Warlock of War: My Ares System

Chapter 302 Colosseum (5)

My first tarot skill, which I had no clue how to use, so what other way is better than just testing it out right here and now?

I immediately activated the skill, but for some reason, nothing happened, so I deactivated it and reactivated it.

"You're shitting me… you're not even gonna tell me what it does?" I muttered, attempting to punch a hole through my status.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

But then, all of a sudden, an unfamiliar face banged on the metal bars enclosing me within this prison.

"What is it?" I asked, looking up towards the man who looked to be some kind of noble judging by how his purple robes seemed to be made from silk.

His flawless and silky white hair drooped to his waist, and the large wizard hat that sat on the very top of his head was almost comical.

"Where do you originally reign from?" The man asked in a raspy and deep voice, resonating with the firm walls of this prison.

I sat quiet, not saying anything as provoking him might lead to my death.

I was confident I was stronger than him, but judging from how powerful everybody else was in this goddamn fortress of a kingdom, he must've been trying to draw something out of me.

Did he want something? Possibly… but my best bet as of now is to just stay quiet and observe my current situation.

"Are you mute? Surely not… you were using skills back there… and, most appropriately, blood magic. Now, tell me where you reside from," The man ordered, his common black eyes shifting into a dark shade of blood-red.

A vampire, huh? I'm not a hundred percent sure, but just judging from how hard he is pressing me about my magic, then surely he thinks I reign from his family or something.

"SPEAK!" He suddenly shouted, but I stayed quiet, staring up at the man whose breath shifted from a rapid and uncontrolled one to a more calm version.

His sudden burst of rage was more than enough to tell me that he wasn't one to tolerate jokes and such.

"I'm a demon," I replied bluntly, and the man just clicked his tongue before turning away, spewing one more thing at me just before leaving this hell hole of a prison.

"I'll get the truth."

From what I saw, I could infer as to why he appeared in front of me, but it is very vague and something that could be easily altered.

First of all, he must think I'm a vampire and is disappointed at how I had fallen into such a position.

He must want to help me get out of this position but needs to fully confirm as to whether I'm truly one of his own…. I mean, it would've been useful if something else hadn't come up.

For now, staying in this colosseum was my best bet for acquiring new power, such as this tarot skill section of my status.

"Though, I could use him later on… hmm… I'm worried about Aisa."

…

A few more days passed, and I found myself in yet another battle, but for some reason, the side quest didn't pop up.

But, as soon as I saw my opponent, I could immediately assume as to why it didn't pop up since, for some reason, my opponent was weak… way too weak for me to even have some sort of a challenge.

"Tch… well, I guess I can try and figure out as to what this new skill does…." I muttered with a smile, and as the announcer introduced us both, I hopped up and down to warm up my legs before dashing towards my opponent.

The match had started, and I immediately used [Undying Will], but just as predicted, nothing happened, even as I slipped under the pitiful thing's attack.

His sword swung over me as I ducked under it, carefully watching the blade before using my core strength to pull me back up and grab onto my opponent's neck.

"Still not gonna do anything…?"

"Huh? You bastard, are you taunting me?! RAHHHHHH-"

SNAP

The resounding sound of my opponent's neck snapping caused a few grimacing faces within the crowd, and as his body dropped limply to the ground, I let out a long sigh.

"God dammit," I kicked the man's corpse before turning around and letting the knights chain me back up before taking me away.

The next few days were long and boring since I was pit up against very weak opponents who posed no challenge to me, and as always, this new skill of mine did nothing, no matter what I tried.

"Come on…" I groaned in my cell as I stared at this skill in front of me, which just kept trying to piss me off.

If my status could make a hand, it would have been giving me the biggest and longest fucking middle finger of my life.

But then, that very night, after drinking my usual cup of water, I fell into a deep slumber and reawoke, only to find myself standing naked amid a black void.

I attempted to assess the situation, but as soon as I swiveled my head, I felt my head burst into a seemingly never-ending migraine that threatened to gnaw away at my sanity.

I fell to my knees, my hands gripping the pitch-black floor as I saw my life flash before my eyes.

And then, the sound of a single bell ringing across the endless void surrounding me dispersed through my ears, breaking the migraine and allowing me to look up, my body sweating bullets.

"Huh?" I gripped my eyes and then rubbed them as a massive card, probably about triple the size of me, floated in the abyss gracefully and gently. "A… tarot card?"

Its signature blue with a star design was immediately recognizable, but upon closer inspection, I noticed an almost demonic face sprawling across it.

It sent shivers down my spine, and my body, already sweating like I had just gotten out of a sauna, froze up.