Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

Chapter 22 Slight Problem

"And... how is that my problem?" I responded with a smirk, and the boy went to hit me with an overhand hook.

BAM

But it was way too slow, so I just slipped my foot underneath into his stomach and kicked him away, sending him tumbling into the crowd behind him.

Oops... I thought he was a bit stronger.

"I'm gonna take a shit, so if you have any questions, then wait like the good children you are and stay waiting for your mommy to come back," I said before walking down the hall.

Bursts of tears came from the room, but I didn't really care; that wasn't my problem, but the woman who takes care of this place.

...

"Oomf... *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough*... Fuck, why couldn't I keep any of the food down? That was such delicious food, and I don't think I was allergic to anything... shit...." I muttered, and as I thought back to what I did wrong, I couldn't come up with anything.

Eventually, the caretaker for this place finally came back, only to be greeted by tons of kids crying and whining over me, but I was still puking every last drop of melted food in my stomach.

My throat was suddenly dry, and a familiar insatiable thirst for water overcame me, so I drank from the sink after flushing the toilet.

The woman soon came to probably yell at me as I kicked one of the kids, but my mind was completely focused on drinking this water.

But, even as I drank and drank seemingly gallons, my throat only got dryer, and the sensation of thirst clawed its way up my throat and into my mouth.

My mouth watered at the sensation of this tap water, but I didn't question any of it right now because it felt like I would die if I stopped drinking.

[Food has been expelled]

A single panel appeared in front of me, confirming the one thing I had hypothesized... and that was the fact that I could only consume water.

"What are you doing?" A childish voice asked me as I sat on the bed, legs crossed and meditating, trying to grow my mana core.

As I slowly opened my eyes, a boy a bit younger than me but not much smaller than me hid half his body behind the door frame.

He had fluffy black hair and pale gray eyes and was kind of pretty, to be honest, though that might just be because he's a child.

He also poked half his body and his little head through, trying to see what I was doing.

"Nothing. Go play with your friends... Enjoy your childhood," I muttered, shooing him away, but despite being super timid, he entered the room slowly.

"You won't kick me, right?"

I audibly laughed at his rude question, but I was also pretty amused by it, so I let it go and jumped off the bed, making the boy trip on his feet as he tried to back away from me.

"What's your name?" I asked while helping him up.

"Aster... J-Just Aster... I-I don't know what my last name is," He replied.

"That's a cool name. My name is Cyrus. Nice to meet you... Is there any reason why you came here?" I asked while scrolling through my status.

"Y-Yes... I came here for a very specific question, and please don't hit me if you don't like it," He said, and my face kind of shifted upon hearing his words.

I see... so not all of these kids were abandoned at birth.

"Go ahead, I won't hit you even if you insult me... well, we'll see. It depends on the severity of your question," I chuckled, and it made the boy warm up a bit more as he gained some more confidence.

"Does hitting somebody feel good...?"

His pale gray eyes felt like they were staring into my soul, and with each tick of the clock beside us, I could feel some sort of aura emanating from the boy.

I've encountered... a monster.