Warlock of War: My Ares System

"I make sure to see her every day. She loves her new position, and if it wasn't for the long distance between us, I would've taken you to see her,"

My ears perked up upon hearing those words as a few things connected in my mind.

"But there is no passage of time, so couldn't we just see her now?"

"Once we leave my domain, the existence of the outside world will pass by in just a second. One thousand centuries shall pass in the blink of an eye, and your friends down there will be left confused, dying without even knowing where you went,"

"Ah… I see,"

Upon reaching our destination, I found myself in a massive open room lined with at least a few hundred servants.

But since the room was so damn big, the number of servants looked minuscule when compared to everything else.

Also, these servants gave off the aura of A-rank adventurers… though at the same time, it felt as if they were still suppressing their power in order to let me pass through their dense and nearly suffocating aura.

"Now, you shall fight every single one of these servants today. Dying will be inevitable, though I think you're already used to it. You'll respawn instantly in the middle of the room, and don't worry about killing them… they won't die to your measly strength," Ares muttered with a large smile, and before I knew it, I had been teleported into the center of the room.

The room was so big that you might as well have been calling it distorting since my sense of distance was completely jacked up.

My crazy depth perception from my non-human eyes served absolutely no purpose with everything here… so I knew I needed to rely on more than just my eyesight.

I need to feel where the enemies are and swing without even looking, but at the same time, the swing must be calculated and do enough damage to injure or even kill these impossibly strong servants.

"Hey, in terms of adventurer ranks, where would you rank yourselves?" I asked a man with long white hair, blood-red eyes, and a face paler than a blank piece of paper.

"We don't bother ourselves with such useless mortal constructs… if you want to survive, throw away all the common knowledge you have and rebuild it so that an army will never take you down," The man replied, his eyes shimmering a glowing red color.

As his arm reached out to me, I felt frozen in place, as if all the blood in my body had stopped moving and suddenly began to flow backward.

The pain was alright… but it wasn't enough to make me scream.

The only problem was I couldn't move in the slightest, and as blood couldn't carry oxygen to my brain, I felt my consciousness slowly slip out of my grasp.

I struggled, but there was no use before this man's iron palm left me just jolting every now and again, trying to escape his godly skill.

Definitely a high A-rank as of now… if… all of them… are like this… I'm gonna lose my mind.

And just like that, my first death passed, and I reawoke in the same spot, face to face with the clear vampire who reached out his hand yet again.

This time, I swung my spear as soon as I caught a glimpse of him, slicing his arm in half longways, leaving him to tumble back.

"I know your kind… you'll just regenerate your arm back… but if I cut it like this, it still does enough damage to hinder your sorry asses," I smiled before twirling my spear above me, building up momentum for the final blow.

SHING

Suddenly, a massive lance of blood pierced through my back, and as I hung my head downwards, I felt my head go rolling, killing me instantly.

My second death passed, and I reawoke back in the spot, this time swiveling my head around just as I went for the vampire in front of me.

But, my stab was crude, and a bit disgusting, allowing the man to easily catch my blade and toss me to the side where an erupt of bloody spears came exploding out of my stomach.

I died instantly… thus counting my third death.

This time, I truly focused all my attention on the vampire in front of me as soon as I respawned, slicing off his head, somehow killing the vampire instantly.

There must be some limit set on them because I was only planning on immobilizing him first before he could do anything else.

"I guess setting up a pure and utterly destructive attack that is meant to injure… won't be good for this," I muttered before slamming my spear onto the ground and swiveling my head around.

Maids in long black dresses and butlers in neat black tuxedos all came dashing towards me from each and every angle known to man.

I couldn't keep up with their speed, and as some even hid their presence, I knew the only way to get out of this was to activate this skill.

"[Influence of Battle]," I muttered.

My mind felt as if it had been sucked out of my body and had been placed high in the sky, allowing me to watch over the battle from above like a hawk.

My eyesight had seemingly increased as well, and the number of times I could instantly focus on a single unit was impressive.

So this is what this skill was made for… makes more sense.

With this, I didn't need to work as hard with using my senses to react to everything, but the downside with this skill is that the mental exhaustion was heavy while the physical exhaustion was practically non-existent.

Since I was no longer in my body, I could no longer feel the exhaustion obviously building up in such a tense fight.

So, once I saw my body cripple and bend at the knee after about fifteen minutes of fighting and slaughtering these servants, I knew it was time to go back.

SHING

But that created an opening large enough for me to have my fourth death.