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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!

equuip · 奇幻
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Threatened Upon Returning

"Another teacher quest, huh? So… you want me to master the way of the spear or something? You think my skills are subpar?" I turned to the towering man behind me. 

"Absolutely not, but compared to the foes you'll face in the future, you'll need his training," Ares responded before letting out a hand to help me up. 

Slowly, I took it before a glowing purple portal revealed itself behind me. 

"But, you may go back now. No need to use that item straight away… you can save it," 

"Thanks… I guess" 

Just as I was about to turn around and leave to go back to my siblings, I saw the man before me reach out his hand for a handshake. 

Calmly, I glanced at it multiple times, shuffling through tons of reasons as to why he was doing this, but in the end, I decided to stop overthinking and grabbed his hand. 

It was dead cold and had the roughness of sand due to the built-up calluses from each experience of his on the battlefield.