My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Above the Sky
Asher hovered in the air, the wind tugging at his silver hair as he watched the forest below go up in flames.

Fire spread quickly, consuming trees and wooden treehouses, its glow lighting up the night. Thick black smoke rose into the sky, leaving the once-clear horizon dark and heavy.

He wanted to help and had even gone out of his way to offer his assistance.

It would be really easy for him to save them. His hands tightened into fists as he wrestled with the decision, but Nyra’s voice echoed in his mind.

‘This isn’t your fight,’

She was right. The people down there weren’t his to save. This wasn’t his responsibility.

Besides, if they were confident enough to reject his offer, they must have some hidden trump card. Only an idiot would pass up the opportunity to be saved by a powerful magician like him.

Rising higher into the sky, the cool night air whipped around him, making his hair shimmer under the faint moonlight.

He pulled out the map and studied it. The closest city was still far away, but his recent tweaks to his energy usage meant he could fly for hours without slowing down.

Below him, the world stretched endlessly, dark forests blending into vast plains, dotted occasionally by the flicker of distant lights from camps. The stars above were bright, unchallenged by the creeping signs of morning.

As time passed, the horizon began to shift. The deep black of night softened into a muted indigo, and the faint outlines of hills and rivers became visible.

The soft glow of the rising sun felt strangely calming, a contrast to the darkness of the void.

Soon, a clearing came into view in the distance.

The trees here were shorter, their trunks thick and gnarled, but the open space between them revealed a vast area of grassland.

The tall, wild grass swayed gently in the breeze, blending with patches of scattered wildflowers.

Choosing to rest and regroup, he descended, touching down gently.

A narrow path stretched through the tall grass, well-worn by frequent travel. Wagon tracks and footprints were visible along the route, signs that this place was often passed through by travelers.

Asher paused, taking in the sight. This seemed like the perfect place to set up a temporary base.

He spotted a mountain. Though not very tall, its dense trees were enough to conceal his base.

The area was tucked behind a cluster of trees, hidden from view. The rocky cliffside offered natural shelter, with a slight overhang that could protect the entrance from the elements. The ground was solid and flat, ideal for digging, and the surrounding trees would help mask any signs of activity.

It was secluded, yet close enough to the open plains for easy access if needed.

‘This is the perfect spot,’ he muttered to himself, running his fingers along the rock wall.

He then closed his eyes and began whispering an alteration spell under his breath, his voice low and calm.

The ground shifted at his command, and with a few more words, he shaped the earth before him, creating a 10×10 meter underground base nestled into the side of the mountain.

He carefully carved an entrance, ensuring it was discreet. Once inside, the hole sealed behind him, leaving no trace of the hidden base.

From the outside, it appeared as if the mountain was undisturbed, with no hint that anything was concealed within.

Next, at the center of the base, he cast another spell, creating a crystalized lantern.

Inside, a flame flickered—one that would burn for years, casting a warm, consistent light across the room.

He then began shaping furniture from the ground clay. The pieces looked rough, but he didn’t care; functionality was his priority, not aesthetics.

Once everything was ready, he set his bag on the desk and pulled out the magic book, flipping through the pages. His concentration deepened, reaching Mind Zero to speed up his reading.

As for food and sleep, he didn’t really need either, as long as he had enough energy to sustain his body.

The more he read, the more he realized how complicated the idea of manipulating space was. He felt dumb for thinking he could master it so quickly.

While Index had provided the theory to make it easier to understand, training and putting it into practice were entirely different challenges.

Teleportation wasn’t just about moving from one place to another. The book explained that it required precision and stability.

The first step was creating an anchor—a fixed point he could always return to, no matter where he went. Asher studied the diagrams and notes carefully, committing every detail to memory.

‘I can do this,’ he muttered, taking a deep breath.

He pulled out his own paper. Reading it over and over would be inefficient; he needed to reflect on it, make his own assumptions, and truly make the spell his own.

This was the first lesson Index had taught him: as a magician, never rely solely on existing knowledge.

Always question it, no matter how perfect it seems. By doing so, improvement and innovation could be attained.

This was important because relying only on existing knowledge limited growth and creativity. By questioning what was already known, he could uncover flaws, refine techniques, and discover new possibilities.

Time blurred as he worked, hours slipping into days without him noticing. The cave remained silent, save for the soft rustle of pages and the steady hum of his magic.

Slowly, his understanding of space began to deepen.

Finally, feeling a bit more confident, he decided to test his progress. He began by creating an anchor point inside the base, engraving it carefully into the ground.

Once it was set, he formed another anchor point a short distance away. His plan was to test short-distance first—it was the safest option, and he needed to be sure he had control before attempting anything more complex.

It wouldn’t end well if he jumped into an unstable portal and ended up as a mangled corpse.

Theoretically speaking, teleportation required the body or any object to vibrate its frequency in such a way that the space around it wouldn’t tear it apart. A miscalculation could easily lead to a rupture.

“It’s done,” he muttered, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

After injecting his energy into the magic circle, a swirling pool of golden light appeared in the ground.

Instead of jumping through, he formed a ball of rock in his hand and tossed it into the swirling vortex. If his calculations were correct, it should appear on the other side of the portal.

Seconds passed, but nothing happened. He waited, timing it carefully. Around the 30-minute mark, the rock finally appeared.

‘That’s a long delay. What’s wrong with my formula?’ he wondered, his mind racing as he considered where he got it wrong.

He quickly pulled out his notes, flipping through the pages to check the formula again. His eyes scanned the calculations, trying to pinpoint where things might have gone wrong. Every detail seemed correct, yet the delay didn’t add up.

Suddenly, a faint vibration in the ground caught his attention. At first, it was barely noticeable, but it grew stronger by the second.

From the looks of it, the source was close to his base.