Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 337: Escape The Fate

Warlock Ch 337. Escape The Fate

Damian let out a slow exhale.

"There's nothing I can do now." His voice was calm, but the reality pressed against him like an iron chain. "I knew this would happen sooner or later."

He leaned back into his chair, running a hand through his hair.

"But it's okay." He forced a grin, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "At least they don't see me as a criminal anymore. That's a good thing, right?"

A hollow laugh escaped him.

Because deep down, he knew.

He knew that things were still teetering on the edge. That no matter how much he had clawed his way out of his past, no matter how much he had fought to escape Kaelan's fate— He could still end up exactly the same. But he wouldn't let that happen.

Not this time.

This time, he would clear his own name. He would decide his own fate. He would avenge everything that had been stolen from him.

Across from him, Cassius, Evelyn, and Victoria exchanged glances. They didn't say anything. They didn't need to. They knew what he was thinking.

Evelyn was the first to break the silence. She smiled, just a little, her fingers tracing the faint rune on her palm. "Yeah," she murmured. "You won't be a criminal anymore." Her voice was light, but her eyes were sharp. "We'll make sure of that."

Victoria chuckled, fangs glinting as she rested her chin on her hand. "Instead of just waiting around, how about we start baiting them?"

Damian blinked.

She smirked. "Lure them into you. Let them think they have the upper hand."

Evelyn's smile widened. "And then?"

Victoria's crimson eyes gleamed. "Then we kill them."

Cassius let out a low, amused hum. "Or better," he said, eyes gleaming with something mischievous, "we make them confess first. Publicly." He grinned, all teeth. "Before Damian beats the shit out of them."

The three of them exchanged looks, grinning way too slyly for Damian's liking.

He stared at them, horrified. "…Uh." He swallowed. "Why do you guys have more villain aura than me?"

Victoria tilted her head, eyes gleaming. "Do we?"

Evelyn laughed softly. "Oh, come on, Damian. It's cute that you think you're the scariest one here."

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Cassius leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, smirk never fading. "You do realize you're in a room with a vampire queen, a witch who's been tampering with forbidden magic since she was a teenager, and, well—me."

Damian sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Right. I forgot I'm surrounded by psychopaths." And yeah, it was him who taught Evelyn that forbidden magic.

Cassius exhaled, shaking his head. "Alright, jokes aside." His eyes glinted with something serious. "Should we make our move now?"

Victoria flipped her hair. "Obviously."

Damian huffed. "As long we make a move first, we get control of the narrative."

Evelyn nodded. "It's better than sitting here waiting for them to try assassinating us in our sleep."

Damian rubbed his temple. "So what? We leak some information, stir the pot, and wait?"

Victoria smirked. "Not just any information. Something that'll rattle them."

Cassius's smirk widened. "Ohhh, I love playing mind games."

Evelyn's rune pulsed slightly. "We could make it seem like we have a list of names."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "What kind of list?"

Cassius grinned. "A fake one, obviously. A 'list' of everyone suspected to be involved in the assassination attempt."

Victoria chuckled. "Imagine their panic."

Evelyn smirked. "Even if we don't actually have names, they'll start questioning each other."

Cassius leaned back. "Paranoia is deadly in politics."

Damian slowly nodded. "Alright. That could work." He exhaled. "But we need to be careful."

Victoria smiled. "Always."

Cassius's smirk widened. "Now, let's go make some people sweat."

The rumors spread like wildfire.

At first, it was subtle—whispers in the dark corners of taverns, murmurs passed between cloaked figures in back alleys. A flicker of doubt here, a suspicious glance there. But then, like a match thrown into dry grass, it ignited.

And the flames spread.

The first rumor was simple—Damian knew who the culprits were.

That alone was enough to send ripples through the Sanctum's political circles. The moment the first whispers surfaced, tensions skyrocketed. Powerful figures who had once been confident in their secrecy were suddenly watching their backs. Meetings became hushed, coded messages were exchanged in frantic urgency, and every senator, examiner, and council member who had a hand in the rigged Rank S exam now had a single, shared fear:

What if Damian really did know?

Those who were innocent were curious.

Those who were guilty were terrified.

And paranoia? It was an insidious thing.

The second rumor twisted the knife even deeper.

It was leaked—the truth behind the exam.

How it had been tempered from the start.

How the rules had been changed at the last minute without warning.

How someone had messed with the food and drink in the waiting rooms—how some were poisoned and others weren't. How participants had been manipulated into fighting each other, how cooperation had been discouraged, how the entire test had been rigged from the beginning to be nothing more than a slaughter.

This was where the real rage began.

Participants who had barely survived the exam were already questioning what had happened, but now? Now they had confirmation.

Families of the dead participants?

They were furious.

People who had lost friends, siblings, lovers—they demanded answers. They demanded to know why.

Why had the Sanctum allowed this?

Why had their loved ones been thrown into a death match with no way out?

The officials of the Sanctum tried to quell the unrest, but the damage had been done. Their words rang hollow. Excuses wouldn't bring the dead back.

And then— The third rumor surfaced.

The one that turned anger into violence.

Because it was leaked—the truth of what happened after the exam.

The healers—the very ones who were supposed to evacuate the remaining participants, to save them— Had killed them instead.

The moment that information spread, the Sanctum erupted.