Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 123: Let’s See If I Can Still Do This!

Warlock Ch 123. Let's See If I Can Still Do This!

"So, I've been told," Damian replied, leaning back against the pillows with an exaggerated groan. "But seriously, Eve, it's not just curiosity. It's…" He hesitated, his grin fading into something more contemplative. "It's like… this itch I can't scratch. There's so much I don't remember, so much I don't understand about myself, about what I did, and about what's coming next. How am I supposed to sit here and do nothing?"

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Evelyn's gaze softened, the teasing glint in her eyes replaced by genuine concern. "Damian, no one's asking you to do nothing. We just want you to take a step back, recover, and think things through before you dive headfirst into danger again."

He met her eyes, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "You think I don't want that? I do, Evelyn. But sitting still isn't just boring—it's dangerous. The longer I wait, the more time they have to move their pieces. I'm playing catch-up here, and every second counts."

"You're still healing," she pointed out gently. "And if you push too hard, too fast, you'll end up right back where you started—or worse."

Damian sighed, raking a hand through his dark hair. "You're right. I know you're right. But it doesn't make it any easier."

Evelyn tilted her head, watching him with that calm, understanding gaze that always managed to pierce through his bravado. She didn't say anything, just waited for him to continue, knowing he would. He always did.

He exhaled deeply, his shoulders slumping against the headboard. "Curiosity could kill me, ya know?" His voice carried a hint of humor, but the bitterness beneath it was unmistakable. "My brain… it never wants to stop thinking. It's like this endless loop of 'what ifs.' What if I did this? What if I tried that? What if there's a better way?" He paused, his lips curling into a rueful smile. "I think about it too much. Like, a lot."

Evelyn moved closer, her presence grounding him in a way that nothing else could. She didn't interrupt, letting him spill his thoughts into the quiet room.

"I want to know everything," Damian continued, his voice quieter now. "Learn everything. Test boundaries, push limits. It's this insatiable itch, Eve. And I guess… that's what gets me into trouble."

He smiled bitterly. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the unspoken regrets and dangers that came with being who he was.

Evelyn didn't speak immediately. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a gentle hug. Her warmth was a balm against the ache he didn't realize he was carrying until that moment. She pressed a soft kiss to his temple before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.

"I know you," she said softly, her voice steady and full of affection. "And that curiosity—that drive to understand, to figure things out—that's what makes you… you. It's what made me fall in love with you."

Damian blinked, caught off guard by her words. He wasn't used to people meeting his flaws with anything other than criticism. Especially this.

But Evelyn? She always managed to turn his chaos into something… human.

She smiled and cupped his face, her touch as gentle as her tone. "But right now, you need to take a rest. Your brain isn't going to solve everything overnight, and pushing yourself won't bring the answers any faster."

He wanted to argue, to point out all the reasons why rest wasn't an option. But she was right…

"Yeah, okay," he muttered, leaning back against the headboard. His voice carried a note of reluctance, but it lacked his usual fire. "You win. For now."

Evelyn chuckled, the sound light and warm. She picked up the empty dishes from the bedside table, her movements as graceful as ever. "I always do," she teased, giving him a playful wink before heading toward the door.

Damian watched her go, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a faint smile. He couldn't help but admire how effortlessly she balanced care and strength, how she always seemed to know exactly what to say to keep him grounded.

Once the door clicked shut behind her, the room fell into a comfortable silence. Damian exhaled deeply. His gaze shifted to the stack of books Cassius had left behind, and his eyes locked onto one in particular—the journal he had written in his previous life.

"Hello, old friend," he muttered under his breath, picking it up and letting his fingers trace the worn edges of the cover. Memories surged forward, fragments of a life filled with discoveries, power, and mistakes. Opening the journal, he flipped through the pages, the intricate diagrams, scrawled notes, and half-finished ideas staring back at him like ghosts of his past.

A grin spread across his face. "Okay," he murmured, his tone brimming with determination. "Let's see if I can still do this."

The itch to experiment flared to life, and Damian leaned back, closing his eyes to focus on his Mana flow. It was still strange, feeling the energy swirl within him—a reminder of the rebirth that had changed everything. He focused, visualizing the intricate process of channeling Mana, shaping it, bending it to his will.

He could feel the threads of power weaving together, a familiar yet distant sensation. His mind raced through the memories he had recovered—the way Kaelan used to create potions, crystals, and magical items. The process was methodical yet intuitive. Could he replicate it?

Then, it happened.

[New skill unlocked!]

[Create lv 1: Allows the user to craft low-level potions, crystals, and basic magical items. Efficiency and success rates improve with practice and Mana control.]

Damian's eyes snapped open, his lips curling into a smirk. "Bingo."

The translucent notification hovered before him, the glowing text confirming what he already knew. He wasn't just remembering who he had been. He was reclaiming it.

"Well, looks like I'm back in business," he said, his tone half-joking but carrying a note of genuine pride. He flexed his fingers, the faint residual glow of Mana still clinging to his fingertips. "Let's see what this baby can do."