Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 117: Troublemaker

Warlock Ch 117. Troublemaker

Damian looked up, his grin spreading wide despite the pain still wracking his body. "Sorry, Cas," he said, flashing a toothy, innocent smile. "You're the only one I can count on."

Cassius rolled his eyes, stepping fully into the room and crossing his arms. "I still don't understand why anyone bothers with a troublemaker warlock like you," he muttered, his words clipped. "You're more headache than you're worth."

Damian shrugged, the motion making him wince slightly. "Don't ask me," he said, leaning back against the headboard. "I'm just being me. I guess I'm just that charming." He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, tilting his head up and flashing what he probably thought was a winning smile.

Cassius's face contorted in disgust, his frown deepening. "You know you look like an undead corpse right now, don't you?" he said, his voice dry as sandpaper.

Damian blinked, then glanced at the mirror across the room. His smile faltered instantly. The pose—meant to exude effortless confidence—looked more like a shambling ghoul trying to flirt with its prey. His pale complexion, the dark circles under his eyes, and the bandages didn't exactly scream "charming rogue."

Lowering his hand with an exaggerated sigh, Damian muttered, "Right."

Evelyn let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "You're both impossible," she said, her voice tinged with affection. She reached for a cloth and dabbed at Damian's forehead, her touch gentle. "You should rest. You're not going to heal overnight."

"Resting is so boring," Damian grumbled. He waved a hand lazily at Cassius. "Besides, I've got bigger problems to deal with. Like, why the hell am I reborn? What's the deal with that Demon King? And my Mana Core—why does it look like some ancient artifact, can talk, and act like a total bully?"

Cassius and Evelyn exchanged a glance in confusion. Finally, Cassius folded his arms and leaned against the wall, his sharp gaze locking onto Damian.

"You don't know?" Cassius asked, his voice calm but laced with suspicion.

"No," Damian replied, sitting up a little straighter despite the protest of his wounds. "Do you?"

Cassius let out a slow breath, his eyes narrowing. "You're telling me you have no memory of any of it?"

Damian tilted his head. "If I did, would I be asking?"

Evelyn sighed, her expression softening as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Damian… You told me you turned your Mana Core into an artifact and bound it to your soul. You were very clear about that decision."

Damian blinked, his brow furrowing. "I said that?"

Evelyn nodded. "Yes. But you never explained why."

He frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't remember that at all. What about the system? Do you know anything about that?"

Cassius's lips twitched into something resembling a smirk. "Oh, I know plenty. Because you wouldn't shut up about it. You were rambling for days about 'future discoveries' and 'revolutionizing magic.' You said it would help mages track their power and grow stronger and more efficiently. You even tested it on yourself."

Damian's jaw dropped. "I made the system?!"

"Apparently," Cassius said with a shrug. "You explained it to me in excruciating detail—how it worked, what it could do, why it was important—and then you had the audacity to make me explain it all back to you later. Like now."

Evelyn couldn't help but laugh softly. "That sounds exactly like you."

Damian groaned, slumping back against the pillows. "I seriously don't remember any of this. What about the rebirth? Why would I even attempt something like that?"

Evelyn's smile faded, and she shook her head. "We don't know. You never told us why. All we got was a message—short, cryptic, and completely infuriating."

Cassius nodded. "A magic message from you. You said you were going away for a while, disappearing from the wizarding world to Nullis. You said if you didn't return within twenty years, we should start looking for you there."

"That's it?" Damian asked, incredulous.

"Pretty much," Cassius said. "You added that you'd give us a sign if you needed help, and then you were gone."

Evelyn chimed in, her voice soft. "You also sent me a box with the amulet you're wearing now. You said it was important—that I should hold onto it until we met again, and only you could open it."

Damian huffed, running a hand through his messy hair. "This keeps getting weirder and weirder. How about the Demon King? I don't remember ever fighting him."

Cassius's eyes narrowed, and for the first time, there was a hint of something like irritation in his voice. "Oh, you remember," he said. "You not only fought him, but you killed him. And then you took over his throne and proclaimed yourself a Demon King."

Damian blinked. "What?! No way—"

Cassius held up a hand. "Oh, it gets worse. You pissed off half the demon realm. There were clashes, uprisings, rebellions—you name it. You seriously went overboard."

Damian opened his mouth to protest but stopped short, his brow furrowing as fragments of his visions came rushing back. He remembered standing in that blood-soaked throne room, his body aching and his hands trembling. He remembered the Demon King's mocking laughter, his defiance.

And then he remembered his own voice.

"I guess I can give it a shot to be a king of your kin."

His face turned a shade paler. "Okay… maybe that sounds like something I might've said," Damian admitted reluctantly. "But it was because the Demon King was a jerk. He was an arrogant bastard."

Cassius gave him a flat stare. "Yeah," he said dryly. "And you, a self-proclaimed Demon King, were so much better, right?"

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Damian's lips parted, a retort on the tip of his tongue, but he closed his mouth with a sulky expression. "I mean… I wasn't that bad," he muttered, though he didn't sound convinced.

Cassius arched his brow. "Tell that to the half of the demon realm that rebelled against you."