My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 226

Chapter 226: Tired of Being Lowkey Part 2
As the helicopter neared the Capitol, the skyline stretched out before them, dominated by a towering structure .

The building’s sleek, long form shot up into the sky, its sharp, angled peak standing out from every other structure around it.

At the top, a massive circular platform jutted out, like an eye keeping watch over the city below,

The closer they got, the more the sheer scale of the structure became apparent.

Inside the cabin, Asher leaned slightly forward, his gaze locked onto the Capitol.

Elaine, on the other hand, shifted uneasily beside him, her fingers digging into the edge of her seat.

One moment, she was just another citizen—insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

Now, she was being led straight into the heart of power, the most important place in the entire city.

She forced herself to breathe steadily, but the pounding of her heart made it difficult to focus.

“Am I really going to the Capitol just like that?” she asked aloud.

He let out a casual remark, “It’s just a building. There’s nothing to be surprised about.”

Compared to the Sorcerer King Tower, this structure was too ordinary.

The Capitol had no intricate runes pulsing with arcane energy, no enchanted defenses, no ancient golems standing sentinel. It lacked the sheer, suffocating presence of a true stronghold.

To put things into perspective, the Sorcerer’s King Tower could likely obliterate this entire city.

Asher exhaled, remembering how lucky he was back then.

If Julius, so much as activated 25% of his tower’s power, he could annihilate anyone, including him.

Gilbert and the others didn’t like his tone, but none of them dared to voice their displeasure.

At this close range, he could kill them all before they even realized they were dead.

Gilbert remained composed, though his fingers twitched slightly at his side—a subtle sign that he was more nervous than he let on.

He understood better than anyone that strength was the true authority in this world, and right now, Asher held all of it.

When they landed, they were immediately greeted by a heavily guarded helipad at the top of the building complex, where soldiers in full tactical gear were already lined up, standing at attention.

Elaine felt out of place.

She wasn’t used to being in a place like this, and it made her feel small

But when she looked at Asher, he didn’t seem worried at all. He looked… bored. Like none of this mattered to him.

“How do you do it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “How do you stay so calm?”

“I just don’t bother thinking about it,” Asher answered, his voice detached as he started walking.

They were led by Gilbert, and though he claimed to be the overseer, Asher couldn’t shake the feeling that the real authority was somewhere else.

The old man possessed some of the traits of a leader—confidence, command, and presence. Yet, something about him felt off. He lacked the dominance that should accompany his position.

In a world where power was everything, the leader’s position should go to the strongest—or, if not that, to the smartest.

Then there was the fact that someone actually managed to predict his teleportation trajectory, a feat that would be impossible for most, even for those at his level.

For example, when Julius teleported behind him before, Asher didn’t predict the Sorcerer King’s trajectory. Instead, he felt the disruption in space behind him and reacted in time.

If someone could predict a teleportation trajectory, they could cast a spell ahead of time and easily kill any opponent .

He made a mental note to uncover the secret behind it, as it could potentially make him stronger.

They were led from the rooftop down through sleek, modern-looking corridors, each one lined with large windows offering breathtaking views of the city below.

The glass panes stretched from floor to ceiling, framing the sprawling metropolis.

From this position, one could forget that the human race was facing extinction all over the world due to the threat of monsters, giant beasts, and demons.

They entered an elevator with glass walls, and as it descended, the city below stretched out, growing more impressive with each passing floor.

When it stopped, they moved through more corridors, quickly reaching their destination.

Entering the room, they were greeted by its massive size—nearly the equivalent of ten bed rooms combined.

At the center, a long table stretched out, easily capable of seating fifty people.

Its polished surface gleamed under the soft lighting, enhancing the room’s already modern feel.

At the far end, a massive screen—around 200 inches—loomed, its sheer size commanding attention.

There were no windows here, so the only light came from the ceiling, where hexagonal-shaped lights were embedded, casting a soft, even glow across the room.

“Please take a seat there,” Gilbert gestured to the far end near the screen, after instructing everyone else to exit the room, leaving just the three of them behind.

When they settled in, the overseer gave them a moment to adjust before he began speaking.

“Let me get straight to the point. Are you an ally of the human race, or an enemy?”

Asher didn’t answer right away. He studied the overseer carefully, taking a moment to think it through.

He wanted information, and he knew the best way to get it was by framing his response in a way that left room for cooperation.

After a brief pause, he leaned back in his chair.

“I’m not here to save it, if that’s what you’re asking. But I’m not here to destroy it either. I’ve got some business to take care of, and if you offer me something in return, I won’t mind fixing a few of your problems.”

“Really?” Gilbert stood up, unable to hide his excitement.

“Sure,” Asher said, tapping his finger on the table. “But you have to answer my questions first. And you better not lie to me, or I’ll change my mind… and trust me, you won’t like what will happen next.”