My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 222

Chapter 222: More Misunderstanding 2
None could tell, for they were too weak to sense it, but he could feel it—a presence, growing restless and preparing to strike the moment it detected its host in danger.

Every second that passed, it grew more intense, and if her fear reached a breaking point, it would trigger a huge explosion.

It would be so strong that the only thing he could do was teleport away, powerless to stop it—watching as the city was torn apart, all because of a love quarrel.

But to her, his reassurance only deepened her feelings for him. She has a massive crush on him five years ago, but she was too immature to admit it.

Now, seeing him again after all this time, all those buried feelings resurfaced, flooding her with emotions she thought she outgrown.

‘Maybe he liked me too,’ she thought, her heart skipping a beat.

While she was preoccupied with her misunderstanding, Spike’s patience snapped.

“Momentum Strike!” he roared, his voice echoing like thunder as he vaulted forward like a killing machine.

With every step, his speed increased, his strength compounded, and the ground beneath him cracked under the sheer force of his momentum.

The wind parted violently around him, creating shockwaves that scattered debris in all directions.

There was no doubt—this was his ultimate attack, a devastating move that could toppled buildings and reduced powerful opponents to rubble.

The world seemed to slow as he got closer—he was about to show everyone what true power looked like.

And then…

THUD!

He slammed with all the force he could muster .

Except… this time, instead of his enemy getting crushed, it was the other way around.

CRACK!

His fingers were the first to give way, crushed under the sheer pressure of the impact.

His wrist followed, splintering as the force intensified, sending shards of bone and chunks of flesh flying in every direction.

It all unfolded in excruciating slow motion as his body felt the full force of his own reckless momentum.

He wanted to scream, wanted to stop, to retreat, but it was impossible.

The overwhelming speed, the force, the crushing pressure—it was too much. His shoulder dislocated with a sickening pop, his arm flailing uselessly as it was torn from its socket, then hurled away like a ragdoll.

Next, his chest crumpled inward as his ribcage caved. The pain was blinding, but before he could really feel it, his head got crushed.

His skull buckled, and his eyeballs shot from their sockets, the fluid splattering across the ground as his brain matter exploded outward. –

Asher, still standing tall and completely untouched, looked down at the Awakener who ran straight into his own destruction.

‘I didn’t kill him, right? He died on his own, didn’t he?’

If there was one thing he was guilty of, it was being too powerful.

Unfortunately, no one would believe him, and he could already tell he was surrounded.

Men and women in black uniforms, carrying weapons, were eyeing him from different directions. They landed on the rooftops and along the street.

Seeing their most important Awakener’s crumpled body—or what was left of it—was hardly the best way to start a conversation.

“Don’t move. You’re under arrest for the murder of a high-profile Awakener, code name Spike.” A woman stepped forward, her gun in one hand and a whip coiled in the other.

“I plead not guilty. He charged at me, and… well, he ended up like that.”

“That’s your defense?” she asked. The gun in her hand tightened slightly, the barrel aimed just below his chest.

“You expect me to believe that an S-Rank Awakener—one of the most powerful men in the city—charged at you without provocation?”

“Yeah,” Asher replied without hesitation. He wasn’t even lying. He didn’t meant to kill anyone.

In fact, he had been nothing but understanding throughout the entire confrontation. He could have easily beaten Spike with a single finger, but he spared the Awakener some dignity by not lifting a hand.

“Asher, I don’t think it’s a good idea to antagonize them. They work for the government,” Elaine warned, pulling at his robe and hiding behind his back.

“I’m not doing anything, believe me. I’m actually trying to save them,”

Elaine was taken aback by his bold words. “I see. You’re still the Asher I remember—you don’t want to hurt them, right?”

He chose to ignore her comment. He was trying to save them from her, not the other way around.

Looking around, he spotted an object that could help him.

“There are cameras all around us, right? I’m sure if you check the footage, it will prove my innocence.”

This was the power of modern technology—video footage don’t lie.

“We’ve already looked into it, and it’s pretty clear. While Mr. Spike was talking to his girlfriend, you stepped in, taunted him, and made things worse. What could’ve been a simple disagreement ended up escalating into something much bigger.”

Asher was speechless. Now that he took a moment to think, they were right.

Everything went wrong the moment he decided to intervene, but that was only because of the Elemental God’s growing threat.

“On top of that, we checked our database, and you’re not even registered. So, when he tried to arrest you for valid reasons, you refused to cooperate. We’ve got the cameras and eyewitnesses to back that up.”

This was the final nail in the coffin—he came here illegally, without proper registration, so that alone made him suspicious.

‘Forget it. I’m not really good at explaining myself.’

He lifted Elaine into his arms, ready to escape.

“I won’t let you!” The woman lashed out with her whip, trying to grab his leg.

Before the strike could land, though, he vanished and reappeared right in front of her.

She panicked, and aimed her gun at his head. But, just as quickly as he appeared, he vanished again, and this time, they all lost track of him completely.

They had no idea what he did or how he managed to slip through their grasp so effortlessly.