Mars wasn't pleased. He glared at the empty glass box sitting at the centre of the room. The walls were lined with shelves filled with transparent containers. These boxes held small orbs of various colours, constantly rebounding off the walls.
Grinding his teeth, the man stomped out, slamming the door behind him. The God of War rushed down the white corridor, armor clanking, his metal sabatons smashing into the floor, sending the sound of screeching metal reverberating through the hallway. Doors cracked open and multiple sets of eyes instantly locked upon the enraged god charging down their corridor. The doors slowly closed.
Mars rushed down the line of offices. His fury had broken the mental restraints holding back his aura and power. The walls trembled with energy. Finally reaching a plain door with a black skull emblem, the god kicked it open with brute force. He was greeted by a black room with black decor. Behind the desk was a skeleton, eyebrow raised. "MORS! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE FAIRY SOUL?! WE HAD AGREED IT WOULD REMAIN UNDER MY JURISDICTION IN EXCHANGE FOR MY VOTE IN A FUTURE MATTER!"
His aura realizing the source of his owner's anger, launched itself towards the undead, attempting to crush the sack of bones into dust. Seeing that his attempt at humour had been utterly ignored, the God of Death sighed and removed the eyebrow from his skull. Feeling the murderous intent of the other man's aura, Mors released his own, creating an impasse.
After a few minutes of this stalemate, Mars calmed down and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, retracting his aura back into his body. The God of Death smiled in understanding, having had this exact situation play out many times before. The God of War apologised for his behaviour but didn't retract his words.
The skeleton spoke, "I didn't do anything to the fairy soul." Gesturing at a nearby bookshelf, a thick tome flies off the shelf and onto his desk, opening to the back. Tracing his bony finger down the page, the death god looked up at his compatriot apologetically, "The system took an opportunity while your dungeon was summoning a mini-boss. It injected her soul back into the mortal realm."
Mars looked at the hollow eye cavities with indignation, "Let me make this clear, it isn't "my" dungeon, it's the system's!" The skeleton shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Whatever you say." Massaging his temples, the God of War walked out of the office, "I need a coffee..."
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Back in the mortal realm...
Pushing through the pain, the dungeon core was able to conjure up a linen shirt as a makeshift bandage. Cyrus ripped out the sword with one hand while wrapping the clothing around the wound with the other. He slowly turned around, ensuring that the damaged muscles around the stomach weren't put under strain.
The sight that greeted Cyrus was quite shocking, two of his soldiers had grabbed onto the arms of their commanding officer while another held a sword directly over the heart. A warm, bubbly feeling swelled in his heart. Despite the pain, he found his lips curling upwards. Realising all three of his men were gazing at him in anticipation of orders, Cyrus cleared his throat and instructed the troopers to release the traitor but remain on guard and within the vicinity.
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The two soldiers let go of her arms before rushing to draw their swords. The three men slowly stepped backwards, their eyes and blades remaining locked on the newly summoned officer. The woman glared silently in defiance.
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Cyrus observed his second in command, noting down the slight build, long hair and feminine face. "Interesting," he thought, "It seems I am no longer susceptible to lust." But this line of thought was soon cut off by another bout of stabbing pain in his stomach, a reminder of his current predicament.
The dungeon core wasn't pleased, his vision soon turned red as he recalled his near-death experience and the tormenting pain that followed. Using the traitor's very own sword, Cyrus returned the favour, shoving the blade into her stomach, easily shrugging aside the resistance from the weak armour. Seeing the light fade from her eyes, he fiercely whispered into her ear, "Nobody will ever mess with me again!
The body went limp, leaning into his sword.
[You have killed a Lvl 1 Officer [Boss] [ERROR!] [You have gained 0 XP!] [Class Unselectd!] [ERROR] [Lvl 1 Requirement!]
[Due to [Training Camp] being open to [0] adventurers, all [Mobs/Troops] respawn after an [3] hour cooldown!]
Staring at the nonsensical system alerts and realising that the traitor wouldn't remain dead, Cyrus sighed and waved away the notifications. He'll look over them at a later date.
Returning to the training ground bonus message, the roman found the rewards to be quite satisfying despite not having a reference point for comparison.
[5/5 Requirements met! Bonuses: +50% Stat Training +50% Skill Training]
His curiosity sated, the roman called his troops to the parade ground for a short announcement. Walking onto the podium, the expansive ranks of soldiers in armour sent shivers of excitement. This is the embodiment of power. Yet his excitement quickly dimmed as his memories flared up, having recognised the similarities between this and his last army on Earth.
He gently let sorrow fill his heart while sending a quick prayer to Pluto to watch over them. Sadness slowly relinquished its hold upon Cyrus's mind after receiving little response.
Clearing his throat, the Decanus proclaimed, "Due to the induction of the new parade ground and obstacle course, the 2 groups will be split into four quadrants called, Alpha, Beta, Omega and Gamma. Team Alpha will be on dummy training, Beta on Obstacle Course, Omega on formation drill and Gamma on break. Every day, the group will switch to their right! Is that understood?!"
His announcement was met with an earth-shattering, "YES IMPERATOR!"
The men dispersed.
Eagerly joining the Omega company, Cyrus lead them through the standard formations such as Testudo and Phalanx.
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[You have gained [7] levels in [Beginner Sword Proficiency]!]
[You have gained [5] levels in [Beginner Shield Proficiency]!]
[You have gained [5] levels in [Beginner Formation Marching]!]
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Two hours passed by. Blue orbs of mana began to swirl over the female corpse, slowly accumulating in quantity as the third hour closed in. Cyrus felt his internal clock strike the next hour, 3 hours had passed.
The blue orbs lodged themselves into the corpse.
Colour returned to her face, her lips filled out and her cheeks were given a healthy, pink hue. The blue glow washed away the grey skin, revitalising the cells and sealing wounds. Broken and misplaced equipment was repaired and replaced.
Coughing, the resurrected woman stood up. Catching sight of Cyrus, she wrenched the sword from her scabbard and charged at him, bombarding him with a multitude of curses. While most were unknown to him, the roman caught the gist, something along the lines of "I died because of you and I'll kill you."
Shouting "Halt," he gestured for the men to form up while personally drawing his short sword. This will be the perfect test for his men. Upon hearing Cyrus's words, the rogue warrior's feet stopped dead in their tracks and her unprepared body was sent toppling over. Getting back up, she attempted to move forward but her legs wouldn't budge, stuck firmly to the ground.
Cyrus smiled, "This will do. I will still have a useful second in command after all, not just a slot filler."