Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 281: You Didn’t Know My Name?

Warlock Ch 281. You Didn't Know My Name?

Damian couldn't help but chuckle. "Righteous instinct? That's a new one."

Selena gave him a pointed look. "Oh, don't worry. I've also heard that you're unpredictable and a bit reckless."

Damian smirked. "Now that sounds more like me."

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She sighed. "Figures."

He tilted his head. "But if I'm so 'famous,' why didn't you know my name before?"

Selena shrugged. "They only ever called you 'Cassius' apprentice,' not your actual name."

Damian cringed, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Cassius' apprentice, huh? Not even a name. Just a title.' He felt like complaining, but—hell, wasn't this better? If his name wasn't widely known, it meant fewer people digging into his past. That was a good thing. Right?

"Well," he muttered, "isn't that just fantastic."

Selena smirked. "What? You wanted to be famous?"

"Not particularly." He sighed dramatically. "But, you know, a little name recognition wouldn't hurt."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Cry me a river."

Damian smirked, placing a hand on his chest in mock hurt. "Ouch. So cold, Princess. And here I was, thinking we were starting to bond."

Selena crossed her arms, tilting her head. "I don't bond with rogues."

He let out a short laugh. "Yet you picked me over every other participant here."

She scoffed. "I already told you why."

"Oh yeah?" He leaned in slightly, his gaze playful but piercing. "And you're sure that's the only reason? No secret admiration? No fluttering heart when you saw me in action?"

Selena's expression remained unreadable, but there was the slightest twitch in her brow. "Do you want me to fall for you that badly?"

Damian grinned. "I mean, I wouldn't mind."

Selena exhaled sharply through her nose, clearly trying to suppress either laughter or exasperation. "You're impossible."

"And yet, here we are," he repeated smoothly, spreading his arms. "Stuck together. Fate is funny like that."

She gave him a long, unreadable look before shaking her head. "You really don't act like a normal warlock."

He grinned. "That's because I'm not."

For a split second, her gaze flickered with something—curiosity, maybe even recognition—but she masked it quickly. "Well, I hope you at least live up to your reputation."

Damian smirked. "Oh, don't worry, Princess. I never disappoint."

Selena sighed, rubbing her temples. "Okay, so what should we do next? Walking around is dangerous, but waiting here is just as bad. The door still hasn't opened."

Damian's smirk faded slightly as he surveyed their surroundings. The labyrinth walls, shifting and pulsing as if they were alive, seemed to press in closer. They'd already fought enough monsters and gathered enough sigils to pass, but the exit would only open once half the contestants were eliminated. That meant…

"We're at a standstill," Damian muttered. "We've done everything we need to, but we can't advance until enough people are out."

Selena frowned. "Which means either we wait… or we make sure more contestants get eliminated."

Damian's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Oh? Is the noble princess suggesting we speed things along? I don't mind. I love playing around with people."

"I'm suggesting we don't sit here like helpless targets," she corrected sharply. "If we stay still, we're at a disadvantage."

He stretched his arms lazily. "Fine. So we make a move. But where to? Deeper into the labyrinth, or do we find some unlucky competitors and—" he mimed slashing his throat.

Selena gave him a flat look. "You enjoy this too much."

Damian grinned. "Maybe."

Selena shook her head. "We go deeper. We don't waste energy fighting unnecessary battles."

"Boring," Damian drawled. "But fine. Deeper we go."

They began moving cautiously through the ever-shifting corridors, their footsteps barely making a sound against the eerie stone floor. Damian could sense Selena's tension—her shoulders were stiff, her fingers twitching slightly, ready to summon magic at a moment's notice.

"You're too tense," he murmured. "Relax a little."

She shot him a glare. "Relax? We're in the middle of a death trap."

"Yes, and panicking will only make you sloppy," he countered. "You were more composed when we were fighting."

"That's because I had to be," she said through gritted teeth.

He smirked. "And now you don't?"

She sighed. "I don't trust this place."

"Good. You shouldn't." Damian's tone was unusually serious. "Labyrinths like these? They don't just test skill. They test endurance, instincts… and patience."

Selena exhaled. "So what, we just keep walking and hope we're not the next ones targeted?"

Damian glanced at her. "Hope? No. We make sure we're not the next ones targeted."

Selena frowned. "How---"

Before Selena could question him further, the distant sound of footsteps grew louder. Two figures approached cautiously from the labyrinth's dimly lit corridors. Contestants. And judging by their posture—low, hesitant, hands near their weapons—they weren't just passing by.

"They're scouting for prey," Damian whispered, barely moving his lips. "Checking if we're weak enough to take down."

Selena kept her gaze forward but her hand twitched slightly, ready to summon magic. "And what do you want to do?"

Damian grinned. "Let me show you."

Without warning, he stepped forward, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off tension. The second the contestants locked eyes with him, he let his expression shift—his casual smirk turning into something wild, unhinged.

"Well, well," Damian drawled, dragging out his words, his voice low and predatory. "What do we have here?"

The contestants stiffened.

One of them, a wiry man with daggers strapped to his thighs, narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

Damian tilted his head, his grin widening. "Me?" His voice took on a playful, mocking tone. "Oh, just a warlock who really needs some sigils." He let out a chuckle—low at first, then building into a full-blown manic laugh. His head tipped back as if he were drunk on bloodlust.

The second contestant, a broad-shouldered man gripping a staff, took an uneasy step back. "You're lying."

Damian's grin sharpened. "Am I?"

Selena watched silently, barely moving. She had seen many types of warlocks before. Those who were strategic, those who were power-hungry, and those who were reckless. But Damian? Right now, he was playing them. And she wasn't sure if she was more impressed or disturbed.