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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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Prince of The Night Sky (8)

"How about we warm you up? You're still cold under the blanket," She chuckled, losing the suspicion and giving me room to be comfortable with where she stood, allowing me to shift out of bed and… 

"Damn, you're hella tall," I muttered, sweating as the young woman approached me, her height essentially being as tall as mine. Well, actually, my hair that kind of stood up gave me an inch so honestly she might just straight up be taller than me. 

"No, you're just short," She chuckled, quickly crouching down to light the fireplace with a snap of her fingers. 

From those slender white fingers of hers, a smark appeared. It wasn't much, but it still landed on the pile of wood coated with a layer of wood shavings. With this much fuel, the spark couldn't help but set alight, blowing across the entire fireplace and warming up the cabin an instant.