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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!

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First Ring of Hell: Lust (15)

The subtle fragrance served as a sensory backdrop, enhancing the luxurious environment and contributing to the overall decadence of the goddess's domain. It was a testament to the meticulous attention paid to every detail within the palace, as even the air itself had been curated to evoke a sense of temptation and pleasure. The fragrance became an invisible thread, weaving through the opulent tapestry of the top-floor chamber, inviting all who entered to surrender to the intoxicating atmosphere.

The palace's design was a masterpiece of meticulous craftsmanship, with exquisite detailing that adorned every inch of the space. Fine and intricate patterns were etched into the walls, floor, and ceiling, forming a visual tapestry that spoke of both beauty and danger. The demonic architects had spared no effort in creating an environment that resonated with sophistication and an underlying sense of peril.