My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 230

Chapter 230: Her Actions Part 2
Asher’s chest felt tight, every breath harder to take as his anger reached it’s peak.

BOOOOM!

His aura exploded outward. The entire building shook from the pressure.

The lights flickered, and the walls groaned, struggling to hold up against the overwhelming power radiating from him.

It was a good thing there were no living beings inside right now, or they would died on the spot from the sheer amount of killing intent he was releasing.

Even when he fought Julius, he never unleashed this much bloodlust. It showed just how much turmoil and stress he was under.

His mind-zero activated, trying to calm him down, but every time he recalled what happened to his mother, the anger surged back like a flood, uncontrollable and nonstop.

“You’re lying…” His hands balled into fists, his body tense, ready to explode again.

His eyes stayed locked on the screen, unwilling to look away even though every second of footage felt like a stab to his heart.

“Why are you trying to trick me?”

[Mr. Asher, I’m not lying. I am merely showing you the data that I extracted.]

“How could she… how could Lucy do this?” The words slipped from his mouth, full of pain and confusion.

He knew her. Loved her. She meant so much to him, and now she was the one who took away the one person who had always been there for him—his mother.

“Where is she? Give me her location. And if I find out you’re lying to me, I’ll come back here and destroy you,” he threatened.

There was no use debating with an artificial intelligence; he would get his answer directly from her mouth.

[Take this phone. I have downloaded the new map of this world to this location. If you follow it, it will lead you directly to her territory.]

Asher wasted no time. He grabbed the phone that appeared in the hidden compartment of the wall, and before Deuz could say anything else, he vanished into thin air.

He appeared above the building and quickly checked the device, which gave him a general idea of where she was.

BOOOOM!

He shot through the sky, his speed breaking the sound barrier with ease.

People could only catch a brief streak of him before he vanished into the horizon.

His destination was far away, but he had enough power to sustain a long flight.

Though he could only use up to 15% of his power output at a time, that didn’t mean he lacked access to his full reserves.

(You’re being too impulsive,) Pantheon’s voice echoed.

Asher did not respond. He didn’t want to. His mind was consumed with rage, and even conversing felt pointless.

Seeing his mother’s death was more than he could handle, pushing him beyond the point of reason.

(What do you even plan to do after meeting her?)

“I want the truth,” he managed to force out a reply.

(And what if the answer you get is not what you want? What will you do with her?)

Asher hesitated. He still couldn’t fully believe that Lucy could have done such a thing.

She knew how much he loved his mother, so her actions didn’t make sense to him.

Why would she do it?

A part of him was clinging to the hope that what he saw was a lie, that his mother was still alive and being cared for by her.

He didn’t want to accept the harsh reality that was presented to him by Deuz.

The thunderous roar of his flight attracted the attention of multiple giant flying beasts.

These beasts were feared by many, and even S-rank Awakeners wouldn’t engage them in battle due to their superiority in the air.

Their size and power made them nearly unstoppable without proper preparation, which only made them more arrogant.

They saw Asher, a small figure heading their way, and thought of him as nothing more than an ant—easy prey. But they couldn’t have been more wrong.

His body crackled with lightning as he summoned a wing made of the same element, slicing through the air.

SWOOOOSH!

The beasts were quickly destroyed upon impact, their tough bodies like butter under a hot knife.

Anyone dumb enough to stand in his way would meet the same fate.

His focus was unwavering, and nothing would stop him from reaching his destination.

(Stop using so much of your power! Do you want that angel hunting you down to find you?) Pantheon warned.

The angel was a dangerous force, and Pantheon knew it wasn’t something Asher could afford to fight, especially in his current state of mind.

But he refused to heed the warning and picked up speed.

(I said stop it! If you get captured, then how are you going to save Index?)

(Are you going to let your wife be trapped in the void forever?)

Asher abruptly stopped mid-air, his sudden paused causing shockwaves that tore through the clouds, scattering them in all directions.

The memories of Index—their shared moments, her smile, her laugh—flashed before his eyes, and in that instant, the rage subsided, replaced by a deep, crushing realization.

He had to be careful. His emotions couldn’t cloud his judgment, not when there was still so much at stake.

(Good, now land first, so we can talk,)

Nodding, he descended into one of the canyons below.

The rocky walls embraced him as he landed, the ground cracking slightly under the force of his landing.

For now, he realized it was better to listen to Pantheon.

As a third party, the dragon’s thoughts were more unbiased, seeing the situation from angles he couldn’t, clouded by his emotions.

He needed to clear his head before moving forward. He didn’t want to forget about his mother, but he had to keep his mind clear.

Pantheon’s voice echoed in his mind again.

(Focus, Asher. You can get through this. But you need to think. Do not let this moment make you reckless.)

He clenched his fists, the pain of his past pulling at him, but this time, he resisted.