Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

"You'll need something that can slide down easily. Parts of your body are still paralyzed due to the mental and physical shock."

"You're not gonna ask me what happened?" I questioned while munching on the bar, taking a few hundred chews to even get this thing into a swallowable size.

I probably wasn't thirsty or didn't need water because of the IV in my arm, so I was a bit thankful for that as my throat hurt like a bitch, and just eating the fiber bar was horrendous.

"I do not ask why people come here. There are various reasons, and I don't even like to assume out of respect."

"Geez… you really have a stick up your ass."

…

Another long and tedious day of recovery had passed, but just as I was about to try and get some sleep that night, a pair of glowing white eyes and eerie reptilian pupils stared at me from the corner of the room.

The doctor was still in the room, sleeping on his chair in order to respond to any medical emergency.

It didn't look very comfortable, and he kept groaning with pain, which might be why he had such heavy bags under his eyes.

"What do you want?" I yawned, slowly wiping the built-up tear under my eye.

"We were sent to check up on you, but you seem to be doing fine," Lothin, the green-haired boy, announced, his silent footsteps carrying him across the room like a levitating ghost.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Elora, on the other hand, who had come with him, wasn't as amused and just leaned against the corner of the room, continuously staring at me with her dim white eyes.

"Don't be scared. I won't bite," I chuckled, and as the girl rolled those two beady pupils, she disappeared into the night, leaving Lothin to stand right next to my bed, staring down into what seemed to be my soul.

"What did you do with your mana core? It's gone," The boy's left eyebrow raised ever so slightly before he moved his hand to my chest.

But, just before he could touch my clean white shirt, I caught his hand and tossed it away, making sure he knew every single one of my intentions.

"Whatever…" He muttered, his eyes trailing up to my face. "You're gonna lose your spot in your squad. We have a mission soon, according to the shadow figure. I hope you'll be recovered by next week."

I chuckled ever so slightly, getting a confused reaction out of him. "She really tells you nothing. Well, let me tell you what the mission is about so you aren't just guessing for the next week."

"And how do you know what it is?"

"Because she told me, obviously," I smiled, causing the boy to visibly shiver before backing away, his glowing green eyes fading into the darkness.

I guess that's a no…

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(Lothin POV)

"Excuse me, ma'am. If it is to my understanding, I am the leader of the little squadron you put together. So, I was wondering why Cyrus knows of the mission details before me."

As I stepped into the woman's office, I immediately voiced my complaint, and upon hearing my words, the woman placed down her smoking cigarette, extinguishing it first in a silver ashtray already reeking with the rotting scent of smoke.

"I thought I told you not to discuss such matters in public,"

"Well, I assumed the wires and spy material in your office were already controlled by you… seeing how you're smoking in your office without even opening the window."

My eyes began to tingle, and I couldn't handle it anymore, so I walked over to her only large window and pulled it upwards, allowing a breeze to flow into her room.

"Kekekeke… Alright, fine. Allow me to tell you the truth because if you ask that little boy, he will only speak lies," The woman smiled, getting up from her chair and pushing aside a stack of papers already lined up along her desk.

I could understand she was a teacher here… but obviously, there was more to that as she soon pulled open a drawer, revealing a rusty bronze key.

"Euk, it's a bit dirty," She shivered with disgust before gripping the metal, causing its top surface to dissolve, leaving a shiny and seemingly brand-new key for her to place back on her desk.

She's strong… way too strong… clearly, she works with acid and poison…

"Okay…" She groaned, closing the drawer and picking the key back up before just tossing it limply on the marble floor. "That should do the trick."

I was about to say something, yet to my surprise, the entire floor below the key had opened up, revealing a small room with a hatch for an entrance.

"Follow me."

We both hopped down the open hatch and into the small and cramped room where even the woman who was most likely the maker of this place was forced to bend over ever so slightly.

Inside was a stone room. The walls, ceiling, and floor were made of stone, with various papers hung about the walls and blank ones scattered about the floor.

"This is what we'll be doing," The woman snatched a paper from one of the walls and handed it to me, just barely escaping this cramped room before her back could completely crumble.

As soon as we exited and closed the latch, the bronze key reappeared in her hand, which she then swiftly placed in a drawer below.

"Why are you making sure I know where the key is?"

The woman sat down on her chair and swiveled towards me, who was standing right next to the open window.

"Anyways, did you read the sheet?"

"Ummm… yes, but I don't understand how Cyrus could know of this. I didn't even know such a place existed… I just knew of the temple, but it wasn't really that powerful, to begin with."

"No, it's a very powerful place of religious intent with many artifacts of the old world. We will be obtaining one of them… a special instrument of destruction: The violin, which sounded the end of the Empire of Light. That is what we'll be trying to get."

"But this is a mission to retrieve it and give it to somebody… are we seriously going to give a weapon of mass destruction to a random?"

"Don't worry… I have my ways," She eerily smiled, swiveling around in her chair as she kicked both feet off of the ground.