Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

"If I was able to manipulate your dreams, then do you think I wouldn't be able to read your mind?" The woman smiled, her sharp black eyes piercing through my chest and into the bed below me. It hurt. It felt as if I was bleeding out, but I was unable to do anything.

"Then what do you want from me?" I requested, but this woman was just so fucking unreadable that I could barely even figure out if her calm expression right now was real or not. Was she excited beneath? Angry with me for something in our past lives? Sad about something in our past lives? There were so many potential possibilities that I could hardly keep my cool.

"I want to help you," She simply replied. My face crumpled with confusion as she continued to smile. "We're partners now, right? I thought I should help you out so we can work together. I got a little headstart in this world, but you… you can still go further than me. I just know it."

"And why… you want something from me. Fame, money, power? You can't just be helping me for free."

"Oh… well, there is something that I want, as you see… when I died encountered a god. He was beautiful and muscular. He was well…." The woman chuckled slightly. "... he was pretty fucking hot. Although, that is not the reason why I want to see him again, as he told me something. He promised me something that I wanted to collect now that I've completed it."

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The very next day, I decided to skip class… nothing surprising, but it was very easy to fly under my sister's radar. This probably wasn't the best of ideas now that I've angered my sister, but I was too intrigued with something else. I noticed Jake while walking down the hallway and realized he was sharpening bloodlust deep within him. It was buried extremely far down, but I was still able to just barely notice it.

Intrigued, I decided to just not go to class in general, hoping my sister wouldn't come for me. Even a few minutes after the bell for the start of the class had rung, she didn't even attempt to capture me, allowing me to follow Jake from the shadows.

There was something different about him. He looked deadlier and felt so much fucking deadlier. It was like I was watching a top predator ready to pounce on his prey. It was beautifully sharpened to the point he might as well just kill his prey with the bloodlust he had honed. It was sharper than any blade he could equip… or so I thought.

He was ambushed by somebody on his way to find his target, and before I knew it, he took out a weapon similar to that of a machete. The blade was longer than one but still had this aura that surrounded it. It was dark and musky like somebody had cursed this blade. I could just smell it from where I stood.

The person who ambushed him was quite good but was immediately outclassed in every category. Jake effortlessly dodged his piercing attack with enough momentum to stab through his body, even without a skill. I was sure this was his only possible way of killing him but didn't get to confirm it as his face was soon dented by a paper bomb.

Brutal. Just straight brutal. A bomb to the face would have been enough to kill him, but at the last second, as he coated his hand with rock, he also coated the boy's face with the same material. This caused the boy to take severe damage, more dangerously in the mental department, I could assume. A concussion was bound to happen, and a stem of paralysis would most likely result from that.

Jake walked away like it was nothing, placing his machete back into his bag and proceeding down the hallway. I continued to follow him for at least a few more minutes before he arrived at the library, his bloodlust now honed to the max. He was a beast baring his fangs, waiting for something just outside the door to the library. It was strange. He didn't go through and instead just waited, even taking out his machete… like he was challenging someone instead of ambushing them. Was it chivalry or a lack of confidence in his own skill?

"What are you doing, you knucklehead," I gritted my teeth, taking a few more meters for myself as my heartbeat suddenly began to rise. And from what I saw in the next second, I knew if I was just a bit closer, I would have been severely injured.

KSH

Jake's arm split open, gushing blood onto his long sleeve shirt. Bone was already visible, yet somehow this arm which was the same arm gripping his machete, refused to let go… no, it was barely visible, but he wrapped an extremely clear string around it. He made sure he wouldn't let go of the machete in the first place… did he already expect this as well?

Initially, I thought Jake was a simpleton who only had rocks for brains. I mean it suited him as he was quite the knucklehead back at the orphanage, but from what I could see here, he was tactical and even leaned out. This was apparent from his muscular forearms and bulging biceps that continued to strain with a high blood pressure. I couldn't tell before due to his baggy clothes, but now he looked like a real warrior.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Now, how will you handle a blood specialist," I muttered, inching further and further down the hallway, allowing for a wider view of the fight. But what really confused me was, why even do this? What was the point? Was there something he could obtain from killing this guy or-

BOOM

From the ceiling, a boy with long fluffy brown hair drooping mid-way down his back burst into the fight. His daggers were coated in sharp rocks, even sharper than the blade beneath. But that might have only been due to the fact that inside the casing, the blade had been destroyed by what seemed to be countless months of rusting. Just a single swing of that and the blade would crumble on the opponent's body.

TING

Their blades met, with the boy who came from the ceiling immediately spinning around, deflecting Jake's machete elsewhere. This created an opening where the boy's eyes glowed red, causing blood to gather around both of his daggers. He made a slashing motion despite clearly not being in hitting a range of Jake.

"Tch…" Jake clicked his tongue, instinctively bringing up his knee and then forming an almost bowl-like shape on his shin. This blocked flying sickles of blood that would have easily punctured a vital if landed on his torso.

He was skilled. Extremely skilled. No, both were skilled and talented at that. Jake, while relying mostly on his tactics and physical prowess, was perfect for a boy who specialized in not only earth manipulation but blood manipulation, a rare kind of skill set that very few have.

Slowly, I was getting pulled further into this fight, my attention slowly focusing on just the movements of these two. It was tense as Jake was constantly on the defense, possibly hoping to waste the boy's mana before he used up his, once again showing a high IQ in battle.

"But… that's not what you're truly aiming for, right?" I smirked, seeing the boy's movements slowly begin to slow down. In addition, he covered up his lack of blood-sharpened moves with more earth magic, allowing for heavier hits but much slower swings. Clearly, he was hoping to end this quickly.

It wasn't long before the boy noticed just what Jake had been doing and backed off. Instead of wasting his pride and life on a continuous attack, he took a moment to recover by backing up… but I assume that was all part of Jake's plan as the calculative older teen slowly began to walk forward.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes swirling with emotions soon went cold. He let out a long breath of exhaustion, expelling any pollutants that had entered his lungs. This caused the boy to smile as he attempted to get up, only to fall back onto his ass. He proceeded to cackle as if his life wasn't still in danger. Read the latest on empire

"Alright," the boy chuckled. "You win… wait… wait… wait! Stop! Don't! Don't! I'll give you the position! Please don't kill me! My family will-"

And just like that, the boy's head was sent flying across the hall, eventually rolling to my feet. I glanced up from my relaxed position, kicking the lifeless head to the side. I immediately met eye-to-eye with Jake, who took a cloth out of his bag and wiped down the blood from his machete, making sure it wouldn't turn out like the daggers of his victim.

"Why did you do that?" I intriguingly asked.