Warlock of War: My Ares System

"Your heartbeat is dead clam… maybe a bit too calm… are you trying to gaslight me right now?" He asked, and his expression was quite terrifying, to say the least.

Calling it demonic would be an understatement.

"I would never dare to," I smiled lightly, and as he reeled his face back from my shoulder, I kept calm and collected.

Findir hadn't woken up yet, thankfully, because he would've ruined my concentration; that was to keep my heartbeat and breathing under control.

"Tch… then slit your wrists and prove you have some ichor flowing through your veins… demi-god,"

My lips creased as I was suddenly backed into an inevitable corner.

I had just been delaying it with small bluffs and little lies large enough to let me just squeeze past.

"Fine," I muttered, but all of a sudden, a small gust of wind blew past us within the room, and a man had appeared on the demon lord's shoulders.

His legs had locked around his neck, and two rigid black daggers were pressed against the demon lord's throat, just barely being able to draw blood.

"Who are you?" Findir asked, his voice cold and as sharp as the daggers he was currently wielding.

Dammit… what is this kid doing… he's gonna get us both fucking killed.

"I'll show you," I announced, and the demon lord's eyes slightly widened as if he couldn't believe I actually said that.

He was trying to call my bluff, yet after I became so confident, he began to second guess whether he was right this time.

"Get off of me," The demon lord muttered, and as he slowly turned his head to the still drowsy Findir, the boy's eyes widened, and he disappeared from his shoulders in just a split second, appearing right beside me.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Findir asked, slightly shuffling behind me as my confident expression didn't waver.

The demon lord stretched out a knife that he had taken from Findir as he attempted to escape. It was instant and a move so fast that I could barely even see it with my own eyes.

I let out a long sigh before grabbing it and, without a second of hesitation, slashed my own wrist, causing red blood to pour from my own veins.

Fuck…

But, just as the demon lord was about to make his move, small glints of golden color began to shine through the more blood that I dripped.

"Count yourself lucky,"

"I am very lucky… but now that you're already here, I'd like to request something from you. Allow me to learn under you… or at least be your supervisor,"

"And you expect me to do such a thing when I have suspicions that you've contacted a god?"

"You don't have to… but you'd be missing out on a juicy opportunity. If you ever want, I can gain the favor of the other demon lords, and we can work together to destroy them all… only if you wish, though," I smiled, but the man's expression didn't waver in the slightest.

"Unfortunately, I have no plans on doing such a thing. I do not wish to disrupt the peace that we have here… because who knows what would happen if we all went to war… all the gods will be feasting over our trail offs,"

I had already expected him to say such a thing and knew he wouldn't waver so easily, so I decided to plant a seed.

I planted an option that he could always take in the future… now that I won't become so idle in this hellish place.

As we waved goodbye to the demon lord, who silently grumbled to himself, I couldn't help but smile as I forgot how fun planning such a large thing was.

Of course, my intentions were obvious to me, but to anybody else, they were something that would be impossible to pull off.

And right now, it is impossible, but if I attach a few strings and pull them ever so slightly, then I might be able to create some chaos.

[Main Quest Initiated]

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[Main Quest: Create Chaos Within Tartarus]

[Description: Your determination and ability to plan surpass that of even some gods. But try not to lose yourself to the madness of this uncontrollable road you'll be taking. Even some of the mightiest warriors and strategists would fall off this path, dying, becoming severely injured, or just giving up on the stress.]

[Reward: [Class Book - Warlord of Blood]

[Penalty Upon Failure: Death]

[Time Left: Infinite]

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The reward was something that made my eyes squint with suspicion since it was clear my destiny was all the same… possibly just a bit different.

Instead of becoming a Warlock of Blood, I become a Warlord of Blood which I guess is a nice step in the opposite direction.

"Ugh… I should write this down first before I forget," I muttered, opening my storage ring and pulling out a sheet of paper.

I quickly jotted down some fresh notes and began to plan from there, all while Findir stood behind me, looking down at my plans.

"What are you doing? Going to create more trouble?"

"Mhm… I intend to reap some of the off-shooting rewards from a massive war between all the demon lord cities in Tartarus. The number of things we might be able to steal and the number of items we could collect… will make us rich. We might even be able to escape this place and return to the overworld,"

"Really? That's possible?"

"Maybe, maybe not. I can't really say, but first, I should focus on the first step towards this path of destruction," I muttered before swallowing a drop of saliva and wiping a drop of sweat that leaked from my forehead. "We have to go to the city that is ruled by Leviathan. More specifically, though, their capital,"

"And how the hell are we supposed to get in there? Nobody is allowed to leave or enter that fortress,"

"What does the city of Destruction like most?" I asked Findir calmly, and his eyes suddenly widened before letting out a small smile.

"Slaves... You crazy son of a bitch,"