Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 364. Suicidal Training [Part 1]

The two summoning crystals, still pulsing faintly in their magic circles, suddenly flared brighter—like heartbeats accelerating into a panic. A second later, their light turned blinding, pulsing so hard it sent thin cracks spiraling through the summoning stones.

"No way," she whispered, stepping back instinctively.

The air in the room grew thick again, charged with volatile mana. The summoning runes blazed brighter, and in the span of two heartbeats—

Five new monsters emerged from the haze. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Five Razorhide Cerberians leapt into the chamber with snarling growls, acid dripping from their jaws and their eyes burning blue with summoned fury. Their three heads barked and twisted wildly, pawing at the ground like beasts already mid-hunt.

And right behind them, lumbering forward, were another five Thornmaw Goliaths, their bodies crackling with bark-like armor and molten energy. Ten monsters. Ten high-level summons. All at once.

Selena could barely process what she was seeing.

Damian, still catching his breath, just glanced at the wave.

"Another wave already?" he muttered under his breath, voice strangely calm. Not annoyed. Not panicked. Just… resigned.

Selena stared, absolutely stunned.

'Training with one summoning crystal was already considered excessive.' She had tried it once in her life—once—and it left her on the floor, vomiting mana and barely conscious. But two crystals? Back-to-back? This was beyond reckless.

It was suicidal.

And yet...

Damian didn't waver.

He stood tall.

No backup. No servants. No Cassius. He didn't even have a shield equipped. Just his coat flaring behind him like a dark halo and that look in his eyes—the one that made it feel like he already knew how this would end.

The Cerberians pounced.

Damian reacted instantly.

His fingers snapped through the air.

[Dark Chains]

Chains of void surged from the floor, wrapping around the first four Cerberians mid-leap, dragging them down into the stone like weighted anchors. The beasts howled and struggled, but their power visibly dropped.

Four down.

Six to go.

The other Cerberian got close—too close—and launched a stream of acidic flame toward him.

[Shadow Step]

He vanished in a burst of dark smoke and reappeared behind it. A pulse of Terror radiated from his arrival point, and the monster staggered, yelping.

Damian raised a hand.

[Hellfire Spear]

A spear of flame and corrosion burst into existence in his grip. With a twist, he hurled it directly into the beast's central skull. The explosion that followed sent a wave of heat through the chamber, shaking the very walls.

Selena gasped.

The monster's body shattered.

One down. Nine to go.

And Damian—Damian looked like he was just getting started.

The Goliaths stomped forward now, their massive fists glowing molten red.

[Spectral Surge]

Damian's form blurred, then tripled, afterimages of himself flashing around the chamber as he moved at impossible speeds. He zigzagged across the field, his spear slicing through vines and bark, tearing into the beasts before they could pin him.

The chains holding the first wave finally cracked. The Cerberians freed themselves—but Damian was already mid-spell.

[Dark Dominion]

A pulse of darkness exploded outward from him, forming an aura that drowned the chamber in oppressive mana. The Cerberians skidded to a halt. Their howls turned to whimpers.

Terror.

Real, soul-deep terror.

Selena could feel it from the upper level. Her heart was pounding, her legs shaking—and the aura wasn't even aimed at her.

What kind of training was this?

What kind of person was Damian becoming?

One of the Goliaths tried to smash him from behind.

He spun.

[Void Rift]

A swirling rift tore open behind him, dragging the Goliath in like a black hole. Its movement slowed drastically, its bark splintering under the void pressure.

[Shadow Inferno Strike]

Damian burst forward in a streak of black and red flame, crashing into the beast with a devastating explosion. The Goliath's body didn't just fall—it disintegrated into flaming ash.

Selena couldn't breathe.

He was—

Beautiful.

Terrifying.

Flawless.

And utterly alone in a room filled with monsters.

No hesitation. No doubts. Just... focus.

Damian pivoted, muttering something under his breath.

[Curse of Agony]

Chains of cursed energy slammed into two more Cerberians, slowing them, draining them, the magic twisting around their limbs like poison.

[Blood Manipulation]

He raised a hand, and with a slow, deliberate gesture, the blood of the Cerberians began to tremble.

Selena's eyes widened.

The blood in their bodies... moved.

It squirmed under their skin, pulsing, writhing—then burst. Not outwards, but inwards. The Cerberians screamed—then collapsed, blood erupting in a crimson shockwave that damaged the Goliath standing beside them.

[Bloodwell Surge]

The fallen beasts' blood rose like mist, drawn into Damian's body, restoring his wounds instantly. His torn skin reknit. His shallow breath steadied.

It was monstrous.

And yet it was him.

Selena's legs finally gave out. She knelt behind the railing, heart racing.

She didn't know how long she stayed there. Watching. Listening. Holding her breath.

And still, he kept going.

More spells.

More counters.

More enemies downed, one after another, like he was caught in a loop of destruction and control.

It was like...

He was trying to bury something.

Selena's eyes softened.

"No," she whispered. "Not trying to win..."

He was trying to bleed something out.

To erase something from himself.

All this power. All this control. All this magic wasn't about growth or mastery.

It was survival.

It was therapy.

It was punishment.

The final Goliath fell with a massive impact that rocked the entire chamber. Damian stood there, surrounded by ash and scattered remains, his body drenched in sweat, his breath ragged.

Selena rose slowly, walking toward the barrier.

The shadow servant stepped slightly forward but didn't stop her. She didn't cross the line.

She just watched.

And for the first time...

Damian noticed her.

He turned, startled, and for a moment, the mask cracked. Just a little.

"…Princess?" His voice was hoarse.

Selena looked at the devastation behind him. The blood. The void-scorched walls.

And then she looked at him—really looked.

Eyes full of weight. Shoulders bearing more than she could guess.

"I…" she hesitated, then smiled gently. "I just wanted to understand you better."

Damian blinked, as if unsure how to respond.

Selena didn't push further.

She just stood there—outside the barrier.

And for now, that was enough.