My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Greed Part 2
Everything around him vanished for a moment as the lightning slammed into him.

All he could see was pure white, and the worst part was that none of his defense spells did anything to mitigate the damage.

It didn’t break his barrier—it simply pierced through it, leaving him exposed, relying solely on his own body’s durability to survive.

Index’s handmade robe, usually a safeguard against such dangers, didn’t even activate.

This lightning wasn’t a normal element—it had something behind it that bypassed the laws of physics, preventing anyone from stopping it.

No wonder Pantheon warned him. His body wasn’t strong enough yet to handle this kind of power.

And if it hadn’t been for the scales now covering his skin, he would have been torn apart.

And this was just the first strike. The storm was far from over.

‘I need to focus on my body,’ he decided, choosing to cast spells that would enhance his durability to the fullest.

He wasn’t a pure dragon and didn’t have innate durability, so he had to compensate using his enhancing, healing, and buff spells. Every spell he could think of, he casted them all.

As the storm continued to rage, the next thunderclap sounded, and his senses heightened. It was coming again.

The second strike hit, even stronger than the first.

CRACK!

This time, the force nearly lifted him off his feet, a wave of blistering heat and pain crashing into his body. But thanks to his preparation, he was able to handle it a little better.

CRACK!

The third strike came faster, the lightning arcing down with a blinding brilliance. His body convulsed under the hit, the shock ripping through him like an explosion.

But he managed to endure it, despite the overwhelming, penetrative power of the strikes.

CRACK!

The fourth hit came, and Asher barely had time to brace himself before the bolt slammed again.

The fifth strike landed with a deafening roar, hitting him squarely in the back. The impact sent shockwaves through his body, and he staggered forward, barely able to keep his balance.

By the sixth strike, his body was already on the edge of collapse. The lightning was coming faster now, each bolt stronger, more destructive. His clothes were torn, his skin scorched, and his body ached with a pain he couldn’t even describe.

But he refused to fall.

CRACK!

CRACK!

The seventh, and eighth strikes hit in quick succession. The air around him was filled with the smell of burning flesh, the crackling of energy and the deafening thunder that seemed to rip the sky apart.

His body was breaking down, his mind barely holding on, but he pushed through each wave of pain, refusing to let the storm defeat him.

Finally, the ninth strike came, the final wave.

CRACK!

It tore through him, sending a shockwave of pain so intense it felt like he was being shattered into a thousand pieces.

“I made it…” he gasped for air.

Finally, it was over.

But then, the 10th strike came without warning, faster than any before it.

Pantheon, caught off guard by the sudden resurgence of power, wasn’t even able to react in time.

“ARGGGGG!” Asher roared in pain, his voice ripping through the air, a sound filled with agony and defiance.

The sky above darkened again, the clouds swirling as if preparing for another strike.

Pantheon, sensing the danger, moved to act, its massive wings shifting with the intention to protect its master.

But before it could make its move, Asher’s rugged voice echoed through the air.

“I can take it!”

The words were raw, full of grit and determination. Despite the pain,he wasn’t going to let anyone interfere.

This was a rare opportunity for him to become much stronger in a short amount of time, and he wouldn’t let it slip.

Pantheon, seeing its master’s resolve, could only stand back, filled with newfound respect.

The storm, seemingly hearing his defiance, intensify .

It didn’t hesitate, unleashing its fury on him once more.

The 11th strike hit, followed by the 12th, the 13th, the 14th, the 15th and finally the 16th.

By the time the final strike hit, half of his body was already destroyed.

His skin was scorched, his muscles barely holding together.

It was a miracle that he was still alive, his heart somehow still beating.

The storm, satisfied that it had tested him beyond reason, began to dissipate, the clouds slowly parting as the thunder faded into the distance.

But he was barely conscious, his body battered beyond recognition, and his will alone holding him together.

And then, just as he thought he might finally break, a shift began.

The pain began to fade—not all at once, but in waves, as though something deep within him had awakened.

At first, it was subtle, like a distant hum at the back of his mind. But then, he felt it—his body starting to heal, the pain fading as it was replaced with a sensation of incredible growth.

The first change was in his skin. He could feel the scales on his body tightening and shifting, becoming more refined, more resilient.

They were no longer just a protective shell, but a part of him, a mark of the transformation taking place.

Then, a strange pressure in his bones signaled another changed. His height began to increase, slowly at first, as if his body was stretching to accommodate the new power surging through him.

His spine stretched, his muscles expanded, and every part of his body seemed to grow stronger, more defined.

What were once solid, well-trained muscles began to bulk up even more, becoming harder and more toned.

His abs, previously tight with 10 distinct ridges, now shifted into 12, each one sharper and more defined, a sign of the raw power building inside him.

Then, he felt a strange sensation along his back, like a twisting force pulling at the muscles.

His back muscles hardened and morphed, slowly forming into a pattern that resembled the fierce, angry face of a dragon.

It wasn’t just an image—it felt like the spirit of the dragon itself had carved its mark into him, a permanent part of who he was becoming.

Every inch of his body was changing, becoming more than humanoid.

He was evolving.