Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 314: A Title in Blood

Warlock Ch 314. A Title in Blood

Tension crackled in the air. The moment pressed down on the arena, on everyone watching, on everyone waiting. The council, caught between their desperation to maintain control and the situation, hesitated.

And then one of them stepped forward.

An older man, his robes heavy with insignia, cleared his throat. "Arguing like this, in front of the audience who is waiting for news of their friends or family's safety, is a very bad idea." His tone was measured, carefully neutral, but his gaze was anything but. "What if we wait for the other senators to arrive and let them make the decision?" he suggested.

A low murmur rippled through the crowd. Some of the examiners nodded, as if that was the logical thing to do.

Aria, however, had other ideas.

She turned sharply, her gaze locking onto the councilman with something that wasn't quite anger, but was close enough to make the air feel colder.

"So you're saying I—" she said, voice low, dangerous "—the strongest sorcerer who rid the world of The Evil One, needs their approval to make a decision as simple as this?"

The councilman flinched.

The others curled inward, avoiding her gaze.

Damian, standing there witnessing the whole disaster unfold, pressed his lips together.

'How about trying not to bring my past into this?' he thought. 'Have mercy on that dead guy, will you?' he cringed.

Of course, that only made things worse.

Because the thing inside him—the demon king that had never quite left—chose that exact moment to start laughing.

'Damn this is hilarious!'

Damian internally groaned, his head throbbing. 'Shut up!'

The laughter echoed in his mind, mocking, amused.

Aria turned her attention back to the crowd.

She didn't wait for the council to argue further. Didn't give them a chance.

Her hands began to glow, and impossibly strong magic rippled through the air as she spoke.

"This year's exam has taken many lives," she said, her voice carrying through the arena like a bell tolling in a silent temple. "If I didn't announce the winner, it would be disrespectful to the ones who gave everything and died in the middle of this exam."

Aria turned to Damian, her expression unreadable. "Now," she said, pointing toward the stage, "go to the stage."

Damian stared at her for a moment before exhaling heavily.

"Right," he muttered. "Of course."

He moved.

His steps felt heavier than before, but at least his body wasn't falling apart anymore thanks to the elixir.

The stage was a circular platform, slightly raised, standing above the arena floor.

A magic formation was carved into the stone beneath it. Ancient runes etched into the surface hummed softly, waiting.

Aria stepped forward, raising her hand toward the formation.

It was supposed to be activated by four council members, each placing their magic into the runes to officially recognize the S-rank title.

But no one moved.

Damian, half-expecting it at this point, wasn't even surprised.

The council members stayed frozen, standing there like statues, their expressions ranging from displeased to downright uncomfortable.

Aria, watching them closely, let out a low, exasperated breath.

She muttered, just loud enough for Damian to hear. "Rotten as always…"

Then, without hesitation, she raised both hands, and the magic formation beneath Damian lit up like the sun.

It was supposed to take four powerful mages to activate it.

Aria did it alone and effortlessly.

The magic circle exploded with light. A deep, resonating hum filled the arena as ancient symbols burned to life beneath Damian's feet. The sheer force of the activation sent a wave of energy rippling outward, making the very air vibrate with power.

Damian barely had time to process the surge of magic wrapping around him, sinking into his bones. It wasn't just activating—it was recognizing him.

A familiar flicker in his vision.

[Congratulations! You have obtained the Rank S title!]

[You now have access to every skill you are capable of creating.]

Damian's breath hitched. 'Every skill?' It was like in the past then.

Before he could even fully grasp the implications, the crowd reacted.

Some gasped, some cheered, others whispered furiously among themselves. The weight of an S-rank title wasn't something given lightly. It was a statement.

It was power and influence.

And not everyone was happy about it.

The councilmen, in particular, looked like they had just swallowed poison.

Their faces twisted into barely contained displeasure, but Damian saw it.

The one on the far left—the one who had been the loudest opponent against Aria's decision—his fingers twitched.

Subtle.

A movement so small that most wouldn't have caught it.

But Cassius did.

From the stands, Cassius' eyes narrowed as he felt the subtle shift in energy. A quiet, concealed spell forming.

An attempt at sabotage.

Before the councilman could even finish, Cassius flicked his wrist.

[Telekinesis]

The councilman froze mid-motion, his entire body locking up unnaturally. His mouth opened in a silent snarl, but he couldn't move, couldn't disrupt the spell, couldn't do anything.

From the stands, Cassius didn't move a muscle.

His gaze was trained on the bastard like a predator watching prey.

The councilman's eyes flickered wildly, his mind catching up to what was happening. He wasn't an idiot. He knew exactly who was interfering.

With a sharp glare, he forced his own magic outward.

[Dispel]

Cassius' hold shattered, his telekinetic force breaking apart.

But Cassius didn't flinch.

Instead, he raised his fingers again, and before the councilman could even breathe, he was locked in place once more.

The councilman's fury was evident, his face contorting in rage, but this time, when he turned toward Cassius.

Cassius was already looking at him. And the look he gave wasn't amusement. It wasn't smugness, but a promise. A silent, deadly message.

'Try it again, and you'll regret it.'

The councilman didn't move this time.

Didn't even try.

The air around him shivered, his displeasure practically tangible, but Cassius' grip held firm.

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And the ceremony continued without a hitch.