Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 121: You’re Lucky I Love You

Warlock Ch 121. You're Lucky I Love You

Damian stared at the ceiling, his mind churning even as his body begged for rest. Every muscle ached, and his chest burned with phantom pain from where Malthus had tried to rip out his Mana Core. He sighed heavily, wishing he could just close his eyes and slip back into the dream.

"Come on," he muttered to himself. "Let me back in. I've got a bone to pick with that annoying artifact."

But no matter how much he willed it, sleep didn't come. When he did drift close to unconsciousness, the pain in his body yanked him back to reality. He groaned, tilting his head to glance at the darkened room.

He shifted slightly on the bed, only to wince and hiss. "Ow. Ow. Ow…" Every movement sent sharp reminders of his battle, but lying still wasn't much better. His frustration bubbled.

The soft sound of footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts. He turned his head—or at least tried to—and caught sight of Evelyn entering the room. She carried a tray with a bowl of steaming food and a mug of something warm. Her gentle smile made his chest ache in a different way.

"You should be asleep," she said, setting the tray on the bedside table.

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"I tried," Damian replied with a half-smile. "But my body has other plans. And besides, how can I sleep when I know you're sneaking in gourmet deliveries?"

Evelyn chuckled softly, pulling a chair closer to his bedside. "Gourmet, huh? Behemoth Steak Slabs and Dawn's Vitality."

Damian grinned, his stomach already growling at the aroma. "Yes!" He sat up slowly, every movement accompanied by a wince or grunt. "Ow—ow, ow—damn it. Okay, I'm good."

Evelyn watched him with a mix of amusement and concern. "You're impossible," she said, handing him the plate.

"And yet you're still here," Damian teased, immediately digging into the food with no pretense of manners. He ate like a starved wolf, shoveling the steak into his mouth and savoring every bite. The flavor burst on his tongue, rich and hearty, paired perfectly with the revitalizing energy from the drink.

"You'd think someone who just fought a rank A warlock would have a little more decorum," Evelyn remarked, raising an eyebrow.

Damian looked up, his mouth full, and gave her an exaggerated thumbs up. "Decorum doesn't heal wounds," he mumbled through a bite.

She shook her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "You're lucky I love you."

Once he finished the last bite, Cassius strode in, his arms filled with a familiar stack of books. He placed them with a solid thud on the desk near the bed.

"These are the books you brought before your little… adventure," Cassius said dryly. "Figured you'd want them back."

Damian's eyes lit up when he spotted the titles. Among them were the two he'd been most eager to read—books written by his past self, Kaelan Voidweaver. "Thank you, Cas," Damian said, though his grin betrayed him. "Seriously, you're a saint."

Cassius snorted. "Hardly. I just want you to stay occupied so you don't do anything stupid while you're recovering."

Damian smirked, wincing as he tried to shift closer to the books. "Cas, my guy, that hurts. You think I'd risk this peak physical condition just to do something reckless?"

"Yes," Cassius and Evelyn said in unison.

'They knew me too well…' Damian cringed internally, then shrugged. "Fair."

Despite the ache in his muscles, he managed to grab one of the books and flip it open. The familiar handwriting brought a flood of emotions—nostalgia, curiosity, and a strange sense of pride. He couldn't help but grin as he skimmed the pages. "Man, past me was a genius."

Cassius groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Don't let it go to your head."

Evelyn gently placed a hand on Damian's arm. "Before you dive in, let me reapply the medicine."

Damian set the book aside, reluctantly baring his bandaged chest. The smell of herbs hit him immediately as Evelyn worked with practiced hands, dabbing the Moonveil Poultice onto his wounds. The cool paste stung at first, but the pain quickly gave way to soothing relief.

"This stuff is amazing," Damian muttered, his voice lighter. "Top-tier Moonveil Poultice, huh? No wonder it reeks."

Evelyn smirked. "You're welcome."

Once she finished, Damian leaned back against the pillows, letting out a contented sigh. "I give it a day. Two, max. I'll be back at Cassius' place training in no time."

Evelyn shot him a pointed look. "Absolutely not. You're staying in bed until you're fully healed."

Damian opened his mouth to argue, but Cassius cut him off. "For once, I agree with her. You've already defied death more times than I can count. Don't push your luck."

Damian leaned back against the pillow, his lips curling into a faint smirk. "Luck? Cas, come on. I don't rely on luck. I rely on skill, charm, and maybe a little insanity." He winked, trying to defuse the tension, but Cassius' and Evelyn's stares pinned him down harder than Malthus's curse.

Evelyn crossed her arms, her piercing gaze making him feel like a scolded child. "Skill didn't stop Malthus from almost killing you. And as for charm? You were one misstep away from losing your Mana Core. That's not charming, Damian. That's reckless."

He opened his mouth to retort, but Evelyn's glare was a silent threat 'try me'. Damian groaned and rubbed his temples. "Fine, fine. Point taken. But, it's gonna be boring just sitting here, ya know? Besides..." His voice dropped slightly, a hint of seriousness breaking through his usual bravado. "I need more training. I mean… I've got my memories now."

Cassius raised a brow, unimpressed. "Fragments of memories," he corrected.

Damian's grin widened, almost sheepish. "Yes, fragments of memories," he admitted. "But at least I know how this world works now. Who my enemies are. I know I should be careful and all that responsible crap," he added.