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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 (3)

Trees and flowering plants, resilient in their growth despite the harsh environment, added splashes of color and life to the plaza. Their presence brought a touch of nature's beauty to the town, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze and their blossoms attracting the occasional bird or insect.

The central plaza was more than just a physical space; it was the emotional core of the town. It was here that the community's pulse could be felt most strongly, where laughter and conversation flowed as freely as the fountain's waters. It was a place where memories were made, friendships were forged, and the spirit of the town was celebrated.

For Orion, the central plaza was a beacon of hope and resilience, a symbol of the town's enduring strength in the face of adversity. As he stood there, taking in the sights and sounds of this communal heart, he felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.