Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 285: A Blind Game

Warlock Ch 285. A Blind Game

He scoffed. "Do you have a crush on him or something?"

Her face turned a shade darker, and Damian immediately zeroed in on it.

"Oh, my god. You do." His smirk widened. "You're actually throwing yourself into danger to search for some mystery man? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

Selena pouted, turning her face away. "It's not stupid. It's worth it."

"Worth it?" Damian ran a hand down his face, exhaling heavily. "Okay, Princess, let me get this straight—you met a guy once, he saved you, and now you're tossing yourself into a death tournament just to find him?"

Selena nodded, her expression firm. "Yes."

"…Tell me, what does he looks like? Is he that handsome?"

She hesitated. "Well… he wore a mask."

Damian physically had to stop himself from cringing.

"Right," Damian drawled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "So you don't know his face either. Great."

Selena scowled. "I know what I'm doing."

"No, you don't," Damian shot back. "You're literally playing a blind game of 'Where's Warlock?' with a guy you saw once."

She pursed her lips, clearly irritated. "You wouldn't understand."

"Oh, I understand perfectly, Princess. You're hopeless."

Selena huffed and walked ahead of him. Damian shook his head and followed.

"Okay," he said, after a moment. "Let's say you do find him. What's your plan? What will you do?"

"A lot."

Damian rolled his eyes. "Wow. Such a detailed plan."

Selena turned slightly, still walking. "I just need to find him. Then, I'll figure out the rest."

Damian snorted. "Oh yeah. That's gonna go great."

Selena glared at him. "Why do you care?"

"I don't," Damian said. "I'm just fascinated by your level of insanity."

She scoffed and picked up the pace.

Then, Damian smirked. A thought hit him.

"Alright, humor me," he said. "Let's say that warlock… is me."

Selena stopped dead in her tracks.

Damian casually leaned against the labyrinth wall, watching her reaction with amusement.

Her shoulders tensed. Her hands clenched. Her lips parted slightly—like she was about to say something, but stopped herself.

'Interesting.'

"You're not him," she finally said, voice steady.

Damian tilted his head. "But what if I was?"

Selena turned away. "I wouldn't believe it."

Damian chuckled. "You really don't think things through, do you, Princess?"

Selena shot him a glare, but he could see the slight hesitation in her stance. She was still thinking about what he said.

"Okay, let's make this a what-if situation," Damian continued, his tone casual. "If that noble warlock is me, what are you going to say or do? Are you going to hug me? Cry? Swear your undying love?"

Selena hesitated. Her fingers curled slightly, but she didn't turn to face him. "No…" she whispered. "I don't know…"

Damian exhaled through his nose. 'That's the problem.'

"You should value your life more, Princess," he said, softer this time. "I bet that noble warlock wouldn't want to see the woman he saved once throwing herself into danger for him. If he's half as noble as you say, he'd want you to live."

Selena flinched slightly. She pressed her wounded shoulder, wincing.

Somehow… It hurt more than before.

Maybe it was because of his words.

Damian turned and continued walking. He didn't wait for her to respond, didn't push for an argument. He had already said what needed to be said.

Selena frowned but found herself following him again.

Soon, a sudden clang echoed in the distance.

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Her head snapped up.

Damian paused, his smirk returning. "Another fight."

Selena rolled her shoulders, pushing past the dull ache. "Should we go around?"

Damian cracked his knuckles. "Why? This might be fun."

Selena exhaled sharply. "You're impossible."

They moved forward, staying hidden in the shifting shadows of the labyrinth. As they got closer, three figures came into view.

One magi.

One warlock.

One elf.

All of them looked like they'd been through hell—armor dented, spells nearly depleted, faces grim with exhaustion. They hadn't seen them yet, too focused on catching their breath.

Damian straightened slightly. Then, out of nowhere, he let out a loud, crazed laugh.

The contestants froze.

Selena barely had time to react before Damian launched himself forward, eyes gleaming with unhinged delight.

He grinned wide, baring his teeth like some bloodthirsty madman.

"AH, PERFECT! THREE MORE TO SLAUGHTER! MUAHAHAHAHA!"

The contestants visibly recoiled.

The magi let out a string of curses. The warlock stumbled back. The elf tensed, gripping his weapon as if reconsidering his entire life.

Selena just blinked.

For a solid second, there was complete silence.

Then— They ran!

No hesitation. No second thoughts.

Just full-blown, terror-driven flight.

Damian's wild grin widened as he watched them disappear into the twisting maze.

Selena exhaled, placing a hand on her forehead. "Oh God!"

Damian laughed. "Survival of the fittest."

She narrowed her eyes. "You really enjoy pretending to be insane, huh?"

He gave her a slow, smug smirk. "Who said I was pretending?"

She groaned. "I hate that this worked."

"Why?" Damian turned, walking forward without a care in the world. "Now we don't have to waste energy fighting them. Efficiency, Princess."

Selena rolled her eyes, exhaling through her nose. "You're impossible."

He smirked. "And yet, you're still here."

She didn't dignify that with a response.

Instead, she pressed her hand against her shoulder, wincing slightly as she felt the raw sting of the wound. It wasn't deep, but it was irritating.

Damian, of course, noticed.

His eyes flickered toward her wound, then back to her face. "Do you want me to check on that?" His tone was casual, but there was a glint of concern in his gaze.

Selena scoffed. "No need. It's just a scratch."

Damian raised a brow. "Just a scratch? You keep flinching."

She stiffened but didn't move her hand away. "That's because your words hurt more."

Damian smirked. "So what you're telling me is that my brutal honesty did more damage than the assassins who were actively trying to kill you?"

Selena pursed her lips. "...Shut up."

His grin widened. "Should I assume that as a compliment?"

She shot him a glare. "You should assume it as I'm trying really hard not to punch you."

Damian let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Noted."