Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 120. Ow, ow, ow!

Once the door clicked shut, Damian let out a breath, his grin fading into a thoughtful expression. His fingers traced the edge of the blanket as his mind drifted back to Malthus. 'Rank A…' The realization hit him again, harder this time. He wasn't ready. Not for opponents like that. Not yet.

But he survived.

His gaze drifted to his hands, his fingers clenching into fists. 'I need to get stronger. Fast.' The memories, the visions, the fragments of his past—they all pointed to something bigger, something he couldn't afford to ignore. And if Malthus was only the beginning, he needed to be ready for whatever came next.

Damian sighed, pulling up his status screen with a flick of his fingers. "Status."

The familiar translucent window appeared before him, its glowing text displaying everything he needed to know.

Name: Damian Blackthorn

Age: 23

Class: Warlock of Eternal Bonds

Rank: C

Level: 60

Partners: Evelyn Windward (Witch)

Servants: Fenrith (Three-Headed Wolf), Bloodwing Raven (Blood Raven) Stoneback Golem (Earth Golem), Spectral Serpent (Ghost Snake)

Stats:

Mana Power: S

Stamina: A

Endurance: A

Strength: S-

Agility: S

Magic Affinity: S-

XP: 832/25,000

Bond Points: 6

[Skills:]

[Dark Bolt Lv. 6: Fires a concentrated blast of dark energy, dealing very high damage and now inflicting Terror status on enemies for 6 seconds, causing them to flee or panic. +70% damage compared to Lv. 1, increased Fear effect duration to 6 seconds, with a higher chance of infliction.]

[Arcane Bolt Lv. 5: Fires a bolt of pure arcane energy that chains between multiple enemies, dealing considerable magical damage to up to 5 targets. Chain lightning effect now strikes up to 5 enemies, increasing damage per chain.]

[Dark Chains Lv. 5: Summons ethereal chains that bind and immobilize enemies within a 25-meter radius, reducing their physical and magical power by 40%. Can bind up to 7 enemies for 12 seconds, with an increased power reduction.]

[Curse of Agony Lv. 5: Inflicts an agonizing curse that deals damage over time, with a chance to decrease enemy movement speed for the duration. Increased damage per second and a slight debuff to enemy speed.]

[Shadow Barrier Lv. 6: Increases shield strength by 90% and absorbs up to 85% of incoming damage. Increased shield strength and duration, providing longer-lasting protection.]

[Dark Dominion Lv. 6: Expands a dark aura around Damian for 30 seconds, dealing 60% more damage per second. Causes Terror to enemies upon activation. Range increased to 30 meters; duration extended to 40 seconds; Fear effect is more potent.]

[Hellfire Spear Lv. 5: Forms a spear of intense, corrosive flame, capable of burning through magical barriers with an increased corrosive effect. Flame and corrosive power increased by 50%, reducing cooldown.]

[Spectral Surge Lv. 5: Boosts speed, strength, and reflexes by 40%, with movements creating multiple afterimages to confuse enemies. Duration extended to 16 minutes, with a 25-second cooldown.]

[Shadow Step Lv. 2: Allows the user to step through shadows, instantly teleporting to a nearby location. Cooldown: 30 seconds.]

Damian studied the numbers and descriptions, a satisfied grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Not bad," he muttered, his tone laced with a hint of pride. "For a newly awakened warlock, this is ridiculously fast progress."

But the grin faded quickly as his thoughts caught up to him. "Still not fast enough," he said under his breath. He flicked the status screen away, staring at his hands as if the answers to his questions were hidden in his palms. "I don't know how long I can keep this under wraps. How long before they figure out who I really am…"

His fingers brushed the amulet hanging around his neck. "And why does the past me want to keep it a secret?" His brow furrowed as he stared at the intricate patterns carved into the amulet.

"Damn it, Kaelan," he muttered to himself. "What the hell were you thinking?"

With a tired groan, he let himself fall back onto the bed, only for pain to spike through his chest and limbs. "Ow, ow, ow!" he hissed, clutching his ribs. "Yep… still hurt."

He laid there for a moment, breathing through the pain, his mind drifting to the past. He remembered something—an ability that had baffled everyone around him, even Cassius. Potion-making. It wasn't something warlocks were supposed to know. Alchemy and potion-making were domains reserved for witches and mages. But Kaelan—no, he—had done it. He had been an anomaly even among the magical elite.

'If I could make potions again, I'd probably bounce back quicker.'

Damian's eyes narrowed as he stared at the ceiling. He was deep in thought. 'It started after I hit rank S,' he thought, piecing the fragments of memory together. 'That's when everything changed. I wasn't just a warlock anymore. I could cast elemental spells like a wizard, brew potions better than a witch, and even heal people like a saint.'

He frowned, the memories turning hazy. The why behind his abilities was still missing, an empty void in the puzzle of his past. 'Did I figure something out? Something no one else did? Or…' His internal voice trailed off as a darker thought crept in. '...did I steal it? Like what Malthus did.'

He pushed it away, shaking his head. "No," he said firmly. "I wouldn't have done that. There's no way…" But the doubt lingered, a whisper at the back of his mind.

He shifted on the bed, wincing as the motion pulled at his injuries. His gaze drifted to the side table, where a small jar of glowing blue paste sat. "Moonveil Poultice," he murmured. He recognized the herbaceous scent. He'd brewed them countless times in the past.

"I was… normal before," Damian said to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just a regular warlock, making my way up like everyone else. But then… I stopped being normal."

He stared at his hands again, flexing his fingers as if he could feel the power that had set him apart. The memory of casting spells that shouldn't have been possible, of performing feats that defied the laws of magic, came rushing back.

"What happened when I reached that rank?" he asked the empty room.

His hand tightened around the pendant. "You know, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and accusing.

But the amulet remained silent, its intricate carvings offering no answers. Damian sighed, his grip loosening. "Guess I'll just have to figure it out the hard way. Fast… Before they catch up to me. Before I lose the people I care about…"