My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Burning Point
They had expected much, but hearing it directly from the one responsible left a big impression.

All this time, they had always believed Julius was invincible, powerful, and most of unkillable—but he proved everyone wrong.

Asher braced himself, expecting them to come at him.

His hand tightened around the dragon core, ready to teleport at a moment’s notice.

But to his surprise, they all knelt before him, and bowed their heads in unison.

“As per Eryx tradition, you are now our new king!” they declared, their voice filled with respect.

Asher blinked unsure of how to react to this unexpected twist.

A male foxkin muttered an incantation, creating a connection that allowed them to speak without being overheard. Asher allowed it, sensing no danger in the spell.

“My name is Stir, and I’m one of Arcane Sage’s Lizana’s supporters. Don’t worry, as long as you say yes, we will rally our forces to secure your throne.”

Asher raised an eyebrow, quickly dismissing the idea. Becoming king wasn’t part of his plans, nor did he want to deepen his ties to this world.

All he wanted was to leave this place and reunite with his loved ones.

But then, a thought struck him. He hesitated, his gaze lingering on the kneeling sages, who awaited his response.

Becoming king… it wasn’t something he need, but the opportunity to access Eryx’s vast resources was tempting.

It would save him precious time and finally allow him to construct the portal he so desperately needed.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself, before giving his answer.

“Stand up,”

The sages quickly rose to their feet, their movements careful to maintain a subservient attitude. Aligning with him now promised greater benefits in the future.

“So, what’s your plan?” Asher asked.

Stir stepped closer. “I’ll answer that, my king, if you allow me.”

“Go on,”

Stir nodded and cleared his throat.

“At this moment, Arcane Sage Lizana is still in the arena, buying us time. If you show yourself and claim your rightful place, it will rally more people to your side. Many will see it as a sign of strength, making them more willing to follow you.”

Asher listened carefully, his expression neutral while he weighing the pros and cons.

Showing his face could indeed solidify his power and draw in more supporters, but it also meant exposing himself to danger.

If even one of the named sages attacked while he was still in a weakened state, things could turn disastrous quickly.

After a brief pause, he took a slow breath, weighing the risks and rewards.

Finally, he gave a nod.

“Just give me some time to prepare. Go and give me cover,” he commanded.

Stir and the others moved without hesitation, quickly taking up different positions around the perimeter.

Asher watched them scatter, ensuring they followed his instructions, before casting a protective barrier around him.

His breathing increased as he settled into a meditative position.

Closing his eyes. He began to accelerate the healing process.

Every second counted, and he needed to be in a somehow good condition before stepping out into the open.

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Back in the arena, the verbal exchange quickly escalated into a full-blown fight as Lizana and Liara began hurling spells at each other.

While they were nearly equal in terms of energy, her mastery of Arcane powers made her unpredictable, forcing the Elemental Sage to focus on defense.

Liara glanced at the other named sages who were just watching. They couldn’t interferer because doing so would only worsen the situation.

Each of them understood the delicate balance at play. Any sudden action would provoke Kaliah, the Body Sage, and Nyx, the Death Sage, both of whom held the power to turn the tide against them in an instant.

Liara realized that Lizana’s roots ran deeper than she ever imagined .

The carefully laid plans, the subtle manipulations—everything were building up for years. She was just waiting for the right moment, for someone strong enough to kill Julius and claim his position.

It made Liara’s blood boil, and with a roar of frustration, she cast a dark green flame, hot enough to melt stone.

The burning ember shot forward, but before it could hit Lizana intervened.

In an instant, the fire was snuffed out, vanishing as though it had never existed.

Liara stared in disbelief. How could she do that?

“Are you surprised?” Lizana let out a soft giggle, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and arrogance.

“Well, don’t be. While you were busy chasing Julius, I, on the other hand, was focused on surpassing him.”

She took a slow step forward, her confidence radiating with every movement.

“Liara, you are the weakest among us six. You don’t have the right to question our decision to accept a new king.”

“I…I’m the weakest?” she repeated, her voice trembling with barely containing her rage.

The words were like a slap to her pride.

She, the most talented of her generation, was called the weakest? It was incomprehensible.

Her aura exploded, and the green flames surrounding her turned into a dark blaze.

She hadn’t fully mastered it yet, but at this moment, nothing matters to her anymore.

The flames began to burn her skin, searing her with intense pain but she refused to back down.

Her focus was razor-sharp—nothing could stop her from killing her rival.

Lizana felt the overwhelming threat of the dark flames and quickly attempted to launch her own attack to disrupt it.

None work—be it a physical strike or a more subtle arcane spell—everything was burned equally.

Even her most refined spells couldn’t pass.

“I didn’t expect you to have this type of trump card, but…” Lizana paused, letting her words sink in.

“You’re not the only one with surprises.”

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Author’s Note:

Apologies for the late upload. I’ve been busy the past few days due to personal reasons, but don’t worry, I will still consistently post two chapters a day for this novel.

I hope you like the story so far. His “Return” arc is close.