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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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Small Town (4)

Thin plumes of smoke rose from the chimneys of the stone buildings, curling gracefully into the sky above. The sight of these wisps of smoke suggested warmth and life within each home, a stark contrast to the harsh, cold environment of the wasteland outside. These columns of smoke were steady and rhythmic, indicating a constant source of heat and sustenance.

The smell of burning wood mingled with the crisp, dry air of the wasteland, creating a unique aroma that was both comforting and nostalgic. Each inhalation brought with it memories of simpler times and the promise of safety and shelter. The scent of cooking food wafted through the narrow streets, tantalizing the senses with hints of roasted meats, freshly baked bread, and simmering stews. It was a sensory beacon, drawing people towards the heart of the town where the communal spirit was strongest.