Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 140: Kindergarten Class

Warlock Ch 140. Kindergarten Class

Cassius stood, brushing invisible dust from his coat. "Well, now that I've successfully pushed your buttons, we should get back to training."

Damian groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

"Yet you are here with me," Cassius said, his smirk widening, repeating Damian's answer.

"Ugh!" Damian grunted.

Cassius and Damian made their way back to the training hall. Cassius walked ahead, his steps calm and deliberate, while Damian followed, rolling his shoulders and flexing his fingers in preparation.

"You owe me a summoning session," Damian reminded, his voice tinged with both excitement and wariness.

Cassius stopped in the center of the hall and turned to face him, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "And I always pay my debts."

From the folds of his coat, Cassius let out a small, dark bottle. The glass shimmered faintly, as though shadows danced just beneath its surface. Damian's eyes narrowed as he studied the potion. It was an Obsidian Whisper, a spectral, misty potion that opened a portal to the shadow plane, allowing shadow beings to cross into this world.

"You want shadow servants, right?" Cassius asked, his tone casual but with a hint of mischief. "Well, let's see how you handle them."

Before Damian could respond, Cassius uncorked the bottle and poured its contents onto the floor. The liquid spread out unnaturally, forming intricate, glowing runes in the shape of a summoning circle. The air around them grew heavier, colder, as a portal began to form in the center of the circle. It was dark—darker than any shadow Damian had ever seen—its edges swirling with chaotic energy.

From the portal emerged figures, one after another, each moving with unnerving speed. The shadows poured out in droves, their forms amorphous and flickering like living silhouettes. They moved erratically, darting across the floor and walls, their movements almost playful. Yet there was an edge to their presence, a restless energy that hinted at mischief—or worse.

[Shadows Summoned!]

Shadow Minion (Level 3)

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Mischievous Shade (Level 7)

Agile Wraith (Level 10)

Stalker Phantom (Level 15)

Damian's eyes widened as he counted the shadows—more than a dozen, each one moving independently. They were small, fast, and annoyingly difficult to track, their forms blending seamlessly into the dark corners of the room.

Cassius's smirk grew as he watched Damian's reaction. "There. Happy?"

"Khh!" Damian grunted, swatting at the small shadow clinging to his head like an overly excited squirrel. Its dark, featureless form chittered in a soundless laugh as it tugged on his hair. Another darted around his legs, weaving through his stance so quickly it almost tripped him.

A dozen more shadows flitted about the training hall, moving with impossible speed and agility. They climbed the walls, disappeared into the faintest traces of darkness, and reemerged to pull at his coat or poke at his sides.

"Cassius!" Damian shouted, his voice a mix of irritation and desperation. "When I said I wanted shadow servants, I didn't mean this! What am I supposed to do with a whole swarm of these… these gremlins?!"

Cassius, sitting comfortably in a conjured chair that looked far too regal for the chaos unfolding around him, smirked as he crossed one leg over the other. "You wanted shadows, and now you have them. Congratulations."

Damian groaned, his hands moving in rapid gestures to ward off the tiny pests. "I wanted one or two. Not a freaking kindergarten class!"

Cassius tilted his head and moved to sit in his chair, folding his legs comfortably. "So this time, the great Kaelan Voidweaver is complaining about a few low-level shadows?"

Damian swatted at the shadow tugging his hair, glaring at Cassius. "Kaelan Voidweaver wouldn't complain about this because he had half a dozen area-of-effect skills that could clear this hall in seconds. But Damian Blackthorn—" he gestured to himself, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "—is a rank C warlock with two AoE skills. Two. And, as I recall, rank C warlocks are normally given, what, three shadows max for one battle?"

Cassius shrugged indifferently, his expression unreadable. "You asked for shadow servants. I assumed you were ready for this."

Damian clicked his tongue in annoyance, his sharp gaze tracking the shadows as they darted around the room. One shadow, an Agile Wraith, darted close, swiping at him with claw-like appendages before disappearing into a nearby wall. Another, a Mischievous Shade, jumped onto his back, its form shifting to wrap around his torso like a living scarf. Their annoying laugh echoed, and it only pissed Damian off even more.

"You little—" Damian muttered, grabbing at the shade as it giggled—a faint, ethereal sound that only made his frustration grow. He managed to pull it off, tossing it to the ground, where it melded seamlessly with the floor and disappeared.

More shadows circled him now, their movements erratic but coordinated enough to be a challenge. Damian activated his [Spectral Surge], the familiar rush of energy coursing through him, boosting his speed and reflexes.

[Spectral Surge Activated!]

[Speed, strength, and reflexes increased by 50%. Afterimages confuse enemies. Duration: 18 minutes.]

With his enhanced speed, Damian darted to the side, avoiding an attack from a Stalker Phantom as it lunged at him. His movements created blurred afterimages, making it harder for the shadows to land a hit. Even so, their numbers and speed kept him on edge.

"Fine," Damian muttered through gritted teeth. "If this is the game, I'll play."

He darted forward, the energy from [Spectral Surge] humming through his veins. His movements blurred, leaving afterimages that confused the shadows closing in on him. A Mischievous Shade lunged at him, its shadowy claws aimed at his face. Damian twisted mid-step, dodging the attack, and countered with a well-placed [Dark Bolt].

[Mischievous Shade] took 210 damage!

[Critical Hit!]

[Mischievous Shade has been defeated!]

The shadow dispersed with a faint hiss, its form disintegrating into wisps of darkness. Damian barely had time to enjoy the small victory before three more shadows swarmed him, their chaotic movements forcing him to stay on the defensive.