Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 132. The Kaelan I Know is Rich in Tricks And Wit

Damian smirked, activating [Shadow Step] to teleport out of its path.

The Minotaur's charge slammed into the Golem instead, the impact sending shards of rock flying. But the Golem retaliated with a powerful stomp, shaking the ground and destabilizing the Minotaur's footing.

[Earthquake Stomp]

[Flameborne Minotaur] took 790 damage!

"Nice work, big guy," Damian called out to the Golem before turning his attention to the Wraith. The Voidstalker Wraith was attempting to break free of the Serpent's binding coils, its shadowy form flickering as it lashed out with tendrils of dark energy.

[Shadow Rift]

[Spectral Serpent] took 600 damage!

Damian grimaced, realizing the Wraith wasn't going down easily. "Alright, let's even the odds," he muttered, summoning a swirling rift of his own. The air around him darkened as he tore open a rift in space, unstable arcane energy crackling within.

[Void Rift]

[Voidstalker Wraith] took 520 damage!

[Voidstalker Wraith] slowed by 30%!

The Wraith let out an unearthly screech as the rift's gravitational pull slowed its movements, giving the Serpent an opening to tighten its grip. Damian capitalized on the moment, firing an [Arcane Bolt] at the Wraith, the chain lightning effect jumping between the shadowy tendrils.

[Arcane Bolt]

[Voidstalker Wraith] took 670 damage!

The Wraith recoiled, its form flickering as it struggled to maintain cohesion. Damian moved in closer, activating [Spectral Surge] to close the gap in an instant.

With his enhanced speed, Damian landed a series of precise strikes, his movements creating afterimages that confused the Wraith further.

[Voidstalker Wraith] took 450 damage!

"Stay down!" Damian growled, summoning a final [Dark Bolt] to finish the job. The bolt struck the Wraith's core, the burst of shadow energy tearing through its unstable form.

[Voidstalker Wraith] took 1,080 damage!

[Voidstalker Wraith Defeated!]

As the Wraith dissolved into nothingness, Damian turned his attention back to the Minotaur. The Golem was holding its ground, but cracks were spreading across its rocky exterior from the relentless attacks.

"Golem, fall back!" Damian commanded, stepping into the fray himself. The Minotaur roared, molten cracks glowing across its body as it prepared another charge. But Damian was ready.

He activated [Dark Dominion], a shadowy aura erupting around him and spreading across the battlefield. The oppressive energy caused the Minotaur to falter, its movements slowing as the aura's effects took hold.

[Dark Dominion]

[Enemies within 30 meters take 60% damage per second and are inflicted with Terror.]

[Flameborne Minotaur] took 920 damage!

The Minotaur roared in defiance, but Damian didn't give it a chance to recover. Summoning another [Hellfire Spear], he launched it directly into the creature's chest, the flames exploding on impact.

[Hellfire Spear]

[Flameborne Minotaur] took 1,200 damage!

"Almost there," Damian muttered, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. He dashed forward, his afterimages surrounding the Minotaur as he landed a flurry of quick strikes.

[Flameborne Minotaur] took 450 damage!

The creature staggered, its molten aura flickering as its strength waned. Damian summoned one final [Hellfire Spear], the flames blazing brighter than ever as he poured the last of his Mana into the attack.

"This is for making me break a sweat," he growled, hurling the spear with all his might. It struck the Minotaur's core, the flames consuming it entirely as it let out a final, earth-shaking roar.

[Flameborne Minotaur Defeated!]

Damian exhaled, wiping the sweat from his brow as the battlefield finally fell silent. "Not bad," he muttered, glancing at the smoldering remains of his opponents. "Guess I'm not as rusty as I thought."

From the edge of the room, Cassius clapped slowly, his expression unreadable. "You're still alive," he said. "That's something."

Damian grinned, his aching body overshadowed by the satisfaction of victory. "Told you I was fine. Now, what's next?"

Cassius shrugged, his calm demeanor completely unfazed by the chaos of the room. "Dunno. You should ask the summoning formation, not me."

Before Damian could retort, the summoning circle glowed brighter than ever. The air in the room thickened, the oppressive weight of high-level magic pressing down on him. His grin faded as a towering figure began to emerge from the portal.

The creature stepped fully into the room, its presence radiating power. It was massive, easily twice the size of the Flameborne Minotaur, with dark, spiked armor that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light. Its red, glowing eyes locked onto Damian, and a guttural growl rumbled from its throat.

[Monster Summoned!]

Abyssal Titan

Level: 100

HP: 15,000/15,000

MP: 700/700

Skills: [Abyssal Strike], [Void Eruption], [Titan's Endurance]

Weakness: Unknown

Damian grimaced, instinctively taking a step back. "Uh… Cas, is this too early for me? I mean, I'm still a rank C warlock. This thing is level 100."

He tried to calm his racing heart, taking deep breaths, but it wasn't working. He knew the gap between a level 100 monster and himself was insurmountable. Rank C? He might as well be a rankless fledgling for all the good it would do here.

Meanwhile, Cassius, unbothered as usual, flicked his wrist, and a comfortable armchair appeared out of nowhere. He sat down, crossing his legs casually. A shadow servant materialized beside him, placing a cup of tea on a small table that had also appeared. He picked up the cup and took a slow, deliberate sip, his calm gaze fixed on Damian.

"A rank E warlock couldn't beat a rank A warlock either," Cassius said, his voice calm, as if they weren't in the same room as a monstrous titan. "But three days ago, you managed to do it. You even made it to rank C because of it. So, no, I don't think this is a big deal."

Damian's frustration bubbled to the surface. He threw his hands up in disbelief. "This is a big deal! Also, why do you suddenly have tea? You should be more worried about me! What kind of mentor are you?"

Cassius lowered his teacup, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "If you were just Damian, only Damian, I might be more worried. But you're not. You've regained part of your memory. You're no longer a fledgling warlock stumbling through the dark. While you might not be as strong as before, you've retained the intelligence that belongs to Kaelan. And the Kaelan I know is rich in tricks and wit. I believe you can handle this."