Warlock of War: My Ares System



"Yes," I smiled and as the previous corpse began to crumble in front of me, the sword that I had gripped still stayed in my hand. It was heavy as fuck, but it could come in useful later on… "Although for now… [Summon: Lesser Fire Spirits]." 

Before the round could even start, I continuously used [Summon: Lesser Fire Spirits]. With each usage, it spawned five to ten spirits but when used repeatedly I stacked up an army of a few hundred in just a mere moment. And the greatest fact was, that my mana had only been decreased by a third, so I continuously began to spawn these things until the time of the next round came. 

A merman with chainmail armor and a long wooden spear with an iron blade at the tip appeared in the distance. However, unlike the swordsman who had no head protection, this man had a metal helmet guarding everything but his eyes and a few sections of his face meant for breathability. 

He seemed calm and collected at first, moving with a suave aura that tore and influenced the atmosphere around him. Clearly, he was a natural leader others had followed. He was the epitome of what I assumed Orion and Cy wanted to become… yet all of that came crumbling down upon seeing my army of fire spirits. He didn't even bother deactivating my mana as he just stood there, watching tens upon hundreds of fireballs flying right at him. 

Disappointingly, he had accepted his fate, calmly glancing over the rain of fire veering towards him. His spear had already dropped to the ground and with a light smile, admitting he had been outplayed from the start… his eyes turned red and he looked confused as he saw his body move on its own. So, clearly, the upper executives weren't happy with how I cheesed the system and now needed to manipulate the players on the court with their own powers. How troublesome… 

The man's hand reached out towards me who had been bathed in a light green glow. It enhanced the power of my magic, but it seems it was going to be taken away now… or so they thought. What a bunch of fucking idiots. 

[Demon Eyes]

My eyes instantly turned purple and the demon lord of seduction's silhouette hovered behind me, freezing the man's hand in place and halting his mana. It was for just a second, but he was soon torn to bits of flesh by my array of fire. 

[Round 4: The Spear Arts of The Mermen]

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[Reward has been granted]

[Reward has been placed in your treasure trove]

[You may collect your rewards at the end of the gauntlet]

[Potential Buffs have been provided]

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[Preparing Next Round…]

[Miscaluation has been accounted for]

[ERROR] [ERROR] [ERROR]

[Severe changes will be made to the system]

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[The gauntlet has been moved up six floors]

[You will start at the final round]

[Pass and you shall be able to collect and choose from the prizes of the previous floors]

[The Executives have assured you]

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[Round 10: The Merman Water Lord]

[Description: You have skillfully passed the ninth round, allowing you to reach the tenth round. Your opponent now is somebody to not be underestimated against. With complete control over water, not only is he your nemesis, but he has utter control of the entire arena. Without a good game plan, you are bound to lose. Good luck.]

[Monsters: [1 Merman Spearman]

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"These bastards… no way… what a bunch of petty… tsk…" I clicked my tongue upon seeing all of this unfold before my eyes. And the worst part was, I had absolutely no say in this, meaning the executives were just abusing their power. "Can't I at least get the option to use the buffs from the previous rounds?"

[Suggestion has been displayed…]

[Suggestion has been declined-

[ERROR]

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[Adminstrator Leviathan has stepped in]

[Suggestion has been approved]

[You may select six cards]

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"Leviathan?" I muttered, surprised to see his name here. Was he somehow involved with this world? No, he must be the lord of the ocean, shouldn't he? That would only make sense… but, aren't I in a different world? I swear I'm in a different world. 

Anyways, I set those useless thoughts aside as I had to focus on beating this final floor. And I'm sure they knew everything about me now from the way I fight to how I can actually use my brain and to how I can also recirculate my mana. I had absolutely no advantage in this fight besides the fact that I could summon a few skills before the match even started. 

After a few minutes of brainstorming and filtering through the hundreds of buffs that I could choose from, I realized that the outlines of some of these buffs were actually different. The ones that were useless and were the only ones that I could pick from on the first four floors or so, were outlined in blue. 

"And these… are purple and gold if I'm not mistaken…" I muttered, wiping away all of the blue buffs, leaving three purple buffs and one gold. "These purples ones are good… but this gold one… isn't it just straight-up broken?" 

Soon, the round started as soon as I finished picking the cards I needed. With all six of them stacking their buffs and one debuff on the monster, I felt a bit more confident than before. So, I quickly summoned my lesser fire spirits and also activated a few more skills that would give me the instant advantage once the round started. 

[Demonic Flame Body] [Demon Eyes] [Eyes of Seduction] [Web of the Wony's Burning Heart] [Magic Staff Coating] [Magic Staff Enhancement] [Enflamed Presence] 

[Mystical Pressure of The Mana Core] [Haste] [Empower] [Eagle Eye]

My eyes turned purple with a pink feathery outline serving as my eyelashes. My magic staff in one hand was engulfed in a dark red aura, syncing with my green flames that burned from the natural oils springing up from my body. My chest was set alight with buffs, especially with the skill that was proof of my noble lineage: [Web of the Wony's Burning Heart]. 

"I am unbreaka-"