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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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Tomb of the Blooming Blade (2)

Getting pushed around by his little brother… how shameful. 

"So, you gonna let me through, or do you want me to force you out of here?" The boy asked, slowly walking towards Orme, who slowly shuffled back. 

A single sword slowly whirled around the boy, and this sword seemed to be made of some of the highest quality metal out there. 

I made sure nobody stepped in right now as if he wanted to be king, he had to show something worth working with. 

I'm not gonna make a pussy a king amongst men. 

As I stepped behind Orme, he was no longer able to back up, and the boy in front of him quickly sized him up, forcing Orme to tilt his head away. 

Even as the boy's sword scraped his neck, he didn't do anything about it, greatly disappointing me and my friends, who just looked at Orme with pitiful eyes.