Warlock of War: My Ares System

"In the year 404 BC… Athens was forced to surrender to Sparta, thus putting an end to the Peloponnesian War…."

DING DONG

"KID! The opening ceremony is about to start!"

I snapped out of my trance and looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.

It was now exactly 10:00, so I decided to drop all of the other books and bring the "Ancient Greece" text to the front desk and check it out.

"I'll see you later," The librarian says as I soon make my way towards the large auditorium, big enough to store a jumbo jet.

Grand chandeliers hung from the ceiling, thousands of students flocked to the center of the room, staring towards the front where a stage was planted.

Who I assumed to be the teachers, stood on that stage with a very old man in the center, near a microphone.

"Welcome!" The old man's voice boomed through the room.

Everybody pumped their fists and shouted in excitement, causing adrenaline to rush through our veins.

It was as if I was back in the colosseum, watching warriors duke it out for survival.

"I welcome you all to the greatest school to ever exist in the city of Amlas!"

The old man looked as if he was about to knock on death's door any second, but his voice boomed through the auditorium as if he was a coliseum announcer.

Everybody roared in excitement as you could feel the adrenaline blowing through the air like a gust of wind.

"Okay, settle down. First, I shall introduce all the teachers and then go over the objective of this academy,"

The man introduced every single teacher on the stage but I only paid attention to the ones who I had as professors for the classes I was taking.

I had three.

The first was for my first class on Magic Theory.

The teacher was a man in his mid 20's who was slim, had stubby black hair, and dark brown skin.

My second class was a combat class called Spear Theory.

The teacher was a middle-aged man, built like the trunk of a tree.

He was insanely swole and buff, but he didn't come near the man from the magic tower who tried to kill me.

That man was built like a brick shit house.

And finally, my last class was on something called… Gun Theory.

Guns are a piece of technology that I found about 2 or 3 years ago.

I was shocked by how intricately it worked.

We could've never thought of technology like this in my past life.

War, disease, famine consumed us from every side, cornering as, but we were still forced to push through them.

There was a time when I wanted to be a scholar, but that quickly ended up going down the drain after I was drafted into the army.

Scholars were rare back in my past life, and despite them being the only people who could potentially push us farther into the world of science, they weren't very popular.

The government pushed the idea of being a warrior into something that was bloated rather than filled, as it wasn't as nice as how they made it out to be.

The teacher didn't look too bad as well as he was pretty young and had long curly brown hair.

"Okay! Those are all the professors, but now I'm sure you're wondering what the objective of this academy is… Well, it's quite simple, really… To raise the greatest humans in existence!"

The crowd roared as even I felt a rush of adrenaline spike through my veins.

"WE HAVE ALREADY GROWN TALENTS WHO NOW LEAD THE WORLD! WHAT'S STOPPING US FROM RAISING MORE! YOU ALL WILL BE THE FUTURE OF THE WORLD SO TAKE PRIDE IN IT! YOU ARE ALL EQUAL HERE, SO STUDY AND TRAIN TILL YOU'RE CONTENT! SCREAM UNTIL YOUR HEART IS CONTENT AND NEVER FORGET YOUR ROOTS!" The old man shouts at the top of his lungs.

The crowd roared once again, but this time I felt no adrenaline.

They're all the same…

…

"What's wrong?" The librarian asks me as I scroll through an article meant to explain the basis of guns and how they have evolved over time.

Apparently, guns used to not use magic.

And even when magic was starting to be implemented into society, they couldn't implement magic into guns due to this thing called magic overload.

"Uhhh… I already don't like this school,"

"You know I can tell the headmaster and get you removed, right?"

"Sure… I don't like him either,"

"I was just joking. What do you hate about this school so much anyway?"

"They clearly take advantage of you even after you left this school,"

"Well, you're not wrong," She chuckles to herself.

"*sigh*... Is it possible for me to level up somewhere with absolutely no risk?"

"Nope. If you're destined not to fight, you just won't fight,"

It was a bit disappointing, but I had already expected it.

I then glanced up at the panels in front of me, a nostalgic sight that I hadn't seen in a few years.

[Seven years have passed with no progress]

[Hidden Quest: Complete your First Dungeon has been revealed]

[Quest has been revealed]

[You are unable to obtain the hidden reward]

[Failure to complete the task within three days will result in death]

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[Quest: Complete your First Dungeon]

[Description: You have rested and learned long enough, but deep within you, you yearn for the battlefield. You want to feel the sensation of your blade slashing through flesh. The sensation of warm, fresh blood splattering across your face]

[Reward: Tattered Magic Ring]

[Penalty Upon Failure: Death]

[Time Left: 71 Hours Remaining]

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"Granny, we have the rest of the day off, right?"

"Yeah, the first day starts tomorrow. Come on, read your emails,"

"Sure, sure,"

I'll just visit the dorm after…

…

All it took was a quick google search for me to find the easiest dungeon within the city, and to no surprise, it was extremely difficult for me.

I then searched up if there were any lower-level dungeons in New York City as it was only a day's travel from Amlas.

It would even be faster if I got somebody to drive me there.

But, disappointingly, the dungeons were only higher leveled.

I let out a long groan as I gripped an iron spear in my hand and stared at the large cave in front of me.

It was massive, with a pretty constant flow of adventures traveling in and out of it.

"Excuse me, young man, but we cannot take responsibility for what happens in there," A guard comes up to me and says.

A few guards were guarding the entrance to the dungeon as only people with passes could get through, but as I stole a pass from one of the people in Arthur's raid party, I was able to enter with ease.

There wasn't an age limit to being an adventurer, but there was a pass you needed to take to ensure unnecessary deaths would be prevented.

"I'm sure you're strong as you got a pass at such a young age, but we cannot take responsibility, and everything that happens in there stays in there,"

He's right.

Dungeons are like another world where anything can happen.

Monsters attack you from all sides.

Betrayal due to a crack in your "trusted" comrades.

And the scariest thing to happen inside a dungeon… is getting tortured by people who want you dead.

There are no laws inside the dungeon, basically making it an every man for themselves type of situation.

"Yes, I'm aware," I mutter before walking past him and entering the dark cave.