Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 114: You’re Stuck With Me, Just Like I’m Stuck With You.

Warlock Ch 114. You're Stuck With Me, Just Like I'm Stuck With You.

Damian snapped his gaze up, his patience already worn thin. "Excuse me?" he retorted, glaring at the hovering artifact. "Look who's talking! You're supposed to be my Mana Core, not some weird, sentient bully with an ego problem."

The artifact pulsed faintly, almost like a mocking shrug. "Well, you're the one with all the questions, aren't you? Maybe I'm just tired of your whining."

Damian groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Right, my bad… I forgot you have consciousness and could talk. And not just talk—be annoying as hell. Why can't you just give me answers or act like a normal Mana Core?"

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"That's because I'm not a normal Mana Core, genius," the artifact shot back. "And clearly, neither are you."

Damian let out a sharp exhale, forcing himself to calm down. Instead, he crossed his arms, his gaze steady as he studied the artifact. "Fine," he said, his voice calmer now. "Let's start with this, what the hell are you, exactly?"

The artifact pulsed again, this time with what Damian could only describe as smugness. "Your Mana Core. Obviously."

"Yeah, no kidding," Damian said, rolling his eyes. "But why do you talk? Why do you act like this? A Mana Core isn't supposed to have a personality—or consciousness. And it's definitely not supposed to bully its owner."

The artifact didn't answer right away. It spun slowly, its glow shifting from faint violet to a brighter hue, as if it were mulling over what to say. Finally, it spoke, its tone calm but pointed. "It seems like your memories haven't fully returned yet."

Damian's eyes narrowed. "Good, then," he said, his voice laced with suspicion. "So, you do know something."

"I don't know anything," the artifact replied flatly, but there was an edge to its voice, a defensive note that Damian didn't miss.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Damian's lips. "Oh, you absolutely know something," he said, taking a step closer. "And that's why you've been giving me those visions. Those memories—they're connected to my past, aren't they? They're things I haven't remembered yet."

The artifact went silent, its glow dimming slightly.

"Ha!" Damian said, pointing a finger at it. "I'm right! You do know it."

The artifact scoffed, its light flaring briefly. "So what if I do?" it said, its voice dripping with mock indifference. "Doesn't mean I'm going to tell you."

Damian crossed his arms, tilting his head as he leaned closer. "C'mon, tell me what happened," he said, his tone coaxing. "You clearly know more about all of this than you're letting on."

"How do I know?" the artifact shot back. "I'm just your Mana Core, right? What do you expect me to know?"

"Cut the crap," Damian said, his smirk widening. "You're not just a Mana Core. You're bound to my soul—that much I've figured out. So there's something linking you to all of this, right?"

The artifact pulsed faintly, its glow almost flickering. "Ha! As if I'll tell you."

Damian let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "You really enjoy being difficult, don't you?"

"Maybe I do," the artifact replied, its tone smug again. "What's it to you?"

"Here's the thing," Damian said, stepping even closer. "You're stuck with me, just like I'm stuck with you. If you don't help me figure this out, we're both going to be in the dark. And honestly? I don't think you like not knowing what's going on any more than I do."

The artifact didn't respond right away, its light dimming as if considering his words.

"Besides," Damian continued, his tone softer now, "if you're tied to my soul, then you've been with me this whole time—through my past as Kaelan, through my rebirth, through everything I can't remember. You've seen it all, haven't you?"

The silence stretched between them, heavy and tense. Finally, the artifact spoke, its voice quieter than before. "You're more persistent than I thought."

"I get that a lot," Damian said, crossing his arms. "So, are you going to help me, or do I have to figure all of this out on my own?"

The artifact pulsed faintly, its glow flickering like a heartbeat. For a moment, Damian thought it might finally cooperate. Then it let out a laugh—a smug, condescending sound that made his eye twitch in annoyance.

"What am I supposed to do? Hold your hand?" the artifact said, its voice practically dripping with mockery. "Figure it out, warlock. You've got a brain, don't you?"

Damian's fingers curled into fists at his sides. "This damn thing," he muttered under his breath. His patience was wearing thinner by the second. "You know, for something tied to my soul, you're really good at being the worst."

"What are you gonna do, huh? Beat me up like you did before? Oh, wait," the artifact said, its voice rising in pitch as it mocked him. "You can't do that anymore. I'm your Mana Core now. Muahahahaha!"

Damian froze, his eyes narrowing. "Hold up. What do you mean, 'beat me up like you did before'?" he asked, his tone sharp and probing.

The artifact went silent, its glow dimming slightly. It spun in the air, almost like it was trying to avoid his gaze.

A grin slowly spread across Damian's face. "Oh, I see how it is," he said, stepping closer. "So, I did used to beat you up. That means you weren't always part of my Mana Core, were you? You were something—or someone—I fought before."

The artifact pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat skipping a beat.

Damian's grin widened. "I'm right, aren't I?" he pressed, his voice laced with triumph. "You're something I defeated in the past, and somehow, you got tied to my Mana Core. Or maybe my soul. Either way, you're stuck with me."

The artifact scoffed, its light flaring briefly. "How do I know? I'm just your Mana Core, remember?" it said, its voice flat and dismissive.

"Oh, really?" Damian said, crossing his arms again. "You've been talking a lot for something that's just a Mana Core."