My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Powertrip
Asher’s fingers closed around the emblem, his mind already focused on the steps ahead.

“Thanks,” he said curtly, turning toward the door. “I’ll head there right away. No point in wasting time.”

Lucia’s brow furrowed slightly as she crossed her arms.

“Hold on,” she said, her tone carrying a hint of authority. “You’re not going to the Arcane Repository yet.”

He stopped in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder. “Why not? That was the deal, wasn’t it?”

She walked up to him, her heels clicking against the marble floor.

“The Repository can wait. First, you need to come with me somewhere else. There are people you should meet—other sorcerers in the academy.”

Asher frowned. “I don’t need to meet anyone.”

He turned back toward the door, intent on leaving, but her voice stopped him again.

“You don’t get it, do you?” she said, stepping in front of him, blocking his path. “The faculty here is full of egotistical sorcerers. If you’re planning to stay here, you’ll have to deal with them sooner or later. Better to do it now and make a strong first impression.”

‘Egotistical? Do you even hear yourself? ‘ he thought with a silent sigh.

“Are you badmouthing me?” she snapped, shooting him an angry glare. Her perception was as troublesome as ever.

Asher let out a slow, frustrated breath. “I’ll meet them later. Right now, the Repository is my priority.”

But she wasn’t having it. She stepped closer, narrowing the distance between them, her gaze locking onto his.

“Later won’t cut it. If you think I’m going to let you stroll off and make me look bad, think again. You’re coming with me — whether you like it or not.”

Asher shook his head while pinching the bridge of his nose. There was no winning against her.

Resigned, he decided to go with the flow and followed her to another building. Along the way, students hurriedly stepped aside or scattered as soon as they spotted her, their avoidance making it clear just how much they disliked her.

Asher couldn’t blame them. If he were a student at this school, he’d probably avoid her too.

“Look, this is what I call respect,” she said, gesturing to the scattering students. “You should never let inferior people see you as kind. Never.” She raised a finger, as if delivering a life lesson.

“Do you know why I hate weak sorcerers—or people in general?” she asked, completely ignoring that Asher couldn’t care less about her thoughts. She just loved being the center of attention.

Just to avoid being rude, he replied, “Why?” His voice sounded insincere.

She let out a smile, but he noticed something different this time—it was forced, almost sad.

“Because the weak are like leeches,” she spat out, her voice tinged with bitterness.

“They cling to the strong, feeding off their efforts. And when something goes wrong, they’re the first to point fingers, blaming those who did their job. They always say it’s the responsibility of the privileged to fix things, as if being weak somehow makes them more entitled. It’s ridiculous. Do they even realize how much hard work it takes to be powerful?”

Asher was stunned by her words. He could tell she wasn’t just saying this to sound tough or to make a point—she truly believed it.

She turned towards him. “How about you? What do you think about the weak?”

“Nothing really,” he replied bluntly. “I have more important things to think about. But you have your own opinion, so I’m not judging you on that. I don’t even know what you’ve been through.”

She didn’t look disappointed. Instead, a small, satisfied smile curled on her lips.

“No wonder you’re strong,” she said with a thoughtful smile, her eyes sparkling. “Having a straightforward personality like that is not a bad thing.”

Asher just looked at her, and this time he felt something tugging at his heart.

‘Look at that, so she can be cute sometimes,’ he thought to himself, watching her smile genuinely for the first time since they’d met.

But he quickly shook off the troubling thought. His life would be a nightmare if he let her seduce him.

They soon reached their destination. This building wasn’t as grand as the last one, with simpler stonework and smaller windows, but it still carried the unmistakable air of an academy that housed sorcerers.

Lucia led him into a wide hall where rows of chairs lined the edges of the room.

A couple dozen sorcerers stood scattered about, their robes a variety of styles, representing their fields.

Most of them looked annoyed, some openly glaring at Lucia as if she had interrupted something important.

Murmurs rippled through the room as they noticed him trailing behind her, though no one seemed particularly interested in addressing him. The irritation was obliviously directed at her.

Just looking at the scene made it clear that not only did the students dislike her, but even her colleagues seemed to harbor a similar resentment.

“Why are we here, Lucia?” a tall man in a long black robe demanded. His voice echoed across the hall.

“You called us away from our work for this? You can’t keep abusing your position just because of your connections!”

A few others nodded in agreement, muttering under their breath. One of them, a short sorcerer with sharp features, chimed in.

“Yeah, what’s the meaning of this, Lucia?” one of them called out, frustration in their voice. “If you don’t have a good explanation, we’ll be on our way. We have important matters to attend to.”

Lucia stopped in the center of the hall, turning to face the crowd. She placed a hand on her hip, her expression cool and unbothered. “Abusing my position, you say?”

The tall man didn’t back down. “Yes. You drag us here without notice, disrupt our schedules, and for what? To show off some new pet project of yours?” His eyes flicked toward Asher with disdain.

Asher stayed quiet, leaning against a nearby pillar as he watched the scene unfold.

Lazeth approached him quietly.

“Sorry for this. It happens all the time here,” she apologized.

“It’s not your fault,” he responded.

At least there were some logical people around, like Lazeth. Unlike the others, she didn’t act overbearing or arrogant, which made her stand out in a positive way.

“Congratulations on joining the academy,” she said, her voice soft and sincere.

He gave her a slight nod in return. There was no point in mentioning that he had been forced into this position by Lucia, who simply couldn’t take no for an answer.

The argument grew louder, voices clashing as everyone tried to speak over each other.

Without warning, a strange buzzing sound filled the air.

Then, in an instant, a bright flash of light exploded in the center of the room. It was so intense, everyone had to shield their eyes.

When the light finally faded, the scene in front of them was shocking. The sorcerers who had argued with Lucia were now lying on the ground, unconscious. Smoke rose from their clothes, and the smell of burning fabric filled the air.

“You should be grateful I didn’t kill you all,” she hissed.