Warlock of War: My Ares System

As I didn't know what this was used for, I decided to shove it into my back pocket, under my armor, and felt the weightless feeling of being teleported fill my body.

Suddenly, we reappeared back in front of the dungeon, and everyone was happy that they had completed the raid.

Nobody seemed to care that a few people died as they all focused on themselves, but honestly, I didn't really care either, so I wasn't any better than them.

"Alright. I'll send the money to all of you guys once I sell these things. The contract is already in place, so please don't worry about getting scammed," The leader said with a wide smile, and everybody jumped in excitement.

The few porters we had quickly followed him while all of us pretty much went our own separate ways.

Thankfully, my gear was actually intact this time, and my spear was only just a bit blunt, so with a few hours of maintenance, I could hit another dungeon if I wanted to… but I guess I couldn't.

As I walked down the sidewalk with my armor still on, I glanced at my phone a couple more times before realizing that a few people were following me.

Ugh… I knew it.

Human emotions are strange things that get played with all the time. Either that be in a good connotation or a bad connotation.

But, how can a human's emotions get played with, in a good connotation, you might ask? Well, I have the perfect example for you right here.

As I turned into a familiar street with a dead-end to it, I glanced at my phone a couple more times before turning around completely.

"Hey, kid, already accepting your fate," A few familiar faces walked up to me.

They were some of the spearsmen with who I had fought side by side…

These guys were a bunch of pussies before the raid, but now that the adrenaline and high of winning at something coursed through their bodies, they felt unstoppable.

I've seen it happen a few times in war.

Somebody acquires their first kill to their name with ease, and they feel unstoppable, so they charge straight at the commander who is sitting atop their horse… and get absolutely shredded to pieces.

Now that the lesson is over, let's just stall a bit.

"I'm sorry, but why are you closing into me?" I asked all four of the spearsman smirk.

Their grasp on the handles of each spear was so tight that you'd think they were nervous… but they were just cocky—nothing else.

"Isn't it obvious… You stole the final kill by threatening to kill all of us with that jackass frog, and you even drew the attention of the leader. You should be lucky we were thinking of the team at that moment; otherwise, the leader wouldn't have given you that jar,"
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"Exactly… Now hand it over or prepare to feel the wrath of a thousand spea-"

BAM

"Geez, took you long enough," I muttered as I saw a massive man completely block the alleyway exit behind him.

He looked like a massive mountain blocking a river of happiness that only led to bloodlust and death on the other side.

BAM BAM BAM

Soon, each head was smashed against the wall, slightly denting their skulls but leaving them alive.

I chuckled a bit as I soon saw a healer approach them and make sure they didn't die from internal bleeding or something… but they would most likely be brain dead or possibly have tons of brain damage.

"What happens in the dungeon, stays in the dungeon," Arthur muttered as he quickly gestured for me to hand the license over, so I quickly tossed it to him, and he caught it with his massive hand.

All of a sudden, he began to shrink into a more lean and more defined muscular form which was his original form.

The skill: [Gigantification], is normally used for the highest tiers of blacksmiths who bashed insanely hard metal or the highest tiers of porters who carried literal dragon corpses on their back.

"You've grown stronger," I smirked at Arthur, who gave me a broad smile back.

"You've become a bigger asshole since the last time I saw you," He said before walking away, the healer following straight behind him.

Now that back… that is the back of a king.

…

As I arrived back on campus, I quickly slipped into the boy's dormitory and tossed all my equipment to the side.

Before starting any parts of the process, I wanted to take a shower as I was drenched in sweat.

As the hot water ran down my body, I also checked my status, which I was excited to see… as I really wanted to class up.

『Status』

[Name: Orion]

[Race: Human]

[Class: Spearsman]
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[Level: 23/25] (20/100) XP Needed

[HP: 35/35 MP: 15/15 SP: 15/15] - Normal Human

[Strength: 22] - Normal Human

[Defense: 12] - Normal Human

[Magic: 16] - Normal Human

[Speed: 22] - Normal Human

[Skills: [Tangible Bloodlust] [Spear Coating] [Berserk Coating]

[Passive Skills: [Toxic Immunity] [Toxic Body] [Night Vision]

[Equipment: [None]

…

"Ah… That's right. I also have [Berserk Coating]. I've been so focused on other things that I forgot I had this skill… Well, damn," I muttered.

I also noticed my level, which was so damn close to reaching its cap… and all of a sudden, as soon as I thought of this, a damn quest appeared in front of me.

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[Side Quest: Create the Midnight Storm Eyes]

[Description: The gods have noticed your urge to class up, so they have given you a chance… but do you have the determination and insanity to proceed with the torturous process?]

[Reward: [180 XP Points]

[Penalty Upon Failure: Blindness]

[Time Left: Infinite]

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I couldn't help but laugh at the quest this time… as,

"Of course, I have the determination… you damn gods," I muttered with a smile.