Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 170: Not Dead, Not Dying

Warlock Ch 170. Not Dead, Not Dying

A swirling vortex of dark and blue mana enveloped Damian's body. It moved in a slow, rhythmic pattern, as if breathing, wrapping around him in a protective cocoon. Cassius froze, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied the phenomenon. The tray in his hands lowered slightly, his thoughts racing.

"It happened again," Cassius muttered under his breath, his voice carrying a mix of fascination and concern.

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The first time he'd seen this, it had been with Evelyn. Damian had fought Malthus, a battle that should have killed him. The wound on his chest had been catastrophic—jagged, deep, and fatal. Cassius and Evelyn had been certain they were about to lose him. Yet, just as they'd prepared for the worst, the same swirling mana had appeared, wrapping around Damian like a lifeline.

That day, it hadn't healed him completely. The wound had still been there, raw and ugly, but it had stabilized him. He hadn't died. Against all odds, they'd taken him home, treated him with everything they had—Silverthorn Balm, Moonveil Poultice, and every high-quality remedy in their arsenal. But none of it explained what had happened. Damian should have been in a coma for weeks, if not months. Instead, he'd woken up the next day.

And now, it was happening again.

Cassius set the tray down on a nearby table, his eyes never leaving Damian. The swirling energy pulsed faintly, almost like a heartbeat, and Cassius felt the familiar chill creep up his spine. This wasn't normal magic. This wasn't even advanced warlockery. This was something else entirely.

"The demon king's power…" Cassius whispered, his voice barely audible. "It's still in him."

He had suspected as much ever since Damian's rebirth, but this was confirmation. Whatever Kaelan had done to defeat the demon king, it hadn't been clean. The power hadn't just been taken—it had been absorbed, integrated into Damian's very being. And now it was showing itself, surfacing in moments of extreme need, like some ancient instinct refusing to let its host die.

Cassius crossed his arms, his expression unreadable as he watched the mana swirl around Damian. The faint glow highlighted the exhaustion etched into Damian's face, even in unconsciousness. "You really are something, aren't you?" Cassius said softly, though there was no trace of his usual mockery.

The energy began to dissipate, its rhythm slowing until it finally faded entirely. Damian's chest rose and fell steadily, his breathing deeper now, more even. The color had returned to his face, and while the exhaustion hadn't left him completely, he no longer looked like he was teetering on the edge of collapse.

Cassius exhaled. "Not dead, not dying," he muttered. "But that doesn't explain what the hell that was."

He stepped closer, his sharp eyes scanning Damian's body for any signs of residual magic. There were no visible injuries, no lingering traces of the mana that had just enveloped him. It was as if the whole thing had never happened.

Cassius reached for one of the potions on the tray, uncorking it with practiced ease. He leaned down, tapping Damian's cheek lightly. "Wake up, genius," he said, his tone firm but not unkind.

Damian stirred, his brow furrowing slightly before his eyes fluttered open. "What…" he croaked, his voice hoarse.

"Drink this. You're going to need it," Cassius said, holding the potion out to him.

Damian sat up slowly, his movements sluggish. He took the potion, downing it in a single gulp before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "What happened?" he asked, his voice stronger now.

"You tell me," Cassius repeated, his gaze piercing. "What the hell's going on with your regeneration?"

Damian frowned, his mind sluggish from exhaustion but trying to catch up. He shifted slightly on the couch, his muscles protesting every movement. "You mean… my Mana Core?" he asked cautiously.

Cassius nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah. I'm guessing it's related. Either your Mana Core or something you took from the demon king in the past."

Damian sat up straighter, wincing as his body screamed in protest. He forced himself to focus, his fatigue momentarily pushed aside. "The Mana Core—it's not just different because of its shape or the way it feels. It's like it has… a will of its own." Somehow he couldn't think straight.

Cassius arched an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "You already told me that. 'A will of its own'— that's mean the demon king's soul, right?" he bet Damian repeated the statement due his fatigue and dizziness.

"Yeah... And it's noisy," Damian said bluntly, running a hand through his damp hair. "I mean, not literally. It's… chaotic, like there's something inside it that's constantly moving, shifting." He hesitated, then sighed. "I guess the demon king's soul indeed the source of all this... Weird regeneration thing."

Cassius' expression didn't change, but Damian could feel the shift in his energy. "You've been holding onto that theory for a while, haven't you?" Cassius asked, his voice calm but probing.

Damian shrugged, the movement making him wince. "It's not just a theory. I'm pretty sure at this point. Whenever I push myself too hard, or when I'm on the brink, that's when it acts up. Like it's trying to keep me alive."

"That's… convenient," Cassius said, his tone dry but his eyes sharp. "So you're saying the demon king's soul is babysitting you."

Damian scoffed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back on the couch. "Babysitting? Ew… no. He's living rent-free inside my Mana Core, and he's got that cocky, arrogant attitude to go with it. Trust me, it's not convenient—it's infuriating."

Cassius smirked faintly, the edge of amusement tugging at his lips. "Sounds like he's got a nice setup. Power, immortality, and a front-row seat to all your failures."

Damian shot him a glare. "Yeah, laugh it up. You're not the one stuck with his constant commentary. Do you know how annoying it is?'"

Cassius chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Sounds like he's keeping you humble."

"Humble?" Damian threw up his hands. "It's not humility, it's harassment!"