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Warlock of War: My Ares System

Check out my other novels - |Arpious of the Planes| |The Rise of Quetzalcoatl| |Warlock of Wisdom: My Odin System| -- Same Universe - |Warlock of Wisdom: My Odin System| |Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System| ------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a cold and lonely death on the battlefield despite the thousands of warriors around me and the beating sun shining upon my corpse. In the year 431, I had died on the battlefield. I was reincarnated into a new world, hoping my life would be better, but I ended up in a more miserable situation than before. As the sickness began to eat the insides of my mother, a saving grace that would pull me out of the darkness, but into the abyss... had come. [A system is being chos- [Interference by higher being] [Error] [Authority is insuffici- [Error] [Authority is sufficient] [Your god has been selected] [Your system has been granted] [Ares System is being installed] ------------------------------------------------------------------- Please inform me in the comments of a chapter if it seems unreadable because there are times when I get so bored that I just don't edit it. -- Twitter - @equuipwebnovel Discord - equuip#6686 -- paypal.me/AuthorEquuip Any money you send will help me commission people to create new covers for my novels. -- Thank you to dini_galeri for the amazing artwork!

equuip · Fantasy
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Colosseum (5)

My first tarot skill, which I had no clue how to use, so what other way is better than just testing it out right here and now? 

I immediately activated the skill, but for some reason, nothing happened, so I deactivated it and reactivated it. 

"You're shitting me… you're not even gonna tell me what it does?" I muttered, attempting to punch a hole through my status. 

BANG BANG BANG BANG 

But then, all of a sudden, an unfamiliar face banged on the metal bars enclosing me within this prison. 

"What is it?" I asked, looking up towards the man who looked to be some kind of noble judging by how his purple robes seemed to be made from silk. 

His flawless and silky white hair drooped to his waist, and the large wizard hat that sat on the very top of his head was almost comical. 

"Where do you originally reign from?" The man asked in a raspy and deep voice, resonating with the firm walls of this prison.