My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Selling Point
As he closed in on the arena, he noticed the sages watching him. He half-expected them to attack, but none of them made a move.

It didn’t even register to them that their king was already dead, or perhaps they were simply expecting a comeback, too entrenched in the illusion of his invincibility to accept the truth.

Except for Lizana, who was smiling at him, her eyes sparkling with admiration, forgetting that she was the one who escalated this matter.

If not for her, Julius wouldn’t be so hellbent on fighting, and maybe the two could have negotiated. It wasn’t like he really needed the dragon core in the sorcerer’s king chest.

THUD!

He landed, and Julius’s eyes were still open. It was a really scary sight—he died so fast that his facial expression didn’t even change. If there was a silver lining here, it was that he didn’t even have time to feel any pain. He just ceased to live.

Asher, not wanting anyone to blindside him, cast a barrier—black shadows that concealed his movements.

When he touched the dragon core, though, he was shocked to see that there were already runes and spells inside, written in a language not common in this world.

He wondered what it was, then, out of nowhere, his vision changed, and he found himself in front of a giant dragon, its scales emerald green, its eyes dark red like a mixture of blood and darkness.

Now in a suspended space, Asher felt that only his consciousness had been transferred here, meaning his real body was vulnerable.

“You actually made it this far. You’re far more talented than that beastkin,” the dragon spoke.

It did not open its mouth, but he could hear it. It had a hoarse voice, like an old man in his 70’s.

“Who are you?” Asher asked.

“You don’t have to be too wary; time here moves really slowly. We can take our time, and not even a minute will pass in the outside world.”

He got a clue from the statement; it was likely that he was now inside the core itself.

“I didn’t know this thing actually had a will of its own, or are you perhaps a soul trapped in this place?”

The dragon took a second to reply.

“I’m an exception. Ancient dragons don’t really die, unlike normal dragons; we just become dormant for a while, and once we gather enough power, we can be reborn given the right opportunities.”

Asher raised an eyebrow at this revelation. “Did the Sorcerer King know about this?

“Hahaha,” It started laughing. “That inferior being was not worthy. He was only strong due to borrowed powers, unlike you… Traveler of worlds”

Asher’s composure faltered for a moment after being called out.

“You know about me?”

He was afraid that the dragon could read his mind, and that was never a good thing.

“Don’t worry, Traveler. I only know that you’re not from here because you don’t have the restrictions imposed by this place, and traveling through worlds is not really rare for us dragons, known as explorers.”

“Is that the reason why your cores can be used to stabilize portals?”

The dragon’s face turned solemn for a moment.

“First of all, the ones used in portals are just normal dragons. They are not pure and lack the ability to maintain their will after death, but their cores are still powerful enough to stabilize space for teleportation.”

It paused, trying to let its words sink in before letting out a heavy sigh.

“Those inferior beings wasted the core’s potential; they barely scratch the surface of what it could do.”

Asher raised an eyebrow, intrigued. ” What else can they do?”

The dragon’s eyes glowed a deeper red as it spoke. “Much more. It can even stabilize your current body. Right now, though your body is far superior to others, its still lacking. If you integrate with a dragon core, you will be able to transform into a half-dragon yourself.”

Asher became suspicious. He did not like the idea of integrating anything into his body.

“Why didn’t you tell this to Julius?”

The dragon shook its head.

“He did not pass the minimum requirements. He might look strong in your eyes, but that’s only because you haven’t reached your full potential yet. Given time, you will be much stronger, even if you don’t rely on external resources.”

It was true that he only needed time to fully tap into his potential.

But there were still so many questions on his mind. It was trying to push the idea of integrating too much. There must be a reason for this.

“So if I integrate with a dragon core, what will happen to you? Your consciousness is still intact, and I’m no fool to absorb it.”

The dragon let out another chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I’m not suggesting you to absorb me. There’s another ancient dragon in this world, far stronger than me—the Wrath Dragon Mel. If you can unseal and destroy its will, you can become a legendary level half dragon.”

There was a moment of silence, and Asher looked really tempted. His curiosity and the temptation to grow stronger were clawing at him, but in the end, he shook his head.

“I have more things to do. I’ll just use your core and leave this world.”

He had wasted so much time with all these side missions. It was now time for him to get back to his home planet, especially now that he had discovered it was in danger.

In addition, he needed to check on his mother, then on Index; she was still trapped in the void, alone and lonely.

“That’s more reason why you would want to destroy Mel’s consciousness. You can never leave this world as long as the Wrath Dragon is alive.”

“I don’t believe you,” he shook his head.

“You don’t need to. You will realize it sooner or later,” the dragon let out a knowing laugh.

He felt a bit uneasy; it did not sound like it was lying at all.

Before he could clarify, he felt a tug.

Flashes of information appeared in his view. It was a short-distance teleportation spell, but written in a language he could understand.

When he completely absorbed the knowledge, his vision blurred again, and he found himself back in reality.

The core was now in his hand, and with just a thought, he was able to see an estimated visualization of everything within 5 km of him.

‘I see, so that’s how it works,’ he muttered to himself. The core was a medium, and injecting his energy would allow him to replicate Julius’s teleportation spell.

He was lucky; now he could escape this place and not fear an ambush.

But before that, he placed Julius’s corpse in his space bag first; he might use it later, recalling those golems from before.

With the body secured, he focused on his next move. He used his remaining energy to make multiple jumps, and because he was using an artifact, it didn’t directly put a load on his body.

When he found a secluded building, he casted a barrier to hide his presence before the backlash hit him.