Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Chapter 70: The Life You’ve Always Wanted

Warlock Ch 70. The Life You've Always Wanted

Cassius regarded him in silence, his expression calm and unreadable as ever, but there was something… something like a shadow lurking in his gaze. Damian couldn't place it—was it hesitation? Regret? Or maybe something even deeper, a piece of a truth Cassius didn't want to share. For a split second, Damian thought maybe, just maybe, he'd finally get some real answers.

But then Cassius sighed, breaking the tension. "I'm sick of keeping you in the dark too, Damian," he said softly, his voice oddly resigned. "But... I have to. This might be the best way to give you the life you've always wanted. What I do, what I teach you, it's all to help you protect yourself. That's it."

Damian's jaw clenched as he took in Cassius's words. It sounded noble, but to him, it just felt like another excuse. He stayed quiet, letting his anger settle into something sharper, more controlled, his mouth twisting into a sarcastic smirk.

"So, you do know me from before all this," Damian said, the accusation thick in his voice.

"Yes and no," Cassius replied with maddening calm.

Damian let out a bitter laugh, cutting through the silence. "Liar."

"I'm not lying," Cassius shot back, his gaze steady. "I know you, Damian. But I also don't know you. If I had all the answers, I'd give them to you. We wouldn't be having this conversation."

Damian frowned, his frustration deepening. Cassius's words only made things murkier, like he was dangling pieces of a puzzle Damian could barely see. "So, what? You're saying there's some part of me you don't know, or some part of you I'm missing?"

Cassius nodded, his expression unreadable. "Maybe both. Or maybe it's something neither of us understands yet."

Damian gritted his teeth, his anger bubbling up, but Cassius didn't seem fazed. He just looked at Damian with that same unreadable gaze.

"Enough talk," Cassius said firmly. "We've wasted enough time on questions without answers. Let's get back to training. We're not stopping until lunchtime, and even then, we'll pick right back up after. I've stocked enough Mana Potions to keep you going until sundown, so be prepared to push yourself."

Damian scoffed, crossing his arms defiantly. "Right… And just how hard do you plan on pushing me? Until I collapse?"

Cassius's eyes glinted, his mouth quirking up in the faintest of smiles. "If that's what it takes. I'm here to make sure you learn to squeeze every ounce of potential from that Mana of yours."

The challenge was obvious, and Damian felt a thrill of defiance rise up in him. Fine, if Cassius wanted to push him to his limits, then he'd see just how far Damian could go.

"Alright then," Damian said with a smirk, rolling his shoulders. "Let's see if I can survive this."

And so it began. For hours on end, Damian pushed himself to the brink, training relentlessly in that secluded place under Cassius's watchful eye. Every ounce of energy he had, he poured into each movement, every strike, every skill. The intensity was grueling, pushing him past what he thought were his limits and then even further. There were moments—far too many—when he was sure he'd collapse, maybe even pass out from the strain, his vision blurring as he gave everything he had.

But after one Mana Potion, he always managed to back on his feet to face yet another wave of attacks. And while his muscles ached, his heart hammered, and his head spun with fatigue, something strange was happening, something he couldn't quite explain.

At first, it was subtle. Damian noticed his reactions were getting faster, sharper. His mind didn't have to think so much; instead, his body seemed to know what to do. It was as if each movement, each strike, was burned into his muscle memory, guiding him in ways that felt instinctive. Every time Cassius switched tactics, Damian was quicker to adapt, his body flowing almost on its own.

Somehow, he was remembering things before he even consciously realized it. He knew exactly which spells to cast, what kind of energy to harness, and how to pull his Mana through himself, channeling it with precision. And the weirdest part? It wasn't just his own moves; he somehow knew what Fenrith should be doing too. It felt strange, almost like… like he was pulling from memories that weren't really his. But it didn't matter. What mattered was that it was working.

Despite the relentless pace, he never fainted. Oh, he came close more than once, but each time he felt himself reaching that point, Cassius handed him another Mana Potion, letting its energy surge through him, his body jolting back to life. The fatigue was there, but the potions kept him going, pushing through exhaustion into something else—something more.

Cassius wasn't one for words, but Damian could tell he was watching, measuring every ounce of progress, every improvement Damian managed. And the more Damian trained, the more he felt something stirring in him, something that felt like a skill, a power just out of reach.

The training kept going, but now Damian's opponent wasn't one of Cassius's servants—it was Cassius himself. This wasn't a duel; Cassius wanted to see how Damian could handle fighting someone way stronger than him. Honestly, it sounded ridiculous to Damian, but he knew it was necessary if he wanted to survive.

Cassius threw a brutal combination at him—three quick bursts of flame, followed by a vicious wave of dark energy that twisted through the air like a whip. Damian's instincts kicked in. Instead of dodging normally, he stood his ground, pulling from the strange new energy that had been building within him all day.

Without thinking, he activated it.

A rush of power exploded from within him, flooding his body, making his movements sharp and lightning-fast. His whole body seemed to hum with spectral energy, his vision sharpening as his surroundings blurred. Damian felt like he was moving in two worlds at once, every motion leaving a ghostly trail that he could see but couldn't quite explain.

Cassius' attack missed, swiping right through one of those ghostly trails, and for a moment, Damian almost laughed. He felt invincible, his movements fluid and precise as he dodged, countered, and re-positioned with impossible speed.

[New Skill Unlocked!]

[Spectral Surge Lv. 1: Harnesses spectral energy to boost speed, strength, and reflexes by 15%. Movements leave a ghostly trail, confusing enemies and allowing for quick repositioning. Duration: 10 minutes. Cooldown: 30 seconds.]