My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Seeded Part 4
Everything had calmed down; the outsiders were no longer as angry.

But then someone pointed toward the seeded group.

“Isn’t that the person with the eight-star rating? Why is he there?”

They hadn’t really paid much attention to him before, too focused on the spectacle of the seeded participants, especially with a captivating woman by his side.

He had blended into the background, his presence almost unnoticeable next to the Arcane Sage.

“Wait, how did he get a seeded position?” another one exclaimed.

“I thought only people from Eryx could get those spots,” a female wolfkin muttered, glancing at the others for confirmation. “He’s supposed to be here with us,”

Their eyes darted between Asher and the other seeded participants, their brows furrowing in confusion.

They all thought the same thing. His presence there was a mistake, an anomaly that didn’t fit into the usual structure of the tournament.

Some of them were angry, their pride stung by the thought that someone so “unqualified” could take a place that they thought could not be achieved by them.

Where was the equality? Where was the fairness in all of this?

Meanwhile, in a quieter corner, Talira and the three girls who had been with Asher before exchanged embarrassed glances.

The earlier frustration still lingered on their faces, but it wasn’t directed at Asher.

Instead, it was aimed at their own lack of capabilities. They had really believed they were the cream of the crop—among the best in their ranks.

But despite his help and clues, they still failed.

Still, it did not break their confidence that they could still win.

After all, being strong in one field did not mean that he was strong in everything. He was bound to be weaker than them in other areas.

Just as they were lost in their thoughts, the announcer’s voice boomed across the arena again, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Surprising news, everyone—someone from the outsiders passed the special exam with flying colors!”

He paused briefly, scanning the crowd before adding, “And—get this—Great Sage Lizana, the Unlimited Spell Queen, has placed a bet of 1,000,000 Rune Crystals on him to win.”

The crowd fell into a deep awkward silence.

Rune Crystals were rare, hard to come by, and extremely valuable. A million of them could buy two Diamond Rank Artifact, a piece of equipment so powerful it could make someone nearly unstoppable.

Talira and the others, still grappling with their own mixed emotions, exchanged shocked glances.

The revelation hit them harder than they expected.

Not only had he passed, but Lizana—one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world—had placed such an enormous bet on him.

They had never seen or even imagine anything like it.

“I… I don’t believe it,” Talira whispered, her voice barely audible over the murmur of the crowd. “She actually bet that much on him?”

Kira blinked, still processing the information. “That’s insane. A million Rune Crystals? That’s more than most sorcerers could ever earn in their entire lifetime… No, five lifetimes.”

The person in question glanced at Lizana, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“What are you planning?”

All of this—the attention, the bets, the whispers—felt like she was painting a target right on his back.

She muttered a spell under her breath, and suddenly, his mind was filled with her voice, as if she were speaking directly to him. It just showcased how diverse her spells were.

“This tournament is too predicable because of your presence, so I want to spice things up. ”

“Are you really that sure that I will win?” he questioned, his voice tinged with skepticism.

“My intuition is rarely wrong,” she replied, her words filled with unshakable certainty.

The two of them silently conversed, while everyone around them engaged in heated discussions.

The whispers spread quickly through the stands, with spectators exchanging puzzled glances and speaking in hushed tones. They were questioning why their Arcane Sage, the revered Lizana, was favoring an outsider this much.

“Why her, of all people?” one whispered “She’s always been about tradition. Why would she favor someone not even from here?”

A group of sages, exchanged looks of concern. “What’s her plan here?”

They were the previous winners of the tournament, and even though their power were lower than hers, they were still incredibly strong—only weaker than the named sages and the Sorcerer King.

Whatever she was doing, they refused to believe it was without a good reason. Lizana was known as someone who always thought things through.

So, their attention turned to Asher, the central figure in all of this.

On one of the stands, Lucia watched , her hands trembling by this sudden turn of events.

She had expected him to do well in the tournament, but she had not anticipated that he would already be making headlines before even stepping foot in the ring.

A small smile tugged at her lips. ‘He said he hated the getting attention…’

He didn’t chase attention. It came to him, naturally, like a blackhole, pulling everything toward him.

A type of person who stole everyone’s light and devoured them whole just from existing—that’s what he was.

All of these sorcerers were powerful and admirable in their own right; they were just unlucky that Asher was teleported to this world in their era.

When everything settled down, Asher and the rest of the seeded participants were given a place to sit. It was a platform just below where all the great sages sat.

They were also given one free space for their sponsor or chosen partner.

Of course, Asher picked Lucia from the crowd, and this caught the attention of many, wondering who she was.

As he settled into his seat, he glanced over at Lucia.

Take off your mask.” he commanded.

Lucia’s hand trembled as it hovered near the edge of her mask, her knuckles whitening as she gripped it tightly.

Her gaze darted to the other side of the arena, where her family sat. She swallowed hard, her lips pressing into a thin line.

“Don’t be afraid of them. You have me with you,” Asher reassured her, his voice comforting.

Seeing that she was still hesitant, Asher gave a soft sigh and, without a second thought, removed his own mask.

As it slipped away, his neon golden eyes gleamed brightly, their glow almost mesmerizing.

His white hair, matched his good features perfectly.

“Wait… that’s his face? Isn’t he too handsome?” one girl exclaimed, her cheeks flushing.

Instantly, several others in the crowd found themselves mesmerized, their hearts fluttering.

Even the female seeded participants were speechless, their hostility fading a lot.

If they had known he was this attractive, they would have reconsidered their earlier words.

Then it hit them—it all clicked. Why was Lizana, despite her status, favoring him so much?

The answer seemed glaringly obvious now. She must have known the truth about him, and they probably had some kind of secret relationship already.

Little did they know, Lizana was also unaware of his true appearance. Her favoritism had nothing to do with his looks—it was something far deeper.

But the die had been cast, and now everyone was thinking the same thing: they were lovers.

Then who was the girl sitting beside him?