My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Tired of Being Lowkey
The rooftop was silent. The bodies scattered across the hard floor were more than enough to make anyone watching from the other buildings feel uneasy. Most of them were trembling, while some wanted to run away.

Who could blame them?

The S-ranks were said to be mankind’s strongest, and they were taken out just like that.

Had humans not possessed the ability to sense demons, they would have already mistaken Asher for one.

But his real identity was far much terrifying .Just his dragon alone could level this city many times over.

‘Aren’t they coming?’ he wondered to himself.

Then, a new presence arrived.

A faint mechanical hum filled the air, gradually intensifying into a deep, vibrating roar as multiple dots grew larger in the distance.

The wind picked up, scattering dust and debris as ten heavily armed helicopters descended from the sky.

Their design was unlike any standard military craft—sleek and menacing, with twin rotors and reinforced armor. Each one carried an array of missiles and Gatling guns.

As the helicopters hovered just above the rooftop, a side hatch on the lead aircraft slid open.

A ramp extended, and from within, a figure emerged.

It was an old man, his blonde hair streaked with gray and neatly combed back.

His uniform was dark and formal, almost regal. A long black coat with gold accents draped over his shoulders, lined with intricate details that gave him an air of authority.

Beneath the coat, he wore a crisp black shirt with a neatly tied tie, his belt fastened with a golden buckle.

A matching military cap, adorned with a gold emblem, sat atop his head, casting a slight shadow over his face.

Though he carried no visible weapons, his mere presence was enough to make those around him uneasy.

He was not just a soldier. He was a leader, someone who didn’t need to fight to win a battle.

One of them gripped his holster, an instinctive reaction—fear disguised as preparation.

His eyes swept over the fallen Awakeners, then settled on Asher.

There was no anger—only contemplation in the old man’s eyes as he jumped out and landed.

four others followed, all wearing the same attire. Though they seemed weaker than the Awakeners from before, he could tell that these men were hardened veterans, likely former military before the world changed.

“My name is Gilbert. I am the Overseer of this city.”

“My name is Asher ,”

Gilbert was surprised by how casually Asher replied.

He thought he was dealing with someone unreasonable, but it didn’t seem that way.

The fallen Awakeners were all alive, which was a relief. They couldn’t afford to lose that many.

“Mr. Asher, may I know why you’re here and who you’re affiliated with?” Gilbert asked, his tone low and formal.

Although he was a high-ranking official, he understood the importance of humility when faced with someone clearly powerful.

In fact, he couldn’t help but silently curse those under his command who had deemed it wise to antagonize such a formidable individual.

“I just came here to visit an old friend,” he said, grabbing Elaine’s shoulder. “As for my affiliation, I’m not comfortable answering that.”

Gilbert looked at Elaine, having already reviewed her information and understood her connection to Spike.

“Then may I ask why you killed one of our S-rankers?”

“This question again?” Asher shook his head, a hint of frustration flickering in his eyes as he sighed deeply.

He noticed the tension in the air, the five individuals stiffening at his every move. He could see their feet inching back.

Asher sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I saw her getting harassed . The guy was getting violent. I tried to intervene, to stop him, but he attacked me first.”

“I didn’t want to fight,” he continued. “I was just defending myself. And that guy… well, he didn’t die because of me. He lost control, and his own actions led to his death. Technically, I didn’t kill him.”

He let the words hang in the air, watching their expressions turn from suspicion to confusion.

Gilbert’s brows furrowed slightly. A flicker of doubt? No. More like reassessment. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, a voice crackled through his earpiece.

He paused, listening intently, then nodded in acknowledgment, before turning his attention back to Asher.

“We’ve already investigated the video,” Gilbert said. “What you’re saying… it’s the truth. We wont capture you anymore.”

Gilbert wasn’t trying to provoke him—he was trying to control the situation, to keep things from spiraling further.

“So, are we done here?”

Gilbert shook his head.

“Though you’re cleared of killing one of our Awakeners, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re an unregistered individual.”

“That alone is a crime. But you’re not just anyone, so I’m willing to pardon that—on one condition.”

He paused, letting his words sink in. “Accompany me to the Capitol for a little talk. Don’t worry, we’re not stupid enough to try anything against you.”

Asher’s expression remained unreadable. He hid his true thoughts well—this was a chance to gather more information, especially about Lucy’s current location.

“Lead the way,” Asher said, his tone sounded like he were merely humoring them.

Gilbert studied him for a moment longer, but Asher was already looking away.

“Please, come with us,” he said, gesturing toward the helicopter.

Without hesitation, Asher grabbed Elaine and leaped inside. The others followed, stepping in after them.

Inside, the cabin was more spacious than expected—easily large enough to accommodate ten people without issue.

The hum of the rotors filled the air, a constant reminder of the power behind the machine as the doors sealed shut.

Then, it banked sharply, adjusting its course before soaring toward the Capitol.

Below, the streets were filled with flashing lights and raised phones—people capturing the rare sight of a military transport flying over the city.

Social media was already exploding with footage, news outlets scrambling to cover the shocking events.

The death of Spike had sent ripples of fear through the population.

Whispers of uncertainty spread like wildfire.

If an S-rank had fallen so easily, what would happen next?