Chapter 71 Dungeon: Dire Wolf Slums (3)

"He's not wrong," I added.

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About half a day has passed since we first entered the dungeon, and spirits were now high as the kids have finally adjusted to the bloodlust.

Cy was as cheery and battle-headed as usual, and Lance had revealed a bit of a more confident side which enhanced his sword capabilities.

He was easily one of the best in his class, judging from the refinement in his stances, but the number of skills he had was a disappointing: one.

Plus, that skill was literally just a buff skill, so for now, he couldn't reveal his full potential.

Crack… Pop… Crack… Crack…

The fire in front of us crackled as my group, and Treyni's group all sat around it, staring into the brilliant flame.

We weren't talking much as everybody besides myself, and Cy was mentally exhausted, so we let them eat their food, and I shut up Cy with a cereal bar that I brought as a snack.

But, this peace soon ended as suddenly, two groups in the distance had broken out into a fight.

After standing up and catching a glimpse of the kids, I noticed they were from two opposing big families, and they were practically at each other's throats.

Neither of them was holding back as they quite literally intended to kill the other kid.

"Geez… These kids are crazy," Cy muttered, and I gave him a deadpanned expression which he refused to look at.

"Look who's talking," I muttered before walking around the perimeter of the camp.

I knew it… These kids had orders to slaughter each other… but the teachers haven't realized yet because they're so focused on stopping the two kids.

What a mess.

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A few hours had passed, and we were now sleeping inside the dungeon, which was a common occurrence with large dungeons… but this one wasn't a large dungeon.

The teachers just wanted to press in as much bloodlust resistance as possible into their students.

We were most likely going to hunt for another few hours after waking up, and then the teachers will clear the dungeon.

I already knew all of this, yet I couldn't go to sleep, and that was for one reason… a battlefield. I smell it.

It lingers in my nostrils, and the stench of blood slides down my sinuses.

It was a strange phenomenon that kept happening whenever it felt as if I was on a battlefield, and I decided that this was due to one of my skills.

There was no other explanation besides one, but it was more of a hypothesis rather than an explanation.

? It is most likely due to my Ares System.

No, it is due to my Ares System.

The god of war gave me a system, so there is the possibility that my affinity with a battlefield or war has risen.

Right now, I was dancing in the center of a palm, whether that be Athena's, Ares', or both.

"*sigh*... I need water," I muttered before exiting the large tent filled with about ten boys.

Feeling the dirty dungeon airbrush against me, I grimaced before making my way over to one of the teachers on duty, guarding us against any wolves.

"Go to that tent right there, and you should be able to find all our supplies. Take only one water bottle, though," The Sword Theory teacher instructed, and I kindly followed his words.

As I walked to the tent, I scouted the other tents while rummaging through my stash of knowledge right inside my skull.

I could do that… There is also the possibility of that… They are too feisty, and I won't be able to control them… They are too weak to give a shit about… Hmmm… I wish there was somebody right in between.

I chugged the entire bottle of water before slipping behind the tent, out of the view of any of the teachers, and sat next to the tent with the largest amount of radiating bloodlust.

"You know what… Let's just do that," I muttered with a large smile.

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(Unknown POV)

I was extremely tense and so nervous that it felt as if I was going to throw up.

But, if I don't complete this task, I will most likely be deemed a failure by the rest of the family, and any chance of me living a peaceful life will go down the drain.

"Fuck this family shit," I muttered before slowly unzipping the door to the tent and letting my bloodlust enhancing skill run rampant.

After slowly maneuvering out of the humid tent filled with the sweat of ten boys, I glanced at the two teachers fighting off a few wolves in the distance.

FWOOSH

I snapped my head towards my right as I swore I felt something watching me.

Brushing it off as being paranoid was the best option as it made me feel better, but I immediately reminded myself that I was in a dungeon.

I even felt a lingering trail of bloodlust from the right of the tent, so I turned to the left and snuck behind the perimeter of tents.

My nerves were so bad that I threw up for a few seconds and then collected myself once more after reaching my sword.

The weapons were stored in an unprotected tent for some reason, so it was obvious the teachers were clueless as to what was happening within this trip.

"Oh, sneaking around?" A voice suddenly came from behind me, and when I turned, I saw a boy with wavy purple hair and deep purple eyes.

I immediately pointed my sword at him, but instead of retaliating, he just raised his hands to surrender.

"I didn't come for a fight. I just wanted to warn you that you're not ahead as you think," He said with a smile before stepping out of the tent.

I went to chase after him in order to silence him, but he was already long gone… but his words seemed reasonable, so I let them float within my mind.