Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 146: How to Handle Reincarnation

Warlock Ch 146. How to Handle Reincarnation

He opened his mouth to argue, but the look in her eyes stopped him. She wasn't angry—not really. She was scared. Scared of losing him.

"I didn't know about my goal either," Damian admitted after a long pause, his voice raw. "I mean, how could I? What I know… One day, I was Kaelan Voidweaver, a warlock of nightmares. The next, I was some random bartender named Damian Blackthorn. It's not like I got a handbook for how to handle reincarnation."

Evelyn's lips twitched, a faint, bittersweet smile tugging at the corners. "I would've paid to see you read that handbook."

Damian snorted, the tension in his chest easing just a little. "Yeah, well, it probably would've been written by Cassius. Which means it'd be useless."

Her smile widened, though her eyes remained serious. "So what now?" she asked softly. "Do you have a goal now, Damian? Or are you still figuring it out?"

He hesitated, the question hitting harder than it should've. Did he have a goal? Was there some grand plan, some higher purpose driving him? Or was he just drifting, clinging to whatever scraps of meaning he could find?

After a long pause, Damian exhaled. "For the time being… my goal is to get my power back," he said finally, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of determination. "I mean… I'm everyone's target, right? Kind of hard to stay alive when you've got a giant metaphorical bullseye on your back."

Evelyn stayed quiet, her eyes fixed on him, waiting for him to continue.

"My other goal," Damian went on, his voice dropping slightly, "is to find out what happened to me in the past. Why I did… all those things. The crimes, the chaos—everything. There's got to be a reason, right?"

He glanced at her, his expression softer now, more vulnerable. "And also…" He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his gaze locking onto hers. "I want to know why I didn't tell you or Cassius anything. Not a damn thing."

The room fell into a heavy silence. Evelyn's lips parted slightly, but no words came. She just looked at him, her expression unreadable. For a moment, it felt like time itself had paused.

Damian let out a bitter huff, leaning back into the couch as he raked a hand through his hair. "Well… judging by what you've told me and my personality, I'm betting the situation was so bad I couldn't handle it. So bad that I decided it was better for me to fall alone than drag you guys down with me."

His lips twisted into a sardonic smile, but there was no humor in it. "Seems fair, right? Since I'm probably going to do the same thing if it happens to me again."

Before he could say more, Evelyn moved. Suddenly, without warning, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. The action startled him, and he froze, his body stiff as her warmth pressed against him.

"Please don't," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Damian blinked, his mind scrambling to process what just happened. "Evelyn…" he began, his tone awkward and unsure.

"Please don't do this," she repeated, her arms tightening around him as if she could physically hold him back from the path he was considering. "Don't throw yourself away like that. Don't try to take everything on alone."

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "I'm not—"

"You are," she interrupted, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye. Her gaze was fierce, a fire burning behind the tears threatening to spill over. "You think you're protecting us, but all you're doing is shutting us out. You don't have to carry this alone. You're not alone."

The words hit him harder than any spell. For a moment, all he could do was stare at her, his chest tight and his mind racing.

"I don't know how not to," he admitted quietly, his voice cracking slightly. "I don't know how to let people in. To my problem."

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"Then learn," she said simply, her tone firm but not unkind. "Let us help you. Let me help you."

He opened his mouth to argue, to push back, but the look on her face stopped him. She wasn't just asking—she was pleading.

"I'll try," he said finally, the words feeling foreign and awkward on his tongue. "I can't promise anything, but… I'll try."

Evelyn smiled faintly, her grip on him loosening slightly. "That's all I ask."

Damian chuckled softly, the sound surprising even himself. Maybe, just maybe, things didn't have to be as hopeless as they seemed. Maybe, with people like Evelyn by his side, he could face his past without losing himself. The thought brought a rare flicker of hope to his otherwise chaotic mind.

But, of course, Damian being Damian, he couldn't let the moment stay quiet for too long. A smirk spread across his face, mischievous and unmistakably his. He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with that spark of playful confidence she knew all too well.

"You know," he said, his voice low and teasing, "moments like this… they kinda get me excited."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her mouth opening to ask what he meant, but before she could say anything, his hands found her waist and pulled her closer. His smirk widened, his fingers trailing up her sides before landing firmly.

"Damian!" she yelped, her cheeks flushing as his hands boldly groped her.

"Hmm?" Damian tilted his head innocently, though the smirk on his face betrayed him. "What? I thought this was part of the whole 'letting people in' thing."

Evelyn blinked at him, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief, before she let out a breathless laugh. "You're impossible," she muttered, lightly swatting at his hands.

But before Damian could respond, a soft growl interrupted them. Both of them turned to see Fenrith sitting a few feet away, all three of his heads watching them intently. The middle head cocked slightly, while the left head let out a curious whine.

Damian stared at the massive wolf, his smirk fading into a flat stare. "Really?" he deadpanned, gesturing at Fenrith. "You're just gonna sit there and judge me?"

Fenrith huffed, his right head tilting as if to say, 'I'm just here to supervise.'