My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Margin of Error 2
Her lips quivered, and her breath came in short, frantic gasps.

“Jump into the void now!” she shouted.

They had miscalculated, assuming her method could work for him. But instead of stabilizing his energy, the attempt triggered a violent chain reaction within his body.

Unable to adapt, they began to deteriorate—cracking and splintering like fragile glass under immense pressure.

This was the first time she’d seen such an intense reaction, and even she couldn’t identify the element swirling within. She suspected his own unique element was to blame.

“Stop it now! You can still try again!” she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation. She regretted her decision, realizing too late that she had underestimated his recklessness.

Asher didn’t listen.

Instead of resisting, he allowed the dark-gold energy to swirl freely throughout his body.

The pathways cracked and ruptured, energy surging wildly, but amidst the chaos, something extraordinary was happening.

Magic circuits that survived the onslaught began to widen, while others branched out, forming new, intricate networks even tougher and thicker than the ones that had been destroyed.

As he observed this transformation, a sense of certainty settled within him. He was no longer following the same path as before, or one that Index had known.

This was something entirely different—a path unique to him, one that no one else could understand or replicate.

It was a reckless, dangerous gamble, but his determination burned through the doubt. He was committed to seeing it through.

Blood began to pour from his eyes and ears, dripping down his face in thick streams. His skin bled from every pore, with crimson seeping out and pooling around his feet.

The air was heavy with the metallic smell of blood, and with each breath, it dripped faster, as if his body was struggling to hold everything inside.

Pain hit him in waves, each one feeling like a fire burning through his body, trying to break him apart.

“Stop! Please!” she cried out, raising her hand to cast a spell that would push him toward the void.

“NO!” he roared through gritted teeth, his voice filled with conviction. “Trust me!”

“But I…” Index hesitated, torn between her worries and his words. Confusion clouded her mind as she struggled to decide what she needed to do.

Just as she was about to follow her instincts and cast a spell, Asher spoke again.

“I can do this,” he reassured her, his voice steady despite the pain.

He even managed to force a smile, though it only caused more blood to spill from his mouth.

She pulled her hand back, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed.

“I’ll trust you,” she whispered, her voice breaking with uncertainty and fear.

“I can do this.” Clenching his fists, he slipped into his Mind Zero again, locking his focus entirely on blocking out the pain that threatened to consume him.

He kept fighting through the pain, but soon his vision began to blur.

THUD!

He fell to one knee, gasping for air, his breath ragged as if each inhale cost him more than the last.

For a fleeting moment, doubt crept in. Had he made a mistake?

Was this gamble too reckless, too dangerous?

His thoughts were hazy, and for a second, he thought he might really die.

But then, as if summoned by his worries, something clicked deep within him.

With a final, shuddering crack, the circuits inside him broke through his skin—splintering the surface of his body like a thousand jagged lines.

He looked up in shock as the glowing threads began to swirl violently, stretching out toward Index.

Seeing the threads reach for her, she reacted instinctively. Raising her hands, she cast a spell, and a green barrier enveloped her, forming a protective shield.

But the golden threads didn’t stop. They sliced through the barrier like it was paper.

“Scutum Plurium Stratorum,” she chanted.

A purple hexagonal barrier instantly materialized around her, its surface gleaming like glass.

Inside the barrier, countless layers of thin, sheet-like shields stacked together, fifty in total.

This time, she managed to stop the onslaught, but only after it had pierced through the 35th layer—a staggering feat considering this was one of her strongest defensive spells.

Slowly, she turned her attention to Asher.

He was now floating in midair, his body resembling a humanoid made of black matter.

If not for the countless golden threads dancing erratically around him, he would have already blended into the void, disappearing completely from sight.

‘I can’t touch him, or I might make things worse,’ she thought, biting her fingers in growing anxiety.

Every external disturbance now posed a danger, leaving her no choice but to wait and trust that he knew what he was doing.

Time felt like it was stretching on forever as she stood there.

She was used to waiting and isolation, but seeing her man in such an uncertain state made her heart ache.

Tears filled her eyes, and she whispered softly, “Please, be okay,” as they spilled down her cheeks, each drop a silent plea for his safety.

CRACK!

A sudden sound snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Asher!” she called out.

The golden threads that had once spiraled wildly around his body were now retracting.

Slowly, the threads coiled tightly around his form, wrapping him in layers, until he appeared to be sculpted from solid gold.

But there were still faint glimpses of the dark substance beneath, flickering like shadows.

Gradually, skin materialized, starting at the tips of his feet.

Inch by inch, it formed, climbing up his legs and torso, covering him in smooth skin. But even as his body solidified, the energy beneath hinted that this transformation was far from over.

Next, silver hair sprouted from his scalp, first as a faint shimmer, then quickly growing longer and longer, flowing down to his shoulders.

Finally, his eyes opened.

What she saw left her mesmerized; it was even more breathtaking than her own eyes after completing her Magic Body.

His irises were glowing neon gold. Around his pupils, small lights flickered and swirled like tiny stars trapped within his gaze.

The transformation was complete. He had done it in a single attempt, without relying on the void—a feat that should have been impossible.

But here he was, standing tall.

“Index,” he said softly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Before she could respond, his body transformed into hundreds of golden neon butterflies. They fluttered through the air, then converged and materialized in front of her.

It was a proof—he had truly succeeded in creating his own Perfect Magic Body.

For a moment, she couldn’t speak—her heart was pounding, and her eyes were wide as she stared at him in disbelief. She knew he was special, still what he had accomplished earned her utmost respect—not only as his partner but also as a fellow magic user.

“You did it,” she said softly.

She hadn’t even realized she was still crying until tears rolled down her cheeks. Her hands trembled as she reached out to touch his cheek.

When her fingers brushed his skin, she pulled back slightly, startled—it wasn’t just warm; it was buzzing with an energy she had never felt before.

“Asher,” she placed her hands on his cheeks again, her voice trembling as her emotions took over. “You’re really amazing,”