Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 191: He Thinks He Can Turn Me Into His Puppet

Warlock Ch 191. He Thinks He Can Turn Me Into His Puppet

The whole thing was nagging at Damian like an itch he couldn't scratch.

"Right… she barely mentioned her husband either," Damian muttered, tapping his fingers against the arm of the chair. "I mean, sure, maybe she doesn't want to remember it. Losing someone like that has to suck. But… if everything's tied to him, wouldn't she at least say something? Even a name?"

He let out a frustrated groan, standing up and pacing the room. His boots thudded against the polished floor as his thoughts raced. "What are you hiding, Victoria?" he muttered under his breath. "And why the hell can't I remember any of it?"

His hand drifted to his head, scratching at it even though there wasn't an itch. It was more like a reflex, a physical outlet for his mental frustration. "Damn it!" he snapped, his voice echoing in the empty room. "Why is my memory so fragmented? This is really freaking troublesome!"

He froze mid-step, the pieces starting to shift in his mind. No… Thinking about it again, this didn't seem like something he would've chosen. Sure, he opted for rebirth, but did that mean losing critical memories was part of the deal? Or was it something else entirely? Something… darker?

"That demon king," he muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them. His fists clenched at his sides. That damn demon king's soul, sealed inside him like some kind of cursed roommate, could easily be part of the problem.

"Maybe he's covering something up," Damian mused aloud, the idea clicking into place. "Something he doesn't want me to remember. Or maybe…" His voice dipped, his eyes narrowing. "Maybe he's afraid I'll access my full power."

The thought made his blood run cold, but only for a moment. Then he scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Or maybe he thinks he can turn me into his puppet."

He laughed, low and sharp. "Yeah, good luck with that, buddy. You don't know how stubborn I am."

Still, the idea nagged at him. The pieces weren't adding up, and he hated not knowing the full picture. He thought back to the dream he'd had the night before—Kaelan's past with Evelyn. That had been something real, something he'd remembered. But lately, the mana core's memory fragments felt more like random puzzle pieces, less and less important or coherent.

Damian sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I guess I'll just ask him," he muttered. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before, though the demon king wasn't exactly a chatty roommate. Still, he had to try.

Closing his eyes, Damian took a deep breath, letting his awareness sink inward. The world around him faded, replaced by the endless void of his subconscious. The darkness was thick, almost tangible, but he knew where to go. His steps felt lighter here, less constrained by the laws of reality, as he approached the glowing presence of the mana core.

It floated in the void like some ancient artifact, pulsating with power. Its surface was etched with intricate sigils, more of them than he remembered seeing before. The core itself looked… newer somehow. Sharper. As if it had been re-forged or strengthened since the last time he'd been here.

"Okay, you," Damian said, crossing his arms and glaring at the core. "What's the deal? You're hiding something, and I'm not leaving until I get answers."

There was no immediate response, but Damian didn't expect one. He stood there, waiting, his frustration simmering just below the surface. Finally, a low, rumbling voice echoed from the core, dripping with disdain.

"Why do you disturb me, boy?" The core's voice was as grating as ever, a mix of arrogance and malice.

"Because you're screwing with me," Damian shot back. "My memories are a mess, and I'm pretty sure you have something to do with it."

"Your memories are your own problem," the mana core replied, his tone dismissive. "Do not blame me for your weakness."

"Bullshit," Damian snapped. "You're hiding something. I don't know what it is, but I can feel it. Every time I get close to a fragment, it slips away, like it's being blocked. So, I'll ask you again: what the hell are you hiding?"

The core pulsed faintly, its sigils glowing brighter for a moment. "You are not ready to know," the core said, his voice tinged with condescension. "Your power is incomplete, your resolve weak. You would not survive the truth."

Damian laughed bitterly, shaking his head. "Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence. But guess what? I'm not going anywhere until you start talking."

There was a long silence, the void around him seeming to grow heavier. Finally, the demon king spoke again, his tone darker, more serious. "The truth you seek will destroy you."

Damian's eyes narrowed. "Yeah? Try me."

"You wish to know why your memories are fragmented?" the core asked, his voice low and rumbling. "It is not by my hand, but by the nature of your rebirth. You carry two souls, boy—yours and mine. The clash of our existence fractures the mind, distorts the past."

"That's convenient," Damian muttered. "And the real reason?"

The core pulsed again, almost angrily. "You assume too much. The truth is simple: you are weak. Until you are strong enough to wield the full power of the mana core, your memories will remain incomplete. This is not a punishment. It is survival."

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Damian clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over. "And what about you? What's your angle in all this? You're just hanging out here, waiting for me to fail so you can take over?"

The core's laughter echoed through the void, cold and mocking. "You overestimate your importance. If I wished to take control, you would already be mine. But I have no interest in ruling a broken vessel. Prove your worth, boy. Only then will you understand."

Damian gritted his teeth, his anger flaring. "You think you can dangle this over me and get away with it? Newsflash: I'm not your puppet."

The core dimmed slightly, as if unimpressed. "Then go, boy. Struggle as much as you like. It makes no difference to me."