My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 224

Chapter 224: Staying Lowkey Part 2
The Awakeners spread out, their eyes fixed on Asher. They were cautious, aware that he was a dangerous individual.

One of them, a man with blue, brushed-back hair and a lightning-shaped scar across his face, stepped forward.

His gaze was intense, and his voice echoed across the rooftop as he adjusted his simple, dark vest and fitted pants, both designed for quick movement.

“Surrender now, or we will use force,” he declared, his tone cold and commanding.

“You sent a bomb towards us. I think you’ve already used enough,” Asher responded casually.

He already figured out how to use his teleportation again, but instead of hiding, he chose to confront them directly.

“By the way, how did you know I was going to appear here?”

There were countless places he could have appeared, so for them to catch him on their first try seemed nearly impossible unless they had predicted his trajectory.

No response came at all.

‘It’s really hard to talk to people when they think they have the upper hand.’ He exhaled deeply.

He didn’t want to do this to them, but they left him with no choice.

Asher raised his hand, and in response, they activated a mechanism.

Sparks of electricity shot out from the drones, crackling through the air, threatening to electrocute him.

But before they could make contact, the sparks bounced off harmlessly as a golden dome enveloped him and Elaine, glowing with protective light.

The Awakeners exchanged uneasy glances as the golden light surrounding Asher deflected the electrical attack with ease.

“What’s happening? Why does he have so many abilities?” one of them blurted out, his voice filled with confusion.

Another stepped forward, his hand gripping the hilt of his weapon. “Is he a demon?”

“No,” the man with the lightning-shaped scar interjected, his brows furrowing. “If he was, we’d feel it already.”

Despite his words, doubt lingered in his eyes. To be certain, he raised his hand and unleashed a bolt of electricity, intensifying the attack.

The drone shield began to crack under the sheer force of the combined power. The nonstop sparks turned the barrier into a blinding field of pure white light, obscuring everything inside.

Seconds passed, then a full minute, until all the energy was exhausted.

As the smoke cleared, silence fell over the rooftop. The Awakeners stared in shock.

Asher stood there, completely unharmed, with Elaine by his side.

She looked around nervously, while the other party exchanged uneasy glances.

“How is he still standing?” one of the S-Ranks muttered.

Asher didn’t say a word. His gaze swept across them, assessing each of them.

Then, he raised a single hand, his movements slow and casual.

The air around them seemed to thicken, like the very atmosphere was holding its breath. A subtle shift, a crackling tension that no one could explain—until it hit them all at once

Without warning, they collapsed to their knees, unable to withstand the sudden weight pressing down from all sides.

It wasn’t just gravity; it was as if the entire world had decided to crush them under its invisible fist, rendering them powerless.

One of the A-Ranks gasped, his hands trembling as he tried to push against the unseen force.

“What… is happening?” he managed to choke out.

Asher remained still, the air around him practically vibrating with power.

“You can’t move because I won’t let you. And if you keep fighting, you’ll regret it.”

The man with the lightning-shaped scar gritted his teeth.

“What are you?!” he shouted.

Asher didn’t answer. Instead, he flicked his fingers once, and instantly the pressure intensified. The ground beneath them groaned in protest, cracks spidering across the concrete, struggling to hold them up.

A few of the Awakeners gritted their teeth, summoning their powers in a desperate attempt to break free.

Lightning crackled from one, energy pulsed from another, and a third reached deep within for whatever strength they could muster.

But no matter how hard they tried, their bodies remained pinned, their heads unable to lift.

“You’re wasting your energy. If I wanted you dead, you’d already be gone.”

His tone wasn’t one of rage, but rather the weary voice of someone tired of having to explain the obvious. He felt like speaking to children who refused to understand.

The man with the lightning shape scar gritted his teeth, his face contorted in frustration.

“You’re surrounded,” he snarled, struggling to raise his head” Everyone in the city will hunt you down.”

Asher shook his head at how silly the threat sounded. If he were the type to enjoy a power trip, he might’ve started laughing maniacally to show his dominance.

A crack of lightning would tear through the sky, blinding everyone in a burst of brightness.

When their vision cleared, they would find themselves inside a massive translucent purple dome of magic.

Next, He would cliched his right hand, cool aura swirling around it, and say something like, “I am…”

But he wasn’t a show-off. He didn’t need the theatrics.

In the most casual and boring way, he snapped his fingers.

Immediately, all of the Awakeners collapsed to the ground, limp and unconscious.

Asher exhaled, feeling a slight sense of satisfaction.

Despite all the power he wielded, he still managed to keep a humble, and low-key demeanor.

Or at least, that’s what he thought.

Elaine and the others watching from a distance saw things very differently.

They might have accepted it more if he unleashed some epic, city-destroying spell to defeat his opponents .

But a snap of his finger?

That was worse than a power trip—it was humiliating in many ways.

The way he handled them made his opponents seem like nothing more than ants beneath his feet, unworthy of any real effort.

Him talking about being lowkey was like hearing a rich kid spoke about their humility, because despite having billionaire parents, they only lived in an apartment

But that apartment just so happened to be a penthouse occupying an entire floor in a building owned by their family.

“Are you all willing to talk now?” Asher’s voice echoed, directed at the people pulling the strings.