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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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Intermission: The Goddess of Lust (2)

Zagartha'kaj's cinched corset, a garment of obsidian silk, embraced her curvaceous hourglass figure with an embrace both sensuous and ethereal. The fabric, woven from the shadows that lingered within the labyrinth of nightmares, clung to her form like a second skin. The obsidian silk possessed an otherworldly quality, reflecting the interplay of light and shadow in a dance that mirrored the cosmic ballet of the infernal realm.

Intricate patterns adorned the surface of the corset, embellishing the obsidian silk with a mesmerizing display that seemed to writhe and dance in tandem with Zagartha'kaj's every movement. The patterns, eldritch in nature, whispered ancient secrets and arcane incantations as if etched by the very hand of desire itself. They pulsed with an otherworldly luminosity, casting a subtle glow upon the goddess's silhouette, enhancing the aura of mystique that surrounded her.