gee, you think?" Dionysus said dryly. "Real fucking insightful, Athena."

Athena ignored him. "He's not doing this for heroics. Not for revenge in the traditional sense. This is about ownership. Territory."

Artemis frowned. "What the hell could Poseidon have possibly taken from him?"

"I don't know, Or maybe the right question is what did those three do to him and how many times did they wrong him." Hera said, voice smooth as glass. "But whatever it was, it was worth a life."

And that? That was the part that was fucking them all up.

Because Parker? He wasn't a hero. He was never a hero. But he also wasn't some merciless executioner who killed people just because they pissed him off.

Yet today, he did.

And the way he spoke? The absolute disrespect in his voice? He hadn't just killed Theseus. He'd spoken to Poseidon himself like he was some nameless extra. Like the gods themselves were beneath him.

And that? That was a problem.

A huge, blaring, catastrophic what-the-actual-fuck-is-happening kind of problem.

"Who the fuck is he?" Ares demanded. A question Hermes had refused to ask.

That was the question, wasn't it?

Because Parker wasn't normal. Not a simple mundane they'd given an opportunity to be unleashed!

And the longer they watched him, the more obvious it became that he wasn't just some mortal.

Nyx smiled lazily. "Now you're asking the right questions."

Hera's gaze snapped to her. "You know something."

Nyx stretched, looking completely unbothered. "Oh, I know a lot of things. But some stories?" Her shadowy fingers drummed against the throne. "Some stories are more fun when you let them unfold on their own."

Artemis exhaled sharply, looking over at the silent trio of gods at the end of the hall. "Well? Are you three just gonna sit there like statues, or are you gonna say something?"

Poseidon blinked. Once.

Then went right back to staring into nothing.

Athena's jaw clenched. "So that's how it is."

Nobody spoke.

Nobody moved.

Aphrodite Knew.

On the surface, she looked completely unbothered. She lounged back, one leg crossed over the other, swirling a goblet of nectar like she was watching some trashy reality show instead of what might be the beginning of the end for half the gods in this room. Her expression was light, almost entertained, like she was barely paying attention. But that was just for show.

Because inside? She was beyond amused.

She knew. She knew exactly what the Three had done. She knew who they had done it to. She knew why they had done it. And most importantly, she knew that today was the day they would finally be held accountable for their sins. The day they would pay in blood. The only thing she didn't know was how many heads had to roll before their debt was settled.

Her gaze flickered around the grand hall. Most of the gods here were connected to the Three. Their siblings, their children, their nieces and nephews—gods who had built their power on the foundation of the Three's rule. And now, if things kept moving in this direction, they were all going to be dragged down with them. Of course, that didn't include herself.

She wasn't a fool, and she wasn't about to stand in the way of whatever storm was coming. As long as she stayed out of it, she'd be fine.

But the rest? Yeah. They were fucked.

Aphrodite sighed and took another sip of her drink, choosing to keep quiet. Unlike Nyx, who was currently losing her mind in laughter.

The primordial goddess wasn't even trying to hide her amusement. She was laughing so hard she had to wipe a tear from her eye, completely unbothered by the shocked and confused looks she was getting. The gods had thought Parker was going to be a minor nuisance, some reckless wildcard in their story.

Maybe even a joke. And now? Now, he was turning into their biggest nightmare.

The Three—Poseidon, Zeus, and Hades—sat in utter silence, their faces unreadable, their presence dark and heavy. But when they finally moved, they didn't say a word. No explanations. No denials.

Nothing.

They just looked at each other—then vanished. Like cowards running from the consequences they thought they'd never have to face.

And as the rest of Olympus sat in stunned silence, watching the gods who had ruled them for eons disappear without a trace, Nyx kept laughing. Because she knew. She knew. The storm wasn't coming. It was already here.

Funny enough they all knew who he was but were in denial refusing to speak what was in their minds.

A single word: Nyxilith! THEM!

Wasn't Olympus about to fall?