My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Limitations
He waved her off without another word. He floated upward, his body glowing faintly with magic.

The glint in Ava’s eyes didn’t escape his notice. Staying any longer might prompt her to attempt something bolder to manipulate him.

With a subtle nod, he ascended higher, flying in a direction away from his actual base.

Keeping his true location a secret was essential. From above, he glanced back briefly to observe their movements.

As expected, she wasted no time organizing her people. The beastkin worked quickly, loading their few possessions onto makeshift caravans.

Wagons pulled by sturdy creatures began to form a line, and soon they were on the move.

She walked at the front, her head held high like a leader who had already claimed her throne. The group moved steadily, heading toward the direction of the Capital.

A place like that could provide them with the protection and resources they needed, assuming they survived the journey.

Satisfied with his observations, he turned and flew toward his actual base. Though he had shaken off the encounter with Ava and the beastkin, his mind returned to a more pressing matter: the delay in his teleportation.

The flight back was uneventful. Dense forests stretched out below him, and the occasional shadow of a predator moved through the trees.

Landing near the hidden entrance, he scanned the area to ensure no one had followed. Even though he was confident in his misdirection, caution was always necessary.

He stepped into the center of his base, where two intricate magic circles were etched into the floor.

Both glowed faintly, their lines and symbols radiating soft arcs of energy.

Kneeling beside the magic circles, his eyes scanned every detail before opening his notebook. The worn pages held countless calculations, adjustments, and theories.

To others, the meticulous process might seem mind-numbing, but this was his routine—the grind that had sharpened his abilities over time.

He adjusted the outer formula on one circle, muttering under his breath as he double-checked his notes.

Every small tweak demanded another test, and every test led to more corrections. Yet he didn’t stop. The repeated failures didn’t deter him—they only fueled his determination.

After days of relentless work—though it felt like mere hours to him due to his warped sense of time—Asher finally leaned back and inspected his progress.

The circles had been modified significantly, their original structure now layered with additional formulae and interwoven patterns.

‘Let’s see if this works,’ he muttered, standing up and retrieving a smooth stone from a nearby table. He placed the stone in the center of the first circle, stepped back, and activated the spell.

The stone glowed brightly before disappearing. A faint hum echoed in the room, followed by the sound of something appearing on the second magic circle.

Asher walked over and found the stone lying on the floor, perfectly intact. He picked it up, turning it in his hand. No delay, no damage. A small smirk appeared on his face.

‘Good. This is good progress,’ he muttered, nodding with a satisfied smile.

He returned to the circles and decided it was time to test with living creatures.

Knowing he would need to test the spell multiple times, Asher captured hundreds of rat-like creatures from the surrounding area.

Their small, agile bodies and nervous darting made them a challenge to catch, but he used his magic to herd and subdue them in one go.

Back at the base, he had already prepared a crude prison for them—a set of enchanted cages reinforced with barriers to ensure they couldn’t escape.

Their squeaking and frantic movements created an eerie atmosphere, but he paid it no mind.

Gripping one of the tiny creatures from the cage, its beady eyes darted nervously as it squirmed in his hand. With a casual motion, he placed it in the center of the magic circle and activated the spell.

The room filled with the faint hum of magical energy as the creature vanished.

Moments later, the telltale sounds of failure echoed: a wet splatter as its remains hit the destination circle.

Unfazed, he grabbed another creature and repeated the process. This time, the magic activated with a brief flash.

The creature vanished cleanly but reappeared bloated, its body grotesquely swollen before bursting with a sickening pop, spraying the ground with a bunch of internal organs.

Asher wiped the mess away with a wave of his hand and took down notes. Another adjustment was needed.

This time, the creature reappeared engulfed in flames, shrieking for a split second before crumbling into ash. The charred remains tumbled to the floor, smoke curling into the air.

Each failure brought him closer to understanding. He refined the energy distribution, adjusted the alignment, and recalibrated the containment field.

Despite the growing number of casualties, his focus never wavered. To him, these were not setbacks, but progress.

That’s what he initially thought, but after testing it for the three-hundredth time, he realized there was a fundamental flaw in the base formula itself.

‘Why isn’t it working?’ He massaged his temple. For some reason, teleporting living things seemed close to impossible. Despite countless adjustments, the results hadn’t improved.

He reread Index’s book and reviewed it countless times, but nothing changed.

‘Could it be….?’ he wondered, pacing around the magic circle as the thought formed in his mind. ‘Because this spell was created in the Void, there’s something unique about that place that makes it possible to teleport living things?’

‘Is it the reset function?’ he wondered.

The Void’s peculiar ability to reset matter might explain the issue.

Within its bounds, the adverse effects of teleportation could be neutralized, allowing for seamless transfers. If that were true, it meant that the Void itself acted as a corrective force, eliminating the variables that caused failure in the physical world.

He rubbed his chin, his eyes narrowing as the implications sank in.

If Index’s teleportation formula relied on the Void’s resetting trait, then it was theoretically impossible to achieve the same results outside of it.

Without that stabilizing factor, the spell would always fail, unable to handle the intricate complexity of living beings.

‘If that’s true, I’ve been wasting my time’

‘No,’ he shook his head to dispel the idea. ‘I’m being limited because I’m relying on knowledge from the Void. That’s the problem. The Void’s rules don’t apply here. If I want to make progress, I need to approach this differently.’

His gaze turned to his scattered notes, filled with intricate diagrams. They were brilliant within the Void’s framework, but here, they were nothing but flawed experiments here.

‘I should find a teleportation spell that works in this world. Then reverse-engineer it. Understand how it functions under these laws.’

Asher closed his notebook and began considering his options. Such spells had to exist. Wizards, mages, and sorcerers in this realm would have developed ways to teleport, even if primitive compared to what Index created.

Then, If he could reverse-engineer a teleportation spell that worked within this world, he could then integrate the unique principles from his Void-based knowledge.

The result could be a hybrid spell—a fusion.

‘I need to go to the capital to gather information,’ he muttered, standing up and packing his equipment into his spacebag. Staying here was no longer productive.