Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

"Apostle, my ass… you're just a snotty kid who doesn't know anything about how this works. What? Are you a son of one of the generals or lieutenants? Well, I'll have you know I'm a general-"

"That's great," I bluntly replied, pushing past her and walking up to the shiny metal doors blocking my entrance.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

I slammed on the doors, causing everybody in the room to jerk their heads up and immediately try to stop me.

"It's fine. He can come in."

As soon as the woman immediately stopped, I pushed through the two now unlocked doors while giving the finger to her.

She clicked her tongue before sitting down on one of the cushioned stools, awaiting her turn. She was an interesting woman as she wasn't wearing the robes that most followers of this religion wore. So, I was down to investigate her more later.

"I apologize for her rudeness… She may come off as overbearing and disrespectful, but please believe that she is a kind human," A familiar voice stretched across the room.

I looked up, seeing the massive office with a small little table at the very end. The room was bigger and more secure, with various believers eyeing me as I walked down the red carpet stretching across the middle of the office.

As soon as I reached the glass desk, I looked past the familiar man and through the gaping glass wall behind him, revealing an environment completely destroyed by pollution.

Rivers and streams are utterly destroyed by sewage. Greenery was eaten away by the roots of toxic rain, not only infecting the plants, but also the animals who were but skeletons now.

"Such a sad thing to see… beautiful greenery now turned into a wasteland of black sludge and sewage…." The man's voice almost seemed to flutter into my ears, returning my eyes to him.

"We should introduce ourselves since we didn't get the chance to last time. I'm Cyrus Claydol, it's nice to meet you. I hope working with you in the future proceeds smoothly."

"My name is Berrith. Just Berrith, but people around here call me Boss, but you may call me whatever you'd like. I don't really care since we're on the same standing… but if I may ask now, why exactly are you here?"

"I came to discuss the matters of me having somewhat of an army, being that I am an apostle."

"Okay… wait… I apologize for the misunderstanding last time, but apostles do not HAVE an army…." The man trailed off, standing up from his desk and looking down at the polluted wasteland below.

"What the hell does that mean? So you tricked me? Does that mean our deal is off now? I don't care about this shitty cult you have-"

"Wait, don't jump the gun so fast. Technically, apostles do have an army, but it's really a general's army. A general acts as an assistant to an apostle, essentially making their army yours. But, in order to have a general on your side, you will have to find one yourself. And make sure it is one you can trust."

"That's such bullshit… can't you just assign a general to me? I don't care which one. I'll take any at this point," I rolled my eyes.

"Okay… that's fine with me," The man smiled, letting the woman with a wolfcut into his office.

"Yes, boss," The woman immediately bowed before walking down the red carpet and standing right beside me. "You have called for me."

"I did call you for another matter, but first, let's settle something… you don't have an apostle you're working with, right?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Ummmm…" The woman hesitated to answer as she glanced down at me, but eventually looked back at the apostle in front of him. "Yes… I… I do not have an apostle I'm working with."

"Can you tell me why? I'm sure you've worked with a few in the past. Did it not work out with them, or was it maybe clashing ideals? I don't mind… you can speak whatever is on your mind…."

"W-Well, yeah, it's my fault… Sir, I apologize, but if you want me to work with this little boy, I refuse. All of my previous partnerships with other apostles either ended in bloodshed or cutting ties on bad terms. I do not wish to make anymore enemies… and I especially don't want to lower myself to work with this kid."

"Unfortunately, you have no other choice as you may be one of our best generals, but if you do not have the guidance of an apostle, somebody close to our god, then you are more useless than the weaklings walking about this building."

"I… I apologize, sir. Please forgive me for my rudeness," The woman lowered her head, and as the man turned away from the polluted view and looked back at me, he lightly smiled. "Since you want an army so bad, I'll give you one. Work with her, and you will have one of the best troops our… "cult" has to offer."

"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, but 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."