Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 286: Insanity

Warlock Ch 286. Insanity

Selena exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders. The wound still throbbed. She hated to admit it, but maybe she should let him check it. Still, her pride wouldn't let her say it outright.

"I just need some time," she muttered. "It's nothing serious."

Damian hummed, unconvinced. "Fine. But don't pass out from blood loss later. I don't feel like carrying you."

She scowled. "As if I'd let you carry me."

His smirk was instant. "You say that now, but I have a feeling you'd like it."

She definitely did not.

Ignoring him, she focused ahead. They walked in silence for a moment, the shifting walls of the labyrinth humming faintly as they twisted and rearranged themselves in the distance.

Damian glanced at her, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. Her steps were steady, her posture straight, but something felt off. She looked paler than before. Was it the wound on her shoulder? The energy she had used during the fights?

'She needs a rest.'

He clicked his tongue and stretched his arms lazily, feigning a yawn. "We should find a place to rest. We don't know how long we'll be stuck waiting for the next phase."

Selena frowned at him. "Sure. But you realize resting just makes us sitting targets, right?"

Damian matched her frown. "Then what do you suggest?"

She crossed her arms. "Well, we can keep moving."

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Of course she'd say that. Stubborn as ever. If he told her she needed a break, she'd just push herself harder out of pride.

So he had to change his approach.

With an exaggerated sigh, Damian dramatically dropped himself onto the ground, leaning back against the cold stone wall. "But I'm tired."

Selena blinked. "What?"

He let out a dramatic huff. "This damn test requires me to walk around for hours. It's stupid. Why does it have to be so long? Why can't they just say, 'Hey, you can fight for your life, but we'll at least give you chairs?'" He groaned, stretching his legs out in front of him.

Selena stared at him, unimpressed. "You are so weird."

He smirked up at her. "That's not news."

"One moment, you act like a maniac," she muttered. "Then the next, you act like a spoiled child."

Damian shrugged. "A man can be multifaceted, Princess."

She placed her hands on her hips, lips pursed. "You're not really tired, are you?"

"Who knows?" He closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall. "But if I say I am, will you sit down?"

Selena frowned, clearly debating whether she should give in or call his bluff.

He cracked an eye open, catching her hesitation. "C'mon. We both know we're ahead of most of the competition. Nobody's gonna ambush us in the next ten minutes."

She let out a slow breath before finally sitting down beside him. "Five minutes."

He smirked. 'Gotcha.'

She rested her arms on her knees, exhaling. Now that she was sitting, she really felt the exhaustion creeping in. The dull ache in her shoulder pulsed in sync with her heartbeat. The adrenaline had kept it at bay for a while, but now that she was still, the pain was annoyingly persistent.

Damian, standing nearby, tilted his head and watched her with a thoughtful expression before casually dropping down beside her. "Since we're just sitting around doing nothing, how about letting me check your wound?"

Selena looked at him, suspicion clear in her gaze. "No."

His lips quirked. "That was fast."

She frowned. "What do you want? Why do you sound so lewd?"

Damian's deadpan stare could have rivaled a statue's. "Here I am, actually worried about you, and you say I'm the lewd one?" He placed a hand over his chest, looking deeply offended. "Fine. I won't ask anymore."

Selena rolled her eyes, but Damian wasn't finished.

He dramatically pouted, his voice taking on an exaggerated wounded tone. "I thought you trusted me. I mean, you were the one who came to me and asked to work together. Turns out you didn't actually trust me at all. How tragic."

Selena pursed her lips, staring at the ground for a long moment before muttering, "It's not that I don't trust you…"

Damian's smirk started creeping back.

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"…but at least—I don't want to get too emotionally attached to you."

The smirk faded. His brows lifted slightly. "Huh."

She looked at him, her expression unreadable. "You heard what they said, right? There's only one person who can get an S Rank in this exam. If we make it to the last segment, that means only one of us can win."

Damian leaned back against the stone wall, folding his arms. His expression was calm, almost bored. "Which is a great reason to make me emotionally attached to you."

Selena frowned. "What?"

Damian smirked. "If I get emotionally attached to you, who knows—maybe I'll just give up without a fight." He exhaled, as if already considering it. "That'd make it an easy win for you."

Selena blinked at him.

Then she cringed. "That is literally the dumbest thing I've heard."

"Oh, come on, it makes sense." Damian spread his arms as if explaining something painfully obvious. "And it works both ways! If you fall for me, then I get an easy win."

Selena stared at him, processing his absolute insanity. "Are you seriously suggesting we should emotionally manipulate each other for an easier chance at victory?"

"Exactly." Damian nodded sagely. "Or—and hear me out—one of us falls first, and the other just reaps the benefits."

She dragged a hand down her face. "This is beyond stupid."

"It's a strategy."

"It's insanity."

Damian grinned. "They're not that different, Princess."

Selena groaned, massaging her temples. "I regret teaming up with you."

"You love teaming up with me."

She clenched her jaw but didn't deny it.

Instead, she muttered, "Just shut up."

Damian chuckled, leaning closer. "But you're still thinking about it, aren't you?"

Selena tensed, avoiding his gaze.

Damian smirked. "That means I win."

"You win nothing." She exhaled sharply and turned her head toward the shifting walls of the labyrinth. "And you didn't answer my question."