Warlock of War: My Ares System



"What? Fragments? You have to explain more than that. You can't just blue ball me with that simple amount of information and expect me to be satisfied?" I asked, but the man only got faster and faster until our legs carried us with a full-on sprint through the massive crowd. "Hey! Wait! Slow down!" 

The demon lord was so fast that I could hardly keep up with him, but as soon as he turned around to get a glimpse at where I was, he realized I was gone. And well, I exited his range and was now suffering on the dirt ground; a few people came close to check up on me, but that only made the pressure worse. 

Each time I looked at them, all I saw was a mass of power. Nothing more, nothing less. They were all simple commoners, farmers, workers, slaves, and humans… yet they overpowered with just their presence. It was getting harder to breathe. It was getting harder to see. I was losing all of my senses with each passing second, and then… it all came back.

The scenery surrounding me had changed, allowing me to get a glimpse at the entire city built on a slight incline. Going further down, you reached the port filled with massive ships instantly and mercilessly polluting everything its steam, oil, and toxins could leech into. 

Satan tapped my head lightly as I quickly caught my breath. Looking up, he gestured for me to follow him, but I was too exhausted. Not only did the heavy amounts of smog clog my lungs, but the feeling of those demons next to me just wouldn't rid itself from my body. 

"Tch… you're so weak. How did you ever manage to obtain such an evolution? If you can't handle this, then your dream is nowhere near mine. It may be similar, but at least mine is realistic, while yours is just a pipedream." 

"Shut the fuck up…." I grit my teeth, slowly standing up with the pressure of a thousand mountains weighing on the back of my neck. It was so heavy, in fact, that my knees wobbled, and my ankles nearly broke. 

"*sigh*... Then, shall we visit them? The nobles? You seem pretty good yourself, so you should be able to survive, right?"

"Where… are these nobles?" I asked, wiping the sweat from my brow and taking another good long look at the polluted scenery. It was scarily accurate to some of the places back on the overworld, and even though I haven't physically been there, from what I've seen online, I'm sure the feeling and gross smog are similar to what I'm feeling now. 

"Currently, this is the Empire of Oroborous. As you can tell, it's an extremely polluted section of the wider continent, but there are some nicer places. Of course, that is safely reserved for the gala-nobles and the single gala-royal: Orobourous."

"Isn't Orbourous a god or something? He's the self-devouring snake or something like that, right?" 

"Well, he's not a god yet," Satan smiled before touching the top of my head with his middle finger. A gentle black glow enveloped us, and before I knew it, we were in a completely different place. 

[Throne World: Prison of Time has activated its unique ability]

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[Time Period: Age of Nobility] → [Specific Area: Empire of Oroborous]

[Description: Rising from the trenches of [REDACTED], this serpent, who shall not be named, rose into a powerful emperor. Starting his influence in the north, he worked his way down the continent, slowly building up his power through hardships and nearly impossible-to-win battles. Yet somehow, his fate took him further than he could have ever imagined. By the time he had reached his peak evolution, unable to progress in systematical power any further, he had conquered 95% of his continent. With an iron gauntlet cruelly curling every inch of his empire, nobody has dared to question his rule.]

[Quasi Municipal Erosion has exceeded 80%] 

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I was a bit confused as I read the end part talking about quasi-municipals, the things that I assumed were ravaging my mind. Those voices that were exactly like me and those memories that I had organized shifted out of my brain just so I could retain my original personality, memories, and core thoughts. 

"Hmmmm… it's been a while since my throne world has done that," Satan muttered while taking a quick glance at me. "Maybe it's because of your sorry ass…." 

I ignored Satan's attempted banter before taking a glimpse up at our current position. The smog had been cleared from the atmosphere, and replacing it was a thick fog of poisonous gas. Thankfully I was immune to its properties, so as the green gas entered my lungs, the only thing I felt was a slight lightheaded feeling. 

『Status』

[Name: Orion Vazgath]

[Race: Chaos Incarnate] 

[Class: Commander of The Sangria-Eyed King]

[Sub-Class: Prince of Manipulation]

[Level: 0/100] (0/250) XP Needed

[HP: 500/500 | IP: 5000] - Non Human 

[Strength: 365] - Non Human 

[Defense: 135] - Non Human 

[Magic: 165] - Non Human 

[Speed: 135] - Non Human 

[Skills: [Ancient Torterras Tongue] [Assimilation] [Grand Miasma and Mana Manipulation] 

[Five Layered Divine Enhancements] [Quasi World]

[Tarot Power: [Will of The Fallen] [Masterful Persuasion] [General War Sight] 

[Chariot of The Grand General] 

[Life Manipulation: [Life Donation] [Locked] [Locked] [Locked] 

[Five Destroying Martial Skills of The Blood Prince: [Demon Splitter] [Innate Calm] 

[Angel Destroyer] [Heaven Splitter] [Breath of the Snowy Underworld] 

[Commander of The Sangria-Eyed King's Armory: [Royal Flesh Manipulation] 

[Monstrous Demonic Vampiric Eggs] [Shroud of Essence Draining Mist] 

[Summon: Undead Soldier] [Blood Being Control]

[Prince of Manipulation: [Thought Manipulator] [Soothing Words] [Sleep Inducer]

[Passive Skills: [Toxic Immunity] [Toxic Body] [Night Vision] [Blood of the Underworld] [Blood Tainted Aura] [Blood Tainted Presence] [Speech of a King] [Constitution of a Tarturling] 

[Prisoner of Tartarus] [Iron Speech] [Demon's Gluttonous Stomach] [Potion Organs] 

[Enemy of Demon Gods] [Enemy of Gods] [Destroyed Destiny] [Blessing of A Demon God (Humiliation)] [God Marks]

[Rune Path: [Grand War Presence] [Throne World: Chaos Hole] [Declaration of War] [Locked] [Locked] [Locked] 

[Equipment: [Magic Ring] [Storage Ring] [Sangria-Eyed King's Spear of Carnage] [The Unholy Lance: Longinus] 

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"Is there really nothing here that can help me… holy shit… I think my bones are going to shatter."