Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 305: Not A Tragic Hero

Warlock Ch 305. Not A Tragic Hero

Cassius and Evelyn had also disappeared from their seats, moving swiftly toward the council members seated in their regal observation box.

'Good. Maybe they can knock some sense into these bastards!' Meanwhile, Victoria conjured a crimson bat—a magic messenger for emergencies—and sent it off into the shadows. Urgent. Whoever that was going to, they mean business.

But Damian wasn't focused on them anymore.

He was focused on her.

Selena was barely conscious now, her body trembling, her breaths uneven. Seven minutes, maybe less. And he still hadn't found a way to stop the poison.

His mind raced as he turned back to her, kneeling by her side. Think. What can I do?

He activated [Dispel].

Nothing.

The aura of the spell flared around her for a second before flickering out, completely ineffective against the creeping black veins spreading under her skin.

"Damn it," he hissed, rubbing his temple. 'It's not a curse, it's not a simple poison, and her own regeneration isn't fixing it.'

"What should I do?" he muttered under his breath.

A trap. This was a trap.

Not just for her, but for him.

The poison was set in motion the moment she was wounded, slow enough to let her progress through the exam, fast enough to ensure she wouldn't survive the final segment. A guaranteed death. A setup. A perfectly executed assassination hidden behind a trial.

Except for one thing.

They didn't expect Damian to care.

And now?

They were taking full advantage of that fact.

"Damian Blackthorne!"

The examiner's voice echoed through the arena.

Damian looked up, his gaze locking onto the smirking official. There was something cruel in his expression. Something that made Damian's stomach twist.

"If you really want to be a hero," the examiner said, his voice cold and calculated, "and if you really care about the princess, then kill yourself."

The words crashed down like a hammer, leaving a stunned silence in their wake.

Damian froze.

The examiner smirked. "Make the princess the winner, and we can help her. The decision is yours."

The weight of it slammed into his chest. They were putting this on him. They were throwing the responsibility at him. Not the council. Not the examiners. Him.

Die, or let her die.

His first instinct was to laugh.

A dry, humorless laugh that almost spilled out of his throat.

'Oh, that's clever. That's really clever…'

They knew he wouldn't let her die. They knew. They'd been watching him this whole time, studying his reactions, his actions, his damn weakness.

And now, they were forcing his hand.

If he killed himself, Selena would win by default, the match would end, and they'd be able to heal her. So they claimed.

And if he didn't?

She'd die, and they'd pin it on him.

His fists clenched so tight, his nails dug into his palms. 'No. No, I'm not playing this game…'

He looked back at Selena, her violet eyes barely open, watching him.

"…Damian," she murmured, her voice faint but firm.

She knew…

She knew exactly what they were trying to do.

And she didn't want him to take the bait.

Damian's heart pounded. 'Think! Think!'

He couldn't die here. He had too much unfinished business, too many enemies still lurking in the shadows.

But he also couldn't let her die.

So that meant…

A third option.

Something they weren't expecting.

Damian exhaled sharply and stood up.

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He turned toward the examiner, expression blank.

"You're asking me to throw my life away for something you orchestrated?" His voice was low, dangerous. "Do I look that stupid to you?"

The examiner's smirk didn't falter. "If you refuse, she dies. And the fae will call for your head regardless. That's not our responsibility anymore."

Damian's jaw tightened. That was the point, wasn't it? To make him desperate. To force him into a decision they controlled.

Well, screw that!

His gaze snapped toward the crystal looming high above the arena, its smooth, translucent surface pulsing with contained mana. The entire duel, the whole damn barrier—it was all anchored to that crystal.

Destroy it. Break the system!

A slow grin crept onto Damian's face.

They thought they had him cornered.

They thought they had control.

Time to prove them wrong.

Without hesitation, he summoned Bloodwing Raven. The massive crimson bird materialized in a burst of dark energy, its glowing red eyes locking onto him for instructions.

"Take me up," Damian commanded, leaping onto its back.

The raven let out a sharp screech before launching itself skyward, wings slicing through the air as it carried him toward the crystal. The moment he took off, a wave of alarm spread through the arena.

Damian didn't even glance down. They couldn't stop him. Not inside the barrier.

Not before he shattered their precious control.

As they ascended, the crystal reacted.

A pulse of blue mana surged outward, and suddenly, the air warped. The space around the crystal rippled and distorted, revealing floating, rotating arcane runes.

Defensive mechanisms.

Figures.

This wasn't just any tournament crystal. It was different. Stronger.

Damian gritted his teeth. "Fine. You want to make this difficult?"

He raised a hand, and [Dark Bolt] formed at his fingertips, crackling with energy before he launched it toward the crystal.

The bolt never hit.

A shimmering barrier flared to life, absorbing the impact like it was nothing. The crystal pulsed angrily, and suddenly, it retaliated.

A surge of arcane energy blasted toward him.

"Dodge!"

Bloodwing Raven veered sharply to the side, the blast narrowly missing them. The moment it passed, Damian countered with [Infernal Javelins].

Ten blazing spears materialized around him, searing the air as they rocketed toward the crystal.

The barrier absorbed them all.

And this time? The crystal's retaliation was faster.

Blades of pure mana appeared midair and shot toward him at lightning speed.

"Shit—!"

Bloodwing dove, narrowly avoiding the first volley.

But the second clipped Damian's shoulder.

A searing pain shot through him, but he gritted his teeth and held on.