Chapter 281 Training With Ares (3)

With this, I didn't need to work as hard with using my senses to react to everything, but the downside with this skill is that the mental exhaustion was heavy while the physical exhaustion was practically non-existent.

Since I was no longer in my body, I could no longer feel the exhaustion obviously building up in such a tense fight.

So, once I saw my body cripple and bend at the knee after about fifteen minutes of fighting and slaughtering these servants, I knew it was time to go back.

SHING

But that created an opening large enough for me to have my fourth death.

A fifth, sixth, and seventh death had passed until I found the golden formula that allowed me to survive until half of the servants had been slain.

I was so mentally exhausted that it began to spread to my physical exhaustion, causing this aerial view of mine to become blurry and the reaction time of my body to quickly slow down.

"Huff… huff… huff… shit," I muttered as I bent down on my knees, waiting for the lance of blood to tear my head in half.

Click

Suddenly, a tapping sound resounded through the room, seemingly pausing existence itself right before I was about to die.

"That's enough for today… Come on, I'm sure you're starving," A voice called out to me from behind the hundreds of servants blocking my path.

"I didn't think you'd be kind enough to give me a break like this," I smirked, pushing my way through the crowd and eventually finding myself walking down a long hallway with Ares yet again.

"In order to grow stronger, rest is a must. Plus, I want to introduce you to somebody," He grumbled before turning the corner into a massive dining room.

Maids were rushing in, setting out plates of food while also welcoming a few guests who had three black lines stretched across their faces in different positions.

Intermediate gods… how interesting.

First, there was obviously Arachne and then a few other figures which I didn't recognize from all the information I had.

"Oh… Hey, where are your god marks?" I asked Ares, just then realizing how his skin was flawless and had nothing tainting its glimmering aura.

"They're hidden… As I said before… I'm suppressing my power to just stand before you," He muttered with a small smirk.

I rolled my eyes upon sitting down at the dining table, and the light cushion beneath me nearly sent me to the sleeping realm.

It wasn't that soft, nor was it that comfortable, but the slight squishiness was comforting and nearly made me fall asleep.

"Your son is quite the figure…." A man whose skin was spotted with black dots, somewhat like a jaguar or cheetah.

"Indeed… Now, I have brought you all here today to introduce you to my son: Orion Vazgath,"

His words sent a shiver down my spine as if something inside of me had been altered, and the instinctual thing for me to do was to open my status.

『Status』

[Name: Orion Vazgath]

[Race: Demon]

[Class: Prince of Blood]

[Level: 43/55] (20/200) XP Needed

[HP: 100/100 MP: 75/75 SP: 55/55] - Above Human

[Strength: 43] - Above Human

[Defense: 40] - Above Human

[Magic: 45] - Above Human

[Speed: 48] - Above Human

[Skills: [Spear Coating] [Berserk Coating] [Empower] [Scout] [Ancient Torterras Tongue]

[Miasma Infused Presence]

[Prince of Blood Skills: [Royal Blood Magic] [Vampiric Creation] [Vampiric Drain]

[Shroud of Fermented Blood] [Egg of the Progenitor]

[Passive Skills: [Toxic Immunity] [Toxic Body] [Night Vision] [Breath of the Snowy Underworld]  [Blood of the Underworld] [Blood Tainted Aura] [Blood Tainted Presence] [Speech of a King] [Constitution of a Tarturling] [Prisoner of Tartarus] [Iron Speech] [Demon's Gluttonous Stomach] [Potion Organs]

[Rune Path: [Influence of Battle] [Throne World: Dripping Hell] [Locked] [Locked] [Locked] [Locked]

[Equipment: [Magic Ring] [Storage Ring] [Sangria King's Spear]

…

"Where has my last name been all this time?" I immediately asked upon seeing it pop up in my status.

"Well hidden, but my last name is useless, so I granted you the last name of your mother… also, I'm sure you'd be more comfortable with that,"

The rest of the gods at the table looked up at the man with awe as his eyes had softened and his mouth had pursed into a small smile.

"Geez… what a guy…" Arachne looked at me, but upon grazing her eyes over me, her pupils widened. "And it also seems he's been having some fun in Tartarus… you think the chicks down there are hot?"

"Umm… yeah? I guess?"

I didn't really know how to respond to this woman since our relationship was a bit awkward… you could call it a stalker-victim relationship.

"Hm? Why are you looking at me with disgust? Did I do something wrong?" She asked.

"You could stop stalking me for one…." I muttered under my breath before Ares cut in and severed the little banter session we were having.

"Alright, that's enough. Let us just enjoy our dinner without any tension… ask him as many questions as you would like, and the same thing for you, my son,"

Don't call me your son.

…

The dinner was quite boring, to say the least since the questions the gods asked were very futile and something I just couldn't quite understand.

But, I did gain some good information from them… the most important piece came from Ares himself.

There was a great war millions of years ago, and that is where my mother and Ares had met… so that either meant my mother knew Time Magic or she wasn't from the earth in the first place… possibly a fallen angel.

"Did you enjoy your dinner?" Ares asked just as I left the dining room.

"The food was good… but just as I had thought… the sight of the gods makes me disgusted. You have no idea how hard it was holding back from getting out of my chair and stabbing each and every single one of them,"

"You would've died,"

"And that is why I prevented myself from losing control… I still have plans,"