Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

"Whatever… as long as I get an army, I don't care who I bring along," I muttered, running my eyes up and down the woman who was now balling her hands into two tight fists.

"Great, then you two can start working together right now. You are dismissed… I must talk with Miss Azzroth for a moment."

"Damn, Azzroth? That's a cool name," I smirked, nudging the woman ever so slightly with my elbow, only to receive a push to my forehead due to her long reach. "Glad to be working with you," I faked a smile before turning back around.

I walked out of the office content. Not happy. Just content as my partner may be an emo asshole, but at least I acquired what I set out to do.

"Now that everything has been settled and prepared for the main quest, I just need to figure out how to actually complete this annoying side quest."

For a moment, I considered leaving right now, but instead just stayed in the lobby on the top floor, waiting for that woman to come back out so we could exchange contact information.

I mean, I had nothing else to do right now, and it was very awkward at the dorms.

…

BAM

As the twin metal doors slammed behind the general, her eyes grazed over me, attempting to ignore my presence as I leaned next to the elevator door.

"Lemme get your contact information," I smirked, but she wasn't having any of it.

"Fuck off… I'm not interested in little boys," She muttered, pressing the down button and attempting to ignore me once again.

"What are you talking about… I only need your information so we can contact each other later. I need your army for something, although I might need to get it confirmed-"

Suddenly, the woman grabbed me by my collar and pressed me against the elevator door, almost lifting me off of the ground due to my short and light stature.

"Holy shit, you're strong," I grunted, flailing back without the use of any skills, as I doubt the apostle in his office would let that slide.

For now, I just needed to remain calm and-

BAM

Just as the elevator door opened, the woman picked me up into the air and slammed me down onto the floor of the empty capsule.

I felt my back nearly break as she continued to grab onto my collar and look down at me with seething eyes that were just so pokable that I couldn't help but dig my thumbs into them.

"ARGHHHHHHHH!"

She screamed a blood-curdling cry as I pressed into her thumbs and threw her off of me by manipulating the weight of her body.

The elevator capsule shook as she slammed into the wall, allowing me to stand up quickly and hold myself against the shoulder-high bars surrounding the edge of this place.

"Huff… huff… huff… ack… fuck… that hurt you son of a bitch…" The woman groaned, picking herself back up and rubbing her eyes.

I expected them to be at least somewhat bloodshot, but with just a single rub of two fingers coated in a silver aura, she was able to heal herself up quite nicely.

"Happy?" the woman faked a smile before dropping it and leaning against the wall.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I can see why every other apostle had a falling out with you… you're just a nihilist asshole who doesn't care about anybody but herself… but that's fine because then you're just like me…."

"Yeah, right. You have siblings that you care for, and the fact that they aren't even blood-related speaks absolute wonders to what kind of person you are… we're never going to mesh, so just give up. I'll put in my resignation form for the partnership, and you do the same…."

"Absolutely not. I need an army to complete something. It's selfish, but I think you might like it…."

Just judging from the nature of this cult, I could tell people joined for good intentions, whether they get that through evil or good means… as long as they have a good outcome, they probably don't care whatever happens.

But of course, I'll have to test that theory, and no better way than just straight up asking.

I let out a long sigh as I rubbed my back, getting ready to talk to her again, but before I could do that, the elevator stopped, and the door opened.

I was pushed all the way to her side, and for some reason, there were more people than last time. And the bags of these followers weren't helping in the slightest. If I wasn't careful here, I was going to be literally crushed to death.

I attempted to push back, but these followers were way too strong, and I hadn't been training my body recently… I was… seriously going to die by being crushed to death.

Forced to use one of my skills, I picked the least destructive one: [Water Magic]. I wanted to possibly lubricate myself so I could squeeze into some kind of perfect gap where I could just sit pretty until the ride was over, but for some reason, it didn't activate.

"Skills don't work in the lower levels. If you wanted to use one, you should have used it while we were at the top floor."

"Wouldn't you want that on the top floor as well? Where your boss is- ack…." I groaned again as the worshipper in front of me pressed his bag into my solar plexus, knocking the wind out of me instantly.

I just about managed to push it to the side, but was smashed in the face again by a worshipper's tight elbow.

This is hell… I'm in hell. Is this what I deserve?

…

(Azzaroth POV)

I lightly chuckled at the boy fighting for his life in these hellish elevators, but it seems he was actually trying his hardest since his face was slowly turning blue.

After letting out a long sigh, I pushed the people in front of us away, just enough for me to grab the boy and carry him in front of me.

"You owe me now…."

"I don't… huff… huff… I don't owe you shit."