Warlock of War: My Ares System

His fist had created a gust of wind so powerful that it nearly sent the surrounding slave traders flying back into their own camp.

The man snapped his torso back around, only to find Aisa right in front of his face, her legs wrapped around his neck, and both of her hands wielding long daggers swung towards his eyes.

Her hidden bloodlust exploded out, jolting the man's body in an instant, but suddenly, she froze up just like the man who was in the face of death.

As I thought, most are strong, slow, and stupid… but it seems not all of them are like that.

"Gorge, that's enough playing around."

A snappy yet silvery voice penetrated through the air as Aisa had been locked in place, unable to move her daggers any further.

The woman, whose way was opened through the surrounding large circle of slave traders, flicked her fingers to the side, sending her flying across the men and nearly breaking her neck upon landing on one of the carts.

If she hadn't twisted her body, she would have died already, and it seemed the woman knew this as she clicked her tongue with disappointment.

She was probably hoping to kill Aisa with that fall, but she was too prepared for everything as this constant bloodlust only heightened her senses and movements.

"You good?" I asked Aisa as she pushed through the surrounding circle, walking right up next to me with a bloody nose. "How'd you get that?"

"She knows telekinesis…"

"And how does that correlate? I didn't see anything grab you in the face?"
"No, something did… it was just invisible. Anyway, we should probably cool down now since she looks stronger than the dude I just fought," Aisa muttered with a drop of sweat running down the side of her face.

I nodded slightly before taking a good look at my enemy, who walked forward with such pressure that she put the previous man to shame.

So he was just an underling… how pitiful we are.

The woman was clad in dark armor with her purple hair flowing out from the crevice at the very bottom.

It was like a waterfall of the night sky shimmering with speckled dots of white stars crawling up and down every other strand that fell from her pale white head.


She wore a horned metal helmet dipped in rust, but upon closer inspection, that rust was natural and formed from the blood of her enemies if I had to just go off the stench.

"You're crazy," I lightly chuckled as the woman's eyes gazed over me, looking deep into my soul with pitch-black pupils.

They almost seemed to swirl like Cy's as she dug deeper and deeper until she was satisfied and found the answer that she wanted.

"You're useless," she then spoke up, leaving me to deadpan as she gazed over to Aisa, who immediately widened her eyes. "Is he your friend?"

"Yes, and what if he is?" Aisa immediately took notice of the situation as she could immediately infer that the woman had seen the curse placed on us.

"You follow me and bring the young man to the Colosseum. He'll make good entertainment,"

I stayed silent, calculating the best decision as Aisa walked away with the woman, frantically taking glances at me.

But in the end, I found that the easiest decision would be to just leave her alone and focus on my future for now, as she seemed safe, but I, on the other hand…

…

"Name, race, and if you have a class, please name it," a man requested, but it was more of a demand as the two demi-humans behind me planted their spears close to the back of my neck while both my ankles and wrists were shackled together.

"Orion, Demon-"

"Full name please," I was immediately cut off, and as the spears approached my neck even tighter, I let out a long sigh.

"Orion Vazgath, Demon, and Prince of Blood. There is that all you need?" I asked, annoyed with the current situation.

"You're all registered; please proceed," The man monotonously gestured down the hallway, and as I walked down the stone brick path, I felt the heavy bloodlust of the two men behind me.

"What do you want?" I asked, continuing to walk until we reached a large expansive area filled with prison cells containing beasts, demons, and demi-humans weaker, much weaker, stronger, and much stronger than I.

In the end, there was no response from the guards consistently monitoring me, so I focused on the other situation at hand.

"HAAHAHAHA! A FRESHY! THAT'S NEW!" A man clad in the darkness of his cell laughed, clearly going insane.

"WELCOME TO HELL GREENHORN! I HOPE WE GET TO SEE YOU LIVE TILL TOMORROW!"

"[All Of You Shut The Fuck Up]," I ordered, silencing everybody in the prison as I walked through, slowly wiping the trail of blood that escaped from my nose.

With the training that I had to endure all the way in the land of the gods, my skills and my proficiency with them have risen to an almost deadly level of potency.

I can now use my ancient tongue to a point where I can influence higher beings to a certain degree, but the more demanding the order, the more damage I will take… obviously.

Even when the skill wore off, everybody else stayed silent, but their first naive and uncaring eyes turned into that of predators.

They stalked me as I walked into my cell, hearing the loud clang of metal bars shut behind me, locking me in.

​ "If you want to be slaughtered, then feel free to join me in the colosseum… well, as if a greenhorn like me would go against such strong gladiators, right?" I taunted the prison while sitting down in a meditative position.

And as the prison exploded into an uproar of insults and foul language, I just closed my eyes and calculated the situation and what my best future course would be.