Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 345: Good Ghost Story

Warlock Ch 345. Good Ghost Story

Marven hesitated. "What?"

"If you're worried about credibility," the second figure continued, "we can always make things more believable."

Their voices turned cold.

"We'll say The Evil One has returned."

The alley fell into a tense, eerie stillness.

Cedric's breath caught.

Selena's grip on his arm tightened.

Even Alric, normally the most level-headed among them, tensed at the words.

The Evil One.

Kaelan Voidweaver.

Marven looked like he'd been slapped. "You—you want to revive that nonsense?"

The first hooded figure chuckled. "Why not? People love a good ghost story."

The second figure's voice was laced with amusement. "He was a monster, wasn't he? A tyrant. The world already fears the idea of his return. If we stoke the fire just a little more… well." A slow, wicked smile. "No one will suspect us."

Marven ran a hand down his face, looking visibly uneasy now. "This is… reckless."

"It's effective."

Marven gritted his teeth. "You don't understand—this isn't just some lie you can spin. If people really believe Kaelan has returned, it won't just be the magic community coming after him. The entire world will turn against him."

"That's the point," the first hooded figure murmured.

The second figure smirked. "You wanted a solution, Marven. Here it is."

A heavy silence followed.

Marven exhaled sharply, looking away. "…I need time to think."

The first figure's amusement didn't waver. "Take all the time you need."

"But not too long," the second figure added, their voice darkening. "If the fae prince keeps digging, we'll have to act soon."

Marven's expression twisted, his fingers curling into a fist. "Damn it… This is already a mess." He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "You already planned to take the princess's mana core—are you seriously considering doing the same with Cedric?"

Selena stiffened beside Cedric, her fingers gripping his arm just slightly. He could feel the chill in her skin, the way her breath hitched ever so subtly.

The second hooded figure smirked. "Of course. If one royal mana core is valuable, imagine what two could do."

Cedric's grip on his dagger tightened. His blood was hot, burning under his skin, but he kept himself still. Controlled. If he made a move now, they'd lose their only chance to gather the full extent of this madness.

Alric remained silent, watching. Waiting.

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Marven, on the other hand, looked less convinced. "You do realize what you're suggesting?" His voice dropped slightly, his discomfort slipping through the cracks. "Stealing the mana core of a fae princess is one thing. But a fae prince? That's… insane."

The first hooded figure let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, come now, Marven. Since when did you hesitate at ambition?"

Marven's jaw clenched. "Since you started talking about creating something we might not be able to control."

Selena's breath caught.

Cedric's mind raced.

Creating something?

What the hell were they planning?

The second figure let out a slow exhale, stepping forward just slightly. "We need power," they murmured. "You know this, Marven. The system we have now is flawed. We're stuck playing under the rules of people too weak to truly evolve magic into what it was meant to be."

Marven exhaled harshly. "And you think absorbing royal mana cores is the answer?"

A silence stretched between them.

"Yes."

The answer was cold. Certain.

Cedric felt his stomach twist.

The second figure continued, their voice dropping lower, darker. "The fae are one of the oldest magical races. Their mana cores contain centuries of condensed power. A limitless well of magic."

The first figure nodded. "And if we want our main plan to succeed… we need that power."

Marven ran a hand down his face, his unease palpable. "This isn't just some forbidden magic experiment, you know that, right?" His voice dropped slightly. "This is something that could backfire. Horribly."

Cedric narrowed his eyes.

Marven was involved—but he wasn't entirely on board.

That was interesting.

The second figure tilted their head. "You're hesitating."

Marven scowled. "Because I actually have a brain. Do you seriously think creating a creature that could absorb all royal mana cores is a good idea?" His voice dropped. "I mean, sure, it would be invincible, but… what if we can't control it?"

A silence followed.

Cedric's heart pounded.

They weren't just talking about stealing mana.

They were talking about building something.

Something designed to consume them.

The first hooded figure exhaled slowly, their tone soothing. "That's why we're being careful."

Marven scoffed. "Careful? This is reckless as hell. You're literally playing with a force that could tear apart the balance between magic races."

The second figure smirked. "And wouldn't that be beautiful?"

Marven's face twisted. "You're insane."

The first figure let out a light laugh. "We're visionaries, Marven."

Marven scowled but didn't argue.

Cedric, Selena, and Alric exchanged glances.

They had everything they needed.

But now?

They needed a plan.

Because this wasn't just about assassinations anymore.

This was something far worse.

Alric's voice was tight, controlled, but edged with urgency. "We need to do something."

Cedric exhaled slowly, fingers curling into a fist against the stone ledge. His mind raced. Every instinct screamed at him to act—but how?

"I know," Cedric muttered, his voice low. "But we don't even know who those two are. They could be from the Evil Faction, disguised among the good. And…" His jaw tightened. "They might be stronger than us."

Selena stiffened beside him, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Alric's expression darkened. "You can feel it too, huh?"

Cedric gave a small nod. He wasn't the only one. The air hummed with restrained power down there.

Marven alone was at least S-rank.

And those two hooded figures?

They were something else.

They weren't just S-rank.

They were monsters.

And the only S-rank among them was Cedric himself.

Selena and Alric were both A-rank, formidable in their own right, but this wasn't just some rogue faction meeting. If they got caught in a fight against three S-rank magus, the odds were—Bad.