Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

"Fooooooo… I'm doing good. I'm doing alright," I muttered, swinging my blade downward, ridding it of the fresh and warm blood. But just as I was about to leave the room, I felt a gust of wind enters this completely sealed-off room. "I'm guessing you're here to kill me, right?"

"No, no… of course not. I only came to see the famed Ranker Killer do his job… and it seems he isn't as great as his legend. I thought I might actually feel threatened, but…" The voice, which was at the window, suddenly appeared behind me, a pair of lips almost touching my ear lobe. "... you're nothing but a pussy… great."

"I don't care. I have my own goals that I want to achieve… and I even had my own mindset redirected recently. I met with a few people I knew from where I grew up, and only then did I realize what I truly want to become."

"Oh? And what's that?" A pale face entered my vision. Their long and wavy white hair, paired with their ghostly white eyes, made for a ghastly appearance.

"You'll see soon enough."

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The next morning, I found myself walking down the long hall filled to the brim with students passing to their next class. It was the very first class of the day, so they wanted to get there early and actually learn. I mean, their rich-ass parents were sending them here to learn and create connections, so if they did anything else, I doubt their parents would allow them to get away with it.

But with some people, they didn't care what their parents said. Either they just lied to them through gaining the trust of the people watching them, or they just straight up cheated on everything they did. Some were lazy idiots, some were lazy geniuses. It was really a gamble whenever you saw these kinds of people.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Although, there is one thing these lazy people and the active and intent students had in common… the people watching over them. They were strong and secretive, with only the tops of this school being able to sense them, and once I managed to catch a glimpse of them, their gazes never faded. They were almost like haunting spirits watching and watching and watching until they saw the right moment to strike at their target. It was creepy as shit.

"Okay…" I muttered, taking out my phone and scrolling through the top twenty-five rankers of this school. They were either the strongest or most powerful, but the ones who were really scary and people you didn't want to touch were the top 10 and especially the top 5.

The top 10 were powerful in ways that won't even allow you to touch them. Either that is through immense wealth, crushing you through practically any means possible. Either that be through immense numbers, crushing you, or constantly harassing you till you drop out of school, die, or just straight up kill yourself. It's happened a number of times in the limited time I've been here, but everytime the school covers it up as the student just leaving… it's sad to see, but I don't really give a shit at the same time. Find adventures on empire

Then, there is the process through which they crush you with pure individual power. Magic, weapons, physicality, mentality, spirituality. They will crush you with whatever they specialize in, and boy, it isn't pretty.

Finally, there is the untouchable five, who go by another name: The Five Swords of the Academy of Blades. And what's really strange about these five is that they all specialize in physical beatings through weapons. You aren't allowed to be part of the top 5 if you don't use a weapon, although it doesn't really matter because magic users normally lose to weapon users anyway. So, nobody has really had to worry about a magic specialist climbing into the top 5.

Most of them are relatively secret in terms of how they move, besides Laura Claydol, the fourth sword, who is also the student council president. She is the alleged and real blood and flesh brother of my orphanage brother, Cyrus Claydol.

"Actually…" I lightly smirked. "... If a magic user is going to enter the top 5, it would be that guy."

After landing on my next target, a girl ranked towards the top 10, but not quite there, in the simple place of rank 15, I turned into the men's bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I waited it out until the bell had rung its annoying toll, and only then did I begin my prowl down the empty halls of this school.

FWOOSH… TING

What was strange about the ranking system of this school, and something everybody and every family that attends this school agrees on, is the way of rising up the ranks. By killing a ranker, you take their spot. You can't just force them out or get them to give it up. You have to straight up kill them and make sure they stay dead. Otherwise, they'll come back with revenge so thorough and thought out that you'll be in the ground next.

Also, attacking a ranker at any time you would like, is another rule. So, during school, while sleeping, while in another battle… but battling outside the campus is prohibited. This is to ensure any form of battle doesn't affect outside sources like the city or company buildings, or family buildings.

FWOOSH… SHING

Just narrowly dodging another attack by a longsword, I slid back across the marble floors, simultaneously taking out my long machete whilst hiding a paper bomb behind the blade. And the boy who was charging straight at me was practically already dead as he thought he had the upper hand.

His sword swung straight at me, his momentum carrying him forward so much that he stumbled and tripped. So, once I dodged, I took the paper bomb in my other hand, which I had coated in rock, and slammed it into his face.

BAM

It was a small explosion, but the boy's face had completely cratered and was beginning to bleed out. He wasn't going to die as the people watching over him immediately tended to his needs, but he is guaranteed to have some post-traumatic stress and, most likely, a poorly functioning brain.

"*sigh*... what an idiot…" I muttered, slowly walking down the hall to my next target. A mage specialist who focused primarily on [Earth Magic] and [Earth Manipulation], just like me. How nice.

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(Cyrus POV)

(The last night)

"Well," The woman snickered, her lips piercing into that of a light smile. "I've been reincarnated into this world as well… and I know all about you, Jack the Ripper."

"H-How," I stuttered, raising my guard and attempting to sit up, only to find my body number than a sack of rocks. It felt as if I was glued to the bed, unable to move even a single muscle, and holy shit, did it suck. "Wait, are you also from the experiment?"

"Of course. I didn't become anybody famous after since I died pretty early, way earlier than you, but I did manage to stay long enough to hear the title granted to you by the people. They feared you and your wrath. Like a ghost in the wind, you sliced up prostitutes until meeting your tragic end at that newly built bridge."

"And how would you know that?"

"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.