Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 141: Babysitting on Steroids

Warlock Ch 141. Babysitting on Steroids

"Great," he grumbled, his focus split between dodging attacks and preparing his next spell. "This is exactly what I needed today."

Cassius's voice rang out from behind him, calm and smug as ever. "You're doing fine, but I'd hurry if I were you."

Damian spared a quick glance at his so-called mentor. "What are you talking about now?" Damian snapped, his tone strained as he deflected a swipe from an Agile Wraith.

Cassius gestured lazily toward the portal, the dark swirling vortex still active in the center of the room. "The summoning portal," he explained casually, "will remain open for another five minutes. So, you know, there might be a few more joining the fun."

"What?!" Damian whipped his head toward the portal just in time to see two more shadows emerge—both Stalker Phantoms.

Damian's eye twitched as he fought to keep his composure. "CASSIUSSS!!" he roared, his voice echoing through the hall.

Cassius sipped his tea calmly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You asked for shadow servants, remember? Consider this a learning experience."

For the next half hour that felt like an eternity, Damian fought the shadows, the room a chaotic blur of motion and noise. Every time he eliminated one, two more seemed to leap from the dark portal, their erratic movements testing every ounce of his focus. He summoned Fenrith and Bloodwing Raven to assist him—their agility proving invaluable against the slippery shadows. Fenrith's [Void Howl] sent rippling waves of disorientation through the swarm, while Bloodwing Raven's [Bloodstorm] scattered clusters of shadows like leaves in a storm.

But still, it wasn't enough to make it easy. The shadows darted and leapt, their manic energy like a sugar rush gone horribly wrong. They tugged at his hair, tripped him up, and occasionally swiped at his legs or arms, their mischievous giggles grating on his nerves. The portal spawned more every few seconds—always two, sometimes three—and Damian was barely keeping up.

By the time he finally subdued them all and completed the pacts, sweat dripped from his brow and his muscles screamed for rest.

Cassius, of course, wasn't done.

"Well done," Cassius said, his tone far too casual for someone who had just orchestrated a half-hour nightmare. "You handled that… adequately."

"Adequately?" Damian barked, his voice hoarse. He gestured to his dirt-smeared clothes, his disheveled hair sticking in every direction. "I just wrangled a horde of shadows that acted like caffeinated ferrets, and all you've got is 'adequate'?"

Cassius smiled faintly. "It's important to keep your standards high."

Damian shot him a glare. "Standards? Cas, that portal was spawning new shadows every thirty seconds! This wasn't training—it was babysitting on steroids."

"And yet, you managed," Cassius said with an infuriatingly calm shrug. "Now, about that pact. You've got your shadows. Congratulations," he said, his tone almost bored. "You've passed the second part of today's training."

Damian blinked at him, his hands still braced on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. "Second part? You mean that wasn't it?"

Cassius smirked, gesturing lazily toward the summoning circle. "We're just getting started."

A few hours later, after another intense training, Damian slumped into a chair in the study, his clothes dirty, his hair a tangled mess, and his face set in a permanent scowl. He looked like an overworked parent who'd been wrangling eight unruly toddlers all day.

Name: Damian Blackthorn

Age: 23

Class: Warlock of Eternal Bonds

Rank: B

Level: 74

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Partners: Evelyn Windward (Witch)

Servants: Fenrith (Three-Headed Wolf), Bloodwing Raven (Blood Raven), Stoneback Golem (Earth Golem), Spectral Serpent (Ghost Snake), Shadow Minion, Mischievous Shade, Agile Wraith, Stalker Phantom

Stats:

Mana Power: S+

Stamina: A

Endurance: A

Strength: S

Agility: S

Magic Affinity: S

XP: 8903/80,000

Bond Points: 7

Cassius, meanwhile, was the picture of calm as he placed an imposing stack of books on the table in front of Damian. The tower of tomes loomed over him, mocking him with their sheer volume.

"Right," Cassius said, patting the top of the stack. "This is your homework. I expect you to read it all by tomorrow."

Damian stared at the books, his eye twitching. "What the heck? You've got to be kidding me."

Cassius arched an eyebrow. "Do I look like I'm kidding?"

Damian gestured wildly at the stack. "This is insane! I just spent the last hour fighting literal living shadows, and now you want me to—what? Read the Encyclopedia of Magical Torture?"

Cassius shrugged. "You're the one who wants to help Victoria, remember? If you're going to face Varak and his faction, you need to be prepared. That includes knowledge."

Damian groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. "I already know this stuff! I'm a reborn warlock, for crying out loud. Or have you forgotten the whole 'Kaelan Voidweaver' thing?"

"Your memories are fragmented," Cassius pointed out calmly. "You might recall bits and pieces, but there's still plenty you've forgotten—or haven't unlocked yet. These books will help."

Damian slumped in his chair, glaring at the stack as if he could make it disappear. "I'm dead… I'm so dead… Even before the mission…"

Cassius smirked faintly. "Consider it multitasking. Besides, you need the basics refreshed. It's been centuries since you've been in the field properly."

"Centuries for Kaelan," Damian shot back. "I've only been alive for twenty-three years."

Cassius ignored him, his expression unreadable. "If you don't want to be blindsided by rogue factions—or Victoria—you'll read those books. Or do you want to walk into this unprepared?"

Damian opened his mouth to retort but stopped. Cassius had a point, damn him!

As much as Damian hated to admit it, he did need to be ready. And if these books held the answers he needed, he couldn't afford to slack off.

Damian groaned, running a hand through his hair. "When do I actually get to do something instead of slogging through your boot camp of horror?" he muttered.

Cassius smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "This 'boot camp,' as you call it, is what's keeping you alive, Damian."

Damian jabbed a finger at the books. "At least spread it out over a week! Give me some time to, I don't know, sleep?"