My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Humanity’s Innovation 1
Gilbert’s eyes narrowed with worry, so he didn’t answer right away.

He got a tip that Asher wasn’t a threat from a very reliable source—at least, not for now.

But even that didn’t erase the gnawing doubt in the pit of his stomach. Asher wasn’t just dangerous—he was unpredictable.

Gilbert stared at him for a full minute, deciding whether to be more upfront or keep his cards hidden for now.

“I suppose that depends on what you want to know,” he finally broke the silence.

Asher shook his head, the frustration building inside him. Once again, he was being taken for a ride, and every word from the old man felt like another time wasted.

As much as he hated to admit it, he had been giving them too much leeway.

It was time to set his limit—to make it clear that he wasn’t here to play games,

“That’s not how this works. You’re the one asking for my cooperation. If you want my help, you answer my questions. All of them.”

The overseer’s fingers twitched, his hesitation now more apparent. He exhaled through his nose and leaned back slightly in his chair, folding his hands together.

“What do you want to know?”

Asher didn’t hesitate. “How did your people know where I was going to teleport?”

Gilbert hesitated for a fraction of a second. His mind raced to construct a believable lie .”We just got lucky and guessed it.”

The answer was too quick. Asher’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the way the old man’s heartbeat sped up.

“Are you really here to talk, or are you just wasting my time?” Asher’s voice was colder now, harder. Every word was a warning.

Gilbert’s fingers began to tap against the table. The rhythm was off, uneven—a nervous tic he couldn’t suppress.

The tap-tap-tap felt like a countdown, each beat making the room feel smaller, suffocating. Gilbert’s throat tightened, the sound reverberating in his ears, as his mind spiraled into darker thoughts.

He started to imagine his own death. Still, even in the face of his own fear, he couldn’t bring himself to speak anything that could put humanity at risk.

His lips pressed together into a thin line. “That information is… classified.”

Asher’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. Without a word, he stood up from his chair. His body language was clear: He was done playing games.

“I hope nothing bad happens to this place after I’m gone,” Asher turned around to leave.

Gilbert’s breath hitched, his heart skipping

“Wait!” His voice cracked with a mix of desperation and fear, rising higher than he intended.

Asher paused, one foot lifted in midstep, his back still turned to the overseer.

He didn’t need to look back to know that the old man was struggling—struggling to keep it together.

And this was the moment he’d been waiting for—the tipping point.

“Be careful with your next words,” he warned, his voice dangerously low, like a blade being drawn. “If I don’t get a satisfying answer, I’ll take it as an insult”

An awkward silence followed, and Gilbert was visibly shaking, sweat beading on his forehead despite the AC in the room .

And then, just as he opened his mouth to answer, the monitor on the wall flickered to life on its own.

A single word flashed across it: Deuz.

Before Asher could fully turn around, a mechanical voice suddenly echoed from the speaker.

“Who are you ?”

[My name is Deuz,] it answered, its voice devoid of any emotion, as cold and mechanical as the words themselves

[Overseer , you can leave now. From now on, I will talk directly to Mr. Asher.]

[And Ms. Elaine. I also wish to speak with Mr. Asher in private, if you don’t mind.]

Gilbert didn’t hesitate. Without a word, he stood up from his chair. His eyes met Asher’s briefly, before he turned and walked out. Now that Deuz was here, there was no more need for him.

As for Elaine, she hesitated, glancing at Asher first. Her eyes searched his face, silently seeking reassurance.

When he nodded, the briefest flicker of relief passed over her expression.

Without another word, she turned and exited the room.

The door clicked shut behind her, and as soon as they were out of sight, the screen flickered once more. It pulsed in a steady rhythm, like the ups and downs of a sound wave—matching the tone of the speaker’s voice.

[Mr.Asher ]

[I have all the information you seek. There is no need for you to be hostile with us]

Asher walked back to his chair and sat down

“So, you’re the one pulling the strings. Why show yourself just now?”

[My identity is important for the survival of humanity, and few are aware of me. You were given an exception, Mr. Asher, due to your identity and strength.]

“If you know about my power, then you also know that I could destroy this city if I wanted to.”

[That, I don’t know, but I’ll make a mental note of it.]

There was a brief silence between them before the voice began speaking again.

[Mr. Asher. I also know that you seek to find your partner, Lucy Morningstar.]

His expression hardened, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face.

“Where did you get this information, Did you tap into Elaine’s phone ?”

[I don’t need to rely on something like that, Mr. Asher. My capabilities are far more advanced ]

The screen flickered, and a series of images flashed.

His body tensed as he saw the pictures flash before him. The first was of him as a child, with an innocent smile frozen in time.

It was a photo his mother took—one of many from his childhood, showing moments of him growing up.

Each picture reminded him of simpler times, before everything became so complicated.

Then, images from middle and high school appeared. This time, they were from cultural festivals—some pictures taken secretly by his classmates, others with just him in the background.

The photos transitioned seamlessly, showing his various workplaces, the locations where he spent years of his life.

Deuz was exposing not just his past, but his entire life footprint.