Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 155: It Reminds Me of Someone

Warlock Ch 155. It Reminds Me of Someone

Damian hissed through his teeth, his fists clenching at his sides. "You little—"

"Ha!" the artifact interrupted, its voice smug and mocking. "What're you gonna do, huh? Destroy me? Go ahead. If you do, you'll be a powerless warlock. A pitiful shell of what you are now. Muahahaha!"

Damian stared at the artifact, his frustration giving way to a cold, calculating look. He folded his arms, tilting his head slightly as his mind began to work through the puzzle in front of him. The artifact's mocking laughter echoed in the void, but Damian tuned it out, focusing instead on the pieces of the puzzle that were slowly falling into place.

"You know…" he began, his voice measured, "I've been watching you for a while now, and something about you feels… familiar."

The artifact's laughter faltered slightly, its glow flickering. "Familiar? Don't flatter yourself, warlock. I'm unique."

Damian's lips curled into a faint smirk, though his eyes remained sharp. "Familiar," he repeated, his tone unrelenting. "Your arrogance, your attitude… it reminds me of someone."

The artifact didn't respond immediately, its glow dimming as if waiting for him to continue.

"No," Damian said, his voice steady as realization began to take shape. "Not remind me. You are someone. Someone I've faced before." His smirk widened, a glint of triumph flashing in his eyes. "You're the demon king, aren't you?"

For a moment, the void was silent. Then the artifact let out a short, stammering laugh, its earlier confidence noticeably shaken. "W-What are you talking about? That's absurd."

Damian's expression hardened, his gaze piercing. "Is it? Let's review the facts. You've been blocking my memories of the fight—the one where I defeated the demon king. You claim I'm cursed, but you've been vague about what that curse actually is. And then there's my Mana Core—different from any other warlock's, shaped more like… you."

The artifact pulsed erratically, as if struggling to maintain its composure. "You're grasping at straws, warlock. Your theories are ridiculous."

Damian stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Am I? Or are you just afraid that I'll figure out the truth? That when I defeated you and took your power, your soul came along for the ride. That you are the so-called curse. That you are the reason my Mana Core is the way it is."

The artifact's silence was deafening, its glow dimming to a faint flicker. Damian's smirk deepened, his suspicions solidifying into certainty.

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"That's it, isn't it?" Damian pressed, his tone sharper now. His arms folded across his chest as he stared at the artifact.

The artifact's glow pulsed violently, as if reacting to the accusation. Its voice, usually calm and mocking, now wavered slightly. "You have no idea what you're talking about, warlock. Don't presume to know my nature."

"Oh, I think I'm getting a pretty good idea," Damian said, stepping closer. His grin widened, sharp and triumphant. "Or maybe… I did this to you on purpose. Maybe I locked you away in my Mana Core because of your ridiculous regeneration skills. I couldn't kill you outright, so I made sure you couldn't come back."

The artifact's glow flickered erratically, and its voice stammered as it replied, "Th-That's nonsense! Ridiculous!"

"Is it?" Damian's grin grew more wicked, his confidence bolstered by the artifact's obvious distress. "You said it yourself—'we're stuck with each other.' If I'm wrong, then explain why my Mana Core is so different from everyone else's."

The artifact hesitated, its glow dimming as though shrinking under his scrutiny. "That's because—"

"Don't even try to lie to me," Damian cut in, his voice sharp. He leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous edge. "You know some of my memories have returned. I'm not the clueless Damian you've been toying with. I'll know if you're lying, demon king."

At that, the artifact exploded with a burst of light, its voice roaring through the void. "You arrogant little warlock! You dare to accuse me of such things?!"

The space around them trembled, the void itself seeming to ripple with the artifact's fury. Damian didn't flinch, standing his ground even as the pressure in the air grew suffocating. The artifact's glow surged brighter, its energy lashing out like wild tendrils of flame. And yes, it was the same arrogant voice as what he heard in his vision when he fought the demon king.

"You think you're clever?" the artifact snarled, its voice booming with rage. "You think you've pieced it all together, but you know nothing! NOTHING! You're just a reckless fool, dabbling in powers you can't possibly understand!"

Damian's smirk didn't waver, though he could feel the raw energy pressing against him, threatening to overwhelm him. But it was his energy and it couldn't destroy him. "You're getting awfully defensive for someone who claims I'm wrong."

"Defensive?!" the artifact roared. "You've forced my hand, you insolent wretch! I should've destroyed you the moment you dared to challenge me!"

"Destroy me?" Damian laughed, the sound cutting through the artifact's tirade like a blade. "You can't destroy me, remember? You're stuck with me, just like I'm stuck with you. That's what's got you so mad, isn't it? That I beat you and left you like this."

The artifact's glow flared brighter, its rage palpable. "You don't know the first thing about what you've done! Do you think locking me away was a victory? Do you think you're safe because I'm bound to you? FOOL! You've doomed yourself!"

"Doomed myself?" Damian echoed, his tone dripping with mockery. "If I'm so doomed, then why haven't you taken control? Why haven't you overpowered me? Could it be that you can't?"

"ENOUGH!" the artifact bellowed, its energy surging toward Damian like a tidal wave. The force slammed into him, but he managed to stay on his feet. He didn't even budge since it was all his power. The void around them seemed to ripple violently.

Damian gritted his teeth, his Mana flaring instinctively as he braced against the onslaught. "Oh, hit a nerve, did I?"