My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Exaggerated Tales.
“CHEERS!”

“LET’S PARTY!”

The shout echoed across the pub, bouncing off the rusty metal walls.

Everyone at the table raised their glasses, their voices joining in unison as they toasted to another round.

The chatter continued, and people shouted to be heard over each other, their words lost in music that was being played in the speakers.

Some were just enjoying the moment, their laughter and conversations blending into the lively atmosphere, while others were dancing, their movements carefree, lost in the rhythm.

But these were not normal partygoers.

They were humans, but their bodies were a bit different than the norm. Men were taller and more muscular, their frames built from years of combat and hard training.

The women, though also taller, had more athletic bodies, like people who regularly went to the gym, their toned figures reflecting strength and endurance.

Their clothing was also pretty unconventional. Instead of casual wear or party attire, most were dressed in combat gear—tactical vests, reinforced pants, and boots that had clearly seen better days.

And at their waists, each carried weapons—a mix of oversized swords, guns, daggers, and many more.

They were armed, prepared for anything, and their readiness for a fight was evident in the way they carried themselves.

One man, with a long scar across his face, lifted his drink and tapped it against the glass of the woman sitting across from him.

They laughed and joked about past battles, like nothing was wrong.

But deep down, everyone knew it wasn’t true.

The small underground fortress they lived in, far beneath the surface, wasn’t a vacation paradise—it was a place for survival.

As they shared drinks, the conversation shifted. A tall, dark-skinned middle age man with a deep voice leaned in, his eyes wide.

“Believe me, man. I really saw it. A giant black dragon just appeared out of nowhere while we were scouting. It was like something straight out of the movies .It was huge!”

The table fell silent for a moment. Then, the laughter started.

People chuckled and shook their heads, rolling their eyes as if to say, Here we go again.

This wasn’t the first time the dark-skinned man exaggerated things. Just last month, he claimed that he saw a giant, armored exo-suit in the desert, fighting off a group of beast single-handedly.

“I’m telling you, I’m not lying this time,” he insisted. A trace of regret flickered in his eyes, as he thought about all the fake news he told in the past.

Then it hit him. He looked at his partner, and subtly nudged him. “Come on, tell them. You were there too.”

“He’s not lying. It was huge. Not like those beasts we’ve fought before.” He paused for a moment, his eyes distant as he recalled the encounter. “I almost peed my pants because I thought I was gonna die.”

“Yeah, sure,” someone laughed, raising their glass. “Next, you’ll tell us it breathed fire and had wings the size of a building.”

The dark-skinned man slammed his hand on the table.

“It is bigger than a building!” he insisted, his eyes intense.

But the people just laughed it off. If a monster that big really showed up, this underground fort would be finished.

“You need to listen to me!” he kept blabbering, his words growing more frantic. The more he insisted, the more impatient the others became, until one of the pub drinkers finally snapped.

“Shut up!” he shouted before reaching for the remote control and turning on the TV, hoping the distraction would settle the group down.

The screen flickered to life, drawing everyone’s attention away from the heated conversation.

It was a recorded news broadcast from a capital city .

Since there was no direct internet access, a hard copy had to be physically transported to the underground fortress. This meant the news was always at least a few days old, sometimes longer.

The broadcast was being presented by a woman with pink hair wearing a sleek black military uniform. Though she looked petite, everyone knew she was far stronger than any of them combined.

It’s been five years since the demon world and the human world merged in 2025, forever changing everything.

Humans, plants, animals—everything evolved or mutated in one way or another, reshaping the world into something unrecognizable.

This evolution explained why the mercenaries here were all physically fit, their bodies hardened by the demands of survival.

However, even though their bodies grew stronger, they were still far weaker than the Awakeners—humans who gained abilities that defied the laws of nature.

These Awakeners were a class of their own, far beyond the physical limits of an enhance humans like them.

So what made them different?

Unlike the majority of the population, the Awakeners developed what scientists referred to as “Links”—pathways that allowed for better circulation of energy.

These new parts enabled them to gain extraordinary power without significant changes to their size.

“If I were an Awakener, I could afford to live in one of those Capital Cities,” a woman sighed, chugging a big pint of beer.

One of the men at the table chuckled. “Yeah, right. You’d go broke in a month trying to keep up with the rent there.”

Another chimed in, smirking. “Forget rent—imagine her trying to afford the food. They don’t exactly sell cheap rations like they do here.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad.”

“It’s worse,” another added with a grin. “You’d be back here before you even unpacked your bags.”

The group burst into laughter, while she crossed her arms, muttering, “You guys are the worst.”

“We might be the worst, but at least we’re realistic. Here, we can earn our keep and provide for our families.”

The woman smirked, leaning back in her chair.

“Realistic, huh? You’re just scared to dream big. Honestly, I wish an Awakener marry me. That way, I could escape this depressing place.”

Everyone burst out laughing. “Yeah, right. Like an Awakener would even notice you.”

“Hey!” she shot back, narrowing her eyes. “I’m plenty attractive!”

Another chimed in with a grin. “Sure, for us!”

“You’re lucky I don’t throw this chair at you.” she warned.

“Go ahead,” the man replied, smirking. “Maybe then you’ll finally catch someone’s attention—for all the wrong reasons.”

As the jokes began to get too personal, the door suddenly opened.

A figure entered. It wasn’t an uncommon sight, but this time, he was a new face.

“Do you know that guy? Isn’t he too handsome for a place like this?” the woman from before whispered.

Standing in the entrance was a man with black hair and dark eyes. He was so ridiculously handsome that he practically boosted the average attractiveness of the entire place by tenfold.

He moved toward the bar counter, his black robe—plain and without any flashy features—flowing smoothly with each step he took.

When he reached the bar , he sat down and tapped the countertop. “Do you have wine?”

“Yes, sir. It costs 2,000 credits per glass.” answered by the bartender.

“Glass and not bottle? ” he raised an eyebrow.

“Just glass,” the bartender replied, confused by the question. That price was already relatively cheap.

“Talk about inflation,” the figure let out a heavy sigh.