Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 270: A Terrible Influence

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Warlock Ch 270. A Terrible Influence

The sun was setting when Damian finished his training with Cassius. The sky outside bled into deep hues of violet and gold, casting long shadows across the towering shelves of ancient tomes and scrolls. The air inside was thick with the scent of parchment, ink, and faint traces of protective enchantments that shimmered against the walls like invisible threads of power.

Damian strolled along the lower shelves, fingers brushing over the spines of countless books, his eyes scanning for anything useful. Meanwhile, Cassius hovered above him—literally walking on air, effortlessly defying gravity as he inspected the higher shelves. Every so often, he would grab a book, examine the title, and either return it or casually let it drop, making Damian catch it.

"You sure this is how a NORMAL mentor is supposed to help?" Damian muttered as he barely caught another thick leather-bound book before it smacked him in the face.

Cassius didn’t bother looking down. "If you can dodge a falling grimoire, you can dodge an attack. Consider it part of your training."

Damian rolled his eyes, flipping the book open for a quick glance. "Advanced Warlock Formations." He frowned and snapped it shut. "This one’s just a theory. No practical spells."

Cassius sighed and snatched another book from the top shelf. "You need theory. You’re already strong, but knowledge is what separates a reckless fool from an actual warlock."

Damian smirked. "Oh? Is that why you never took an apprentice before? Afraid they’d surpass you?"

Cassius finally looked down, unimpressed. "More like I never found one worth my time, not to mention those damn councils. And yet, here you are."

Damian scoffed. "Gee, thanks."

Another book dropped. Damian caught it one-handed and checked the cover. "Rune Crafting for Advanced Warlocks." He kept that one.

"So," he said, setting the books he’d chosen into a neat stack on the nearest table. "The exam should still be the same as before, right? When I left?"

Cassius floated down, landing lightly beside him. "Maybe," he admitted, running a hand over the titles he’d picked. "I never had an apprentice, remember? And I don’t know much about the methods they’ll use. The exam isn’t public knowledge."

Damian hummed in thought. "But dangerous, for sure."

Cassius nodded. "Always. The exam isn’t for everyone, and you know it. The danger is real. Some don’t even make it out alive."

Damian’s grip on the book in his hands tightened slightly. He did remember. The S-Rank Warlock Exam wasn’t just a test—it was a battlefield disguised as a trial. A place where warlocks, magi, and other powerful magic users tested their limits. It was also a place where ambitious participants had the chance to eliminate competition under the guise of "accidents."

Cassius leaned against the nearest shelf, arms crossed. "Not to mention, some of the participants won’t hesitate to get rid of their opponents. The fewer strong competitors, the higher their chances of passing."

Damian exhaled, flipping through the book in his hands without really reading it. "Yeah, I remember that."

Back in the day, he had seen it happen. Warlocks throwing around hexes disguised as "misfires," competitors sabotaging each other’s formations, poisoning supplies, summoning cursed creatures to thin the ranks. It wasn’t just about skill. It was about survival.

"You’re ready for this?" Cassius asked, watching him carefully.

Damian smirked. "What? Worried about me? Now? Too late for that."

Cassius snorted. "I’m worried about the idiots who will underestimate you."

Damian chuckled, but there was a flicker of something dark in his eyes. "I won’t hold back."

Cassius gave him a long look before nodding. "Good."

He turned back to the shelves and pulled another book free, handing it to Damian. "This one might help."

Damian took it and read the title. "Soul Chains & Forbidden Magic: A Study of Warlock Bonds."

His eyebrows raised slightly. "Isn’t this book banned?"

Cassius smirked. "Only if you get caught with it."

Damian chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re a terrible influence."

Cassius waved a hand dismissively. "You need all the knowledge you can get. You’re going into that exam with an unknown past, an artifact housing a Demon King in your mana core, and an entire council watching your every move. You need to be prepared for every possible scenario."

Damian ran a finger over the book’s embossed title, considering his words. He wasn’t wrong.

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"Alright," Damian finally said, setting the book on top of his pile. "I’ll take them all."

Cassius nodded approvingly. "Good choice."

The two of them moved to the front, passing Cassius’ shadow servant near the entrance. "Alright," Cassius said, stretching. "That should be enough preparation for tonight."

Damian picked up his stack, adjusting them under one arm. "You say that like I’m going to study."

Cassius arched a brow. "You better."

Damian grinned. "I’ll skim."

Cassius rolled his eyes and gestured toward the door. "Get out."

Damian laughed, heading toward the exit. The sky outside had turned a deep indigo, stars beginning to peek through the twilight. He stepped out into the cool evening air, inhaling deeply.

Cassius stopped beside him, looking up at the sky. "You should rest. The exam isn’t until next week, but you’ll need to be sharp."

Damian nodded but didn’t move. His mind was still lingering on the fae princess he had seen earlier. That nagging feeling of familiarity wouldn’t leave him.

Cassius noticed his expression. "Still thinking about her?"

Damian sighed. "Yeah."

Cassius studied him for a moment before shaking his head. "Figure it out later. Focus on what’s in front of you."

Damian exhaled sharply, forcing the thoughts aside. "Yeah, yeah. I know."

Cassius smirked. "Good. Now go home. And actually study."

Damian rolled his eyes. "No promises."

With that, he turned on his heel, heading back toward Evelyn’s house, the books under his arm feeling oddly fitting.

One week. One week until the exam.

And he knew it wouldn’t be as simple as a test of skill.

No, the S-Rank Warlock Exam was never just about power. It was a proving ground, a battlefield wrapped in bureaucracy. A place where reputations were built and destroyed in equal measure. It was also the perfect opportunity for those in the shadows to make their move. And he was sure—damn sure—that someone would be watching him.