Warlock of War: My Ares System



"Oh? Were you hoping to see me again?" A voice echoed from behind me. 

"N-No," I stuttered, placing the sheet of paper on my desk and curling into my blankets, facing away from the woman who sat on the edge of my mattress. Her slight amount of weight pressed the mattress down enough for me to roll a tad bit upwards, forcing me to stare the woman in her eyes. 

"Did you want to say something to me?" She asked, her face approaching mine. I was frozen place, entranced by those glowing eyes of hers. "You're so cute… you almost remind me of my daughter." 

"Is your daughter aware that you've been kidnapped and had your horns chopped off?" I asked a bit jokingly in order to get back at her or all the teasing she's done to me. But all of a sudden, her face went a bit serious, a hint of sorrow spreading through her expression like a ripple on a still pond. 

"She's dead." 

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(Orion POV) 

[You have fulfilled all the evolutionary requirements]

[Evolution Selection will begin]

For the first time since acquiring a new race, I was given the selection to pick a new evolution. I was finally able to change which direction I was fully prepared to go in, but as the status began to load and a buffering circle danced in front of me, I slowly began to sweat. I needed this to be good. It can't be related to blood at all. Otherwise, I'd be going down a path solely meant for me to succeed. And that's exactly what I wanted to avoid. 

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[Race: High Demon]

[Description: You have maxed out your level while being proficient with your race: the demon. Your proficiency will only increase with this race, and you'll feel more familiar with demonic items and demonic beings. But as you are now above the reign of demons and are now in the top 5% of Tartarus, you do not belong as anybody's servant. You will feel a longing to control and rule over multiple demons, but don't get too cocky, as you're not a demon lord yet.]

[Requirements: Proficiency with Demonic Items | 50 Strength ]

[Class Bonus: +30 Magic | +15 Strength | Miasma Related Skills | Black Wings of the Deep ]

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I mean… it's alright, I guess. The additional thirty stat points to my magic stat are very tempting, but besides that, nothing really catches my eye. I have no use right now in controlling and ruling over people. That's just troublesome as it will cause me to clash with demons in the spotlight. I'd rather do everything under the shining presence of most demon lords. 

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[Race: Vampire]

[Description: By constantly being around vampires, you have been tempted by their high magic stat and incredibly efficient fighting prowess. Their powers to manipulate and control will boost your need to fight the demon lords, and their blood-based skills will be something you are very familiar with. From this evolution, not only will you be able to turn into various other blood-related races, but you may acquire some skills that could help you in the long run.]

[Requirements: Proficiency with Blood-Related Skills | 40 Magic | Connection to The Vampire Progenitor ]

[Class Bonus: +50 Magic | +10 Defense | Infinite Stamina | More Blood-Related Skills | Life Bending Buffs | Stronger Connection to The Vampire Progenitor ]

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Are you fucking kidding me… it's so obvious the system wants me to pick this. Enticing me with future power that can help me in the long run? Fifty magic and even more defense? Infinite stamina? More skills I'm familiar with? Life-bending buffs and a stronger connection to whoever the fuck the vampire progenitor is? Are you kidding me? That's overpowered as shit. 

As I sat in the black void of my mind, almost began to pray that the next and final race is just as good as this. But if I had to be honest, I just wasn't feeling it. There was absolutely no way another race could match these benefits. 

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[Race: Error]

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[Requirements: [Error] [Error] [Error] | [Error] [Error] [Error] | [Error] [Error] | [Error] 

[Class Bonus: [Error] [Error] [Error] [Error]  | [Error] [Error] 

[Class Drawbacks: [Error] [Error]  | [Error] [Error] | [Error] [Error] 

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I froze at the sight of this broken panel. My system was glitching out like crazy, with even my vision going a bit blurry. I could hardly get a hold of myself as everything began to twitch, including my strangely convulsing body. 

From the abyss surrounding me, a white glowing hand reached out through the space in front of me and placed a white orb in my chest. It sat there, neat and pretty, but upon being released from the glowing hand's grasp, I felt my body convulse even more. 

Now, I actually felt the effects as something began to numb my mind as if preparing me for future events that were about to unfold. Foam gathered at the sides of my mouth, and my eyes nearly rolled back into my skull. And it wasn't really painful, but more so strange and foreign, like a centipede crawling down your ear and into your brain. 

"Huff… huff… huff… huff… huff…" 

[The God of Dreams twitches his eyebrows at the sight of these events] 

[The God of Dreams invites other gods to watch]

[A few gods widen their eyes with shock as they look down at your last evolution option]

[A few gods shake with anger as they look down at your last evolution option] 

[A god smiles down at you with contentment]

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[Race: Chaos Incarnate]

[Description: You have disrupted the bounds of the [REDACTED]. The bounds of the [REDACTED] quake at your presence. With this race, you will become the natural enemy of the gods and demon gods. Your presence is one in a million, and with the help of an external force, you have changed your destiny, granting you a new title.]

[Requirements: Changed Destiny Once | God Slaying Collection of Skills | Vouch From a God | Approvement of A God | Any Stat Above 250 ]

[Class Bonus: +50 Magic | +50  Defense | +50 Speed | +50 Strength | Fusion of Mana and Stamina | Desired Path of Skills | Desire Path of Buffs | Stronger Connection to [???] 

[Class Drawbacks: Enemy of The Gods | Destruction of Destiny | Enemy of The Demon Gods] 

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"What the fuck… this is crazy… this is… am I allowed to have this? I can have this, right?" For some reason, I asked the void in front of me, thinking somebody would respond. But as my fingers moved toward the acceptance of this race, I felt a presence stand behind me. It was menacing and solid, like the unmoving will of a mountain range. 

[The Former God of Dreams, Hypno, graces you with his presence]

"You cannot select that." 

A man with long and flowing pink hair ruffled in the non-existent wind of this abyssal plane. His very existence caused the surrounding space around me to quake. And for some reason, I was forced onto my knees despite the absence of this man's pressure. He didn't feel threatening, but at the same time, felt like the most threatening thing in existence due to how powerless he felt. 

If power was on a circle, his power would have looped back around from the most powerful all the way to the weakest. It was as if he had gotten so strong that his power ceased to exist, unable to be contained by the confinements of reality. 

"My son was managing your dream until you pulled such a stunt. So, I was forced to step in and come out of retirement one last time." 

His pupils were completely white, with only a slight black outline separating the pupil from the sclera. The wings attached to his head fluttered ever so lightly each time he blinked, a strangely mortal action from an immeasurably powerful god. 

The man took a step towards me, slightly yawning as if he had dealt with this many times before. His pale white skin contrasted with the black background, accentuating an angelic look that made me itch with discomfort. 

Suddenly, his eyes split into two more pairs, causing four separate eyes to plaster against his face. One pair was on his forehead, while the other was right next to his mouth and nose. This made a shiver shoot down my spine, creating the only movement I had made since I was forced to kneel in the presence of this man. 

"If you select that option, your life won't be pretty. You will become something that will force you to isolate yourself from the rest of reality. Sure, you have a chance at becoming one of us, but is that worth it?" 

Hypno tried to talk me out of it, but the closer he got, the more my eyes shifted to the acceptance button. I couldn't click it but with the will of my mind and sure confidence that I was going to select this option… I selected it. 

"This is kinda bad."