Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

Once the figure had reached the top of a hill and looked over the cyberpunk city, their eyes almost seemed to glimmer. In the pure and utter silence around them, the loud and clunky city somehow became a bit attractive. Like a guy or girl who wasn't the best looks-wise or even personality-wise, yet at that one moment where you're alone, and your hands interlock, you feel more attracted to them than ever. All of your worries disappear, and for a split second, you forget about the surrounding world.

"London Bridge is falling down… falling down… falling down… London Bridge is falling down… My… fair… lady~"

The figure, in its cloak of darkness, snapped its head around, seeing me emerge from the tree line. My eyes glowed a soft dark blue, immediately causing them to freeze in place. And as my heart began to race with excitement, my normally cold expression when killing others twitched just slightly. It shifted into that of an ear-to-ear smile.

I continued to hum the beautiful tune as it resounded through the air, putting the woman on edge, literally and figuratively. She had only two options. Either jump down the cliff and potentially break a few bones or get slaughtered by me.

"My… fair… lady."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"*sigh*... I guess I got caught," The figure turned around, revealing its entire face. It was familiar. I had seen it before, and upon walking closer to them, my smile dying down, I saw Azzaroth. She was smiling while scratching the back of her head, clearly guilty. "I guess I can't escape the famed Jack the Ripper. You're as creepy and powerful as always…."

"Tch… you got me all excited. In addition, your skills are lacking. You're not much of an assassin anymore…" I explained, walking next to her and cracking my neck. My eyes scanned over the beautiful cityscape from which I slowly began to realize what the woman had gotten so entranced with. It was indeed attention-grabbing.

"I decided to go against my past life. I felt returning to my bloodthirsty ways made me no more than a rabid dog. Clearly, you have more control over your bloodlust, though. But unfortunately, not everybody is as good as you," The woman snickered, ruffling my hair as we both sat down on the edge of the cliff.

There was a long silence between us as a gentle autumn breeze ruffled our hair. The woman looked like she had many questions to ask but refrained from even breathing. She didn't want to ruin this peaceful moment. A moment that might have been the calmest moment we had ever had together.

"Hey… was it always this easy to get skills without a skill book?" I muttered, staring up at my status, which was looking pretty beefed up right now. Not only did I obtain the reward from the quest of interfering with the mission we had just completed, but also something I obtained towards the beginning of the nightly endeavors.

『Status』

[Name: Cyrus]

[Race: Human]

[Class: Aether Magician]

[Level: 20/50] (25/100) XP Needed

[HP: 50/50 MP: 30/30 SP: 15/15] - Normal Human

[Strength: 10] - Normal Human

[Defense: 5] - Normal Human

[Magic: 15] - Normal Human

[Speed: 10] - Normal Human

[Aether: 20] - Non Human

[Skills: [Tidal Strike] [Water Magic] [Water Ring] [Poison Murky Water] [Mana Control]

[Aetheric Infusion] [Aether Control] [Aether Explosion] [Aether Creation] [Bloodlust Incarnate] [Tangible Bloodlust]

[Tarot Power: [World of Flesh] [Locked] [Locked] [Locked]

[Runic Skills: [Fingers: Water Strings] [Arm: Brand of the Controller]

[Passive Skills: [Water Body] [Light Allied Aura] [Dark Enemy Aura] [Trait: Aether] [Angel Core] [Heightened Senses of an Assassin]

[Master of Mana: [Foreign Mana Control]

…

"Also, I completely forgot how much experience humans gave… maybe I should try eliminating more of these camps," I muttered, lightly smiling to myself as I became content with this beautiful power-up. "Anyways, I was wondering… were you aware of these camps?"

The woman shivered under my cold eyes before her nonchalant expression melded into laughter. Whatever she was laughing at was something I was completely unaware of, so I just sat there, waiting for a response.

"Yes… yes, I was," She responded, waiting for me to do something. But she overestimated me at this moment. As of now, I was nothing more than a flea who luckily managed to get a power-up. You could call me a mosquito, but even they are still weak. "But, I don't work with those kinds of people. Although, you probably knew all of this already."

I gently shrugged my shoulders before closing my status and placing my daggers down onto the slowly wilting grass. Yet another chilly autumn breeze swept past us, ruffling my unkempt hair. I was ready to return home and take a bath after all of this chaos.

"People who practice Dark Magic are people who have done no more than gone a different path in life. To shame them for practicing dark arts is like shaming somebodies appearance. They've chosen how they want to look and don't care what other people think. Of course, there may be a slight anomaly, but more than half of the time, they generally don't care, especially when there is somebody who picked such an uncommon path in life."

"I'm glad you understand… We Light, and Dark religions worship different gods and don't really cross over in terms of beliefs. It's kind of stupid, but we teach each other to hate the other when our real enemy is somebody of a sub-group giving the dark temple a bad name…."

"Do you know what their group name is called?"

"The Evangelists of the Undead. A pretty pretentious name if you ask me, but it is what it is. They seek to convert many and all to that of the undead to achieve constant and solid immortality. None of this bullshit large companies sell to expand your lifetime, your youth, by just a fraction of a second… but real and solid proof of an extension on life. Although, it is obviously in exchange for your soul."

"Are they something I need to look out for? Like, will they do some kind of raid against my school for whatever reason?"

"No, not really. As of now, they're a small religion with only a few thousand followers. But I will say this now, if we don't take care of them as soon as possible, they're going to be pests on our future. We must get rid of them above anything else, no matter how much man power it will take."

…

The next day quickly came as I and my group of assassins returned to the city. We weren't in much of a rush, but due to the fact that we had no access to the internet or communication back to the Boss, we had to speed up our pace as dark clouds began to roll in.

"Hey, Cyrus, I got a question," Elora suddenly spoke up, taking off her mask and staring me down in the eyes as we dashed across the train tracks leading back to civilization. She seemed very serious about it, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt and listened intently. "What exactly happened before you came to the warehouse? You all of a sudden went silent, uploading information to our masks that allowed us to see the enemy… but then you came back with five heads? What really happened?"

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"The technology I was using was immediately picked up on. It was more of a hunch rather than an actual fact, but it turned out to be correct. So, I hid in the shadows and waited for them whilst also turning our technology into a bomb. So as soon as they tried to touch my computer, it exploded, killing one of the six by blowing his body to bits. Then, all that was left was to kill the other five who I had taken by surprise. They were weak… so extremely weak to the point I got suspicious, so I immediately came to check up on you guys and, well, the rest you all know."

"Hmm… So, what will you tell the Boss then? You'll take full responsibility, right? I don't feel like getting scolded for your own sole mistake even though you did save us. So, I'm not going to help alleviate any of the punishments you'll be receiving."

"That's fine with me. I was going to take the punishments head on anyway," I smiled beneath my mask, looking at the other group members who looked as guilty as Elora. Clearly, they had no intention of helping me take the blame for the disconnection and massive risk put to our group, but it's not like I was begging for their assistance anyway. I could handle myself against that woman… maybe… hopefully.

And just like that, after a few hours of running in the early morning, and catching a passing train, we finally arrived back at school where the presence of a demoness was awaiting my audience.