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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 Findir of The Northern Wind (11)

"Tell him to hurry up. I'll direct everybody toward the middle of the campus… Findir, I'm gonna get going. You should also come otherwise you'll miss one of the best speeches of your life," Nell winked once while disappearing into thin air. 

It wasn't long ago that we became like this. At first our relationship was rocky at best and over time we bonded over our contrasting identities. I told her stories about the overworld and she told me stories about hell. 

Of course, everything wasn't so easy. We were living together the entire time, both of us not only training but also having to take care of ourselves. You could almost call us a couple that was forced to meet. And even though we disliked each other, our bond continued to develop closer and closer and closer until… she took the first move.