Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 326: Can’t Wait to Keep Suffering

Warlock Ch 326. Can't Wait to Keep Suffering

Damian let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "Wow. Thanks."

Evelyn just grinned. "I do my best."

Damian popped the cork on the first vial and downed it in one go. The effect wasn't immediate, but within seconds, the dull ache in his limbs lessened once again, the sharp edge of exhaustion softening just enough to keep him moving.

With that, he followed Cedric out of the arena, somehow his steps feeling heavier than before.

It was weird, walking beside Aria.

Damian wasn't sure if she had chosen to match his pace or if it was just a coincidence, but either way, there she was—silent, composed, her expression unreadable. The power radiating off her was subtle, restrained, but still present. Like standing next to a storm right before it breaks.

Well, whatever. He had bigger problems.

Like the fact that his entire body still felt like it had been through a goddamn grinder.

Not to mention, the battle mage looked just as bad.

Damian sighed, waving a tired hand in the air. "Please tell me this is gonna be a fast one." He gestured toward the battered mage beside him with his thumb. "Because I need my rest. And this guy?"

The battle mage barely managed a weak glare. "I have a name, you know."

Damian smirked. "Yeah, yeah. You got a name. You also look like you're gonna keel over any second now."

The battle mage groaned, rubbing his face. "Yeah, you are right."

Cedric, who had been walking ahead, didn't even glance back. "You'll survive."

The battle mage let out a long suffering sigh. "Fantastic. Can't wait to keep suffering."

Damian patted his shoulder mockingly. "That's the spirit."

Aria finally spoke, her voice smooth and sharp as ever. "The testimony won't take long." She didn't look at them, her gaze locked forward, her posture perfect. "We need official records. The moment it's documented, it becomes harder for the culprits to twist the narrative."

Cedric nodded. "The faster we move, the less time they have to prepare."

Damian huffed. "Great. Love being part of a race against corruption."

The battle mage chuckled bitterly. "Oh, come on. After all your crazy acts, I thought you loved drama."

Damian gave him a deadpan look. "Not when I'm the one who's about to get questioned."

The battle mage huffed. "Fair."

The walk to the chamber wasn't long, but every step felt like it. The dimly lit corridors stretched before them, the walls lined with flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows. The scent of old parchment and magic lingered in the air, thick and slightly metallic, like the remnants of ancient spells woven into the very stone.

When they finally reached the doors, Cedric pushed them open without hesitation. The room beyond was simple—stone walls, a long wooden table in the center, and chairs placed neatly on either side.

Classic interrogation setup.

Damian groaned internally. 'Of course.'

Cedric gestured toward the seats. "Sit."

Damian exchanged a look with the battle mage before both of them dropped into their respective chairs with exhausted grunts.

Cedric took his place at the head of the table, Aria standing beside him, arms crossed. Two scribes were stationed at the far end, enchanted quills floating above parchment, ready to document every word.

Cedric leaned forward slightly. "Alright. Let's get to it."

Damian exhaled, resting his arms on the table. "So. What do you wanna know?"

Cedric's green eyes were sharp, unwavering. "Start from segment one."

The battle mage straightened slightly. "You want me to go first?"

Cedric nodded. "You were there when everything fell apart. Your testimony matters."

The battle mage inhaled deeply, rubbing his hands together before speaking. His voice was steadier now, more composed, but there was a tension beneath it—a weight that came from barely surviving something he never should have had to survive. While Damian watched as the scribes' quills scratched against parchment, recording every word.

Cedric leaned back slightly. "Alright." His eyes locked onto Damian. "Now you."

Damian exhaled. He was so damn tired. "What exactly do you wanna know?"

Cedric tilted his head. "How you passed the S-rank exam."

Damian immediately felt the shift in energy.

Aria's gaze flickered toward him, unreadable.

The scribes' quills hovered, waiting.

Cedric's voice was calm, controlled. "Because I don't buy the whole running around scaring people act."

Damian let out a short laugh, rubbing his temple. "You think I cheated?"

Cedric's eyes didn't waver. "I think there's more to you than you're letting on."

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Damian groaned, leaning back. "Man, I hate being interesting." He shot him a look before turning back to Cedric. "Alright, fine. I'll tell you some of it."

Cedric didn't react, but the expectation in his gaze was clear.

Damian sighed, rubbing his face. He was too damn tired to play mind games. If they wanted an explanation, they were going to get one—because honestly, there wasn't much to hide. He had passed all the segments normally, no cheating, no divine intervention, just sheer instinct, luck, and a stupid amount of adaptability.

So, he told them.

Everything.

How he had approached segment one with a mix of brute-force intimidation and actual combat. How he had fought his way through the monsters and stubborn participants, scaring off the weak and outlasting the strong. He even explained how the terrain worked to his advantage, how the floating platforms in segment two were a battlefield of their own, with people getting knocked off left and right.

The scribes' quills scratched furiously against the parchment, recording his every word, and still, Cedric and Aria said nothing, letting him talk.

But then he got to the weird parts.

"The waiting rooms," Damian said, leaning forward slightly, his hands resting on the table. "The food and water there? Sometimes it was poisoned. Sometimes it wasn't."

That got a reaction.

Aria's eyes narrowed, her body going unnaturally still. "Explain."

Damian shrugged. "I first noticed it in segment one's waiting room. Some of the rations were fine. Others were laced with something subtle. Not an immediate effect, more like a slow-acting toxin. Not enough to kill, but enough to weaken you before the next fight."