Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 124: Worth It!

Warlock Ch 124. Worth It!

He glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the small stash of materials Cassius had left behind. There were some basic ingredients—herbs, shards of elemental crystals, and a couple of odd trinkets that looked like leftovers from Cassius' latest experiments. Damian's smirk deepened. "Alright, let's put this to the test."

He grabbed a handful of the herbs first, their faint earthy aroma filling the air. 'Right… a bit of Emberroot, Shadebloom Petals and Starshade Moss,' he thought. He hummed. "Should I take more?" He paused to think. "Nah… I think it's enough."

The process wasn't as straightforward as he remembered. Back in the day, this kind of thing came to him like second nature. Now, it felt like trying to re-learn a language he hadn't spoken in years. Still, he had his instincts—and a little bit of trial and error wouldn't hurt.

Damian placed the herbs on the bedside table and hovered his hand over them, channeling his Mana. The familiar glow of energy flickered around his fingers, the raw essence of his power shaping itself according to his intent.

[Create Lv 1 Activated]

[Attempting to craft: Lesser Restoration Potion. Combining basic herbs and low-tier Mana essence.]

The herbs glowed faintly, their natural energy merging with his Mana. A small vial on the table vibrated, pulling the mixture into itself. Slowly, the liquid inside turned a faint green, shimmering faintly as if alive.

[Item Created!]

[Lesser Restoration Potion: Restores a small amount of health and stamina. Effective for beginners. Quality: Common.]

Damian picked up the vial, turning it in his hand as he admired the result. "Not bad for being rusty," he muttered. But this was just the warm-up.

Next, he grabbed one of the elemental crystal shards. It was a tiny thing, barely the size of a thumbnail, but it thrummed faintly with latent energy. He paired it with a strip of enchanted cloth he'd found among the materials, his mind already envisioning the possibilities. He focused his Mana again, this time pouring more precision into the process.

[Create Lv 1 Activated]

[Attempting to craft: Minor Flame Charm. Combining elemental crystal shard and enchanted cloth.]

The shard and cloth glowed in tandem, their energies weaving together in a slow but steady dance. For a moment, Damian thought the process might fail—the shard pulsed erratically, threatening to destabilize—but he pushed through, steadying his focus.

[Item Created!]

[Minor Flame Charm: Emits a small, consistent flame. Can be used for basic illumination or fire-starting. Quality: Common.]

Damian held the charm up, the faint flicker of flame dancing across its surface. "Two for two," he said, his confidence growing. "Still got it."

But he wasn't done yet. His mind raced with possibilities as he eyed the two items in his hands. Combining items had always been one of his specialties back in the day, pushing boundaries to create something greater. He set the potion and the charm down, closing his eyes to visualize the fusion process. This would take more Mana—and more skill—but if it worked, it would prove that he still had what it took.

[Create Lv 1 Activated]

[Attempting to combine: Lesser Restoration Potion + Minor Flame Charm.]

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[Warning: High chance of failure. Insufficient skill level may result in degraded items.]

Damian gritted his teeth, pouring more Mana into the process. The vial and charm vibrated violently, their energies clashing as they fought to merge. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he focused, refusing to let the attempt fail.

Then, with a final pulse of light, the two items stabilized.

[Item Created!]

[Flame-Touched Healing Potion: Restores a small amount of health and stamina. Additionally imbues the user with minor fire resistance for 10 minutes. Quality: Rare.]

[Skill Leveled Up!]

[Create Lv 2: Can now craft intermediate-level potions, crystals, and magical items. Increased success rate for item fusion.]

Damian held the new potion up, his grin stretching ear to ear. "Hell yeah!" he exclaimed, his voice loud enough to echo in the quiet room. "Still got the magic touch!"

The door creaked open, and Damian froze. He turned his head slowly to see Evelyn standing in the doorway, arms crossed, her expression a mixture of suspicion and irritation.

"I thought you said you were just going to read the book," she said, her tone sharp enough to cut through his excitement.

Damian's grin faltered. He opened his mouth, searching for an excuse, but all that came out was a weak laugh. "I, uh… did read the book. And then I thought about how I could apply what I read."

Evelyn raised a brow, her piercing gaze pinning him in place. "Uh-huh," she said, clearly unconvinced. She stepped closer, her eyes flicking to the faint scorch marks on the table and the glowing potion in his hand. "And this? Just a little light reading?"

Damian winced, setting the potion down carefully. "I mean, technically, it's part of the learning process," he reasoned.

"Technically," Evelyn repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She shook her head, letting out a long-suffering sigh. "Damian, you're supposed to be resting," she reminded him once again.

"I remember," Damian said quickly. "But look, I leveled up my Create skill! I'm not just sitting around doing nothing. This is progress!"

Evelyn didn't look impressed. "Progress is great. Staying alive to enjoy it is better."

Damian groaned, slumping back against the headboard. "I get it, I get it. I'll rest. I promise."

A long exhale came out of her mouth. "You better," she said, her tone softening slightly. She glanced at the potion on the table and added, "But… nice work on the potion. Just don't push yourself too hard, alright?"

Damian's grin returned, smaller but genuine. "Thanks, Eve. I'll behave. Probably."

She gave him one last sharp look, her lips quirking in a faint smile as she left the room. Once the door closed behind her, Damian let out a breath and leaned back, staring at the glowing potion.

"Worth it," he muttered to himself, a satisfied smirk on his face.