My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Dragon Essence Part 1
“ARGHHHHH!”

Another roar tore from his throat, but this time, it was different.

Deeper. Stronger. It wasn’t just a human’s cry of pain—it was something far more primal, a mix of man and beast fused into one terrifying sound.

Asher rose to his feet once his limbs fully regenerated, a surge of newfound strength pulsing through him.

The scales covering his body, deep and midnight black, remained dominant, absorbing the light like a void.

But something began to change. Faint streaks of color—subtle veins of red that once run through the darkness like blood—began to shimmer.

Then, as if touched by something divine, the red shimmered, flickering between shades, before slowly melting into a brilliant gold.

But this wasn’t the only big difference in his appearance now.

His long, snow-white hair flowed down his shoulders, a contrast to the dark horns curving from his head. The horns, sharp and ridged, were mostly black, lined with traces of metallic gold.

The change in his eyes was also impossible to ignore The whites darkened to a deep, blood-red shade, making the golden irises glow even brighter.

From his back, massive golden wings spread wide, their leathery texture framed by jagged black edges. The wings resembled Pantheon’s in shape, but their color was distinctly different.

When the transformation finished, he stood there, a being of both destruction and majesty

“What happened to me?” he mused aloud, his voice now much deeper than before.

He looked at his hands, now transformed with sharp, claw-like fingernails that resembled those of a beast.

Each finger ended in a deadly point, gleaming in the light, so sharp they seemed capable of slicing through even the hardest metal.

(You actually turned into one.) Pantheon’s voice echoed.

Asher raised his head in confusion.

“You mean a half dragon? I thought it would take me years to fully assimilate?”

There was a moment of silence, even Pantheon, the ancient dragon, was at a loss for words.

The speed and scale of his transformation were beyond anything it could have imagined.

Not only did his body changed so drastically, but he also endured sixteen lightning strikes.

That was something only an ancient dragon could pull off, and even then, it was because of their birthright. They were born with bodies already strengthened by their bloodline, making it possible for them to withstand such extreme tests.

But that wasn’t the only thing that made surviving sixteen strikes so monumental.

It wasn’t just about the physical feat—it revealed something far more significant. It showed that his potential was in no way weaker than that of an Ancient Dragon.

In fact, due to his already perfected magical body, his potential skyrocketed.

(I thought the same, but for some reason, you awakened too soon. And it’s not all good news,) Pantheon’s voice grew more solemn.

“Can you elaborate more?” He clenched his fist, feeling the raw power surge through him.

It was overwhelming—his muscles felt like they could rip through steel with ease.

The power thrumming beneath his skin was too strong, and what was even more unnerving was that he wasn’t using any magic at all. It was all him.

Pantheon’s voice echoed once more, this time with a faint trace of concern

(That’s the result of the transformation. You’re feeling the raw essence of your dragon form. It’s a power that transcends anything you’ve known before, but it’s dangerous. If you unleash too much of it, the consequences will be catastrophic.)

Asher’s eyes narrowed, his grip on his fist tightening. “But this… I feel unstoppable. Why should I hold back?”

(You are not yet in full control of it,) Pantheon replied, the seriousness of its tone deepening.

(You may feel invincible, but your not ready to handle this kind of power. The dragon’s strength is immense, but it comes with a price. Your soul is struggling to keep up with the transformation, and if you push it too far, you risk tearing yourself apart.)

His heart pounded in his chest as he processed this revelation.

“So, if I let go… if I really let loose… what happens?”

(Your soul would begin to crack under the strain. The dragon’s rage would consume you, leaving only the beast behind. You’d become a mindless force of destruction, with no regard for friend or foe. The worst part is, once that state takes over, it could be nearly impossible to come back from it.)

“A mindless beast…I can’t let that happen.”

(Don’t worry,) it reassured him

(As long as you don’t push this form to its limits, that state won’t be triggered. And with the strength of your magic, you won’t need to rely on the dragon’s power too much. You can take your time while your soul adjusts to your body)

Asher took a deep breath.

The idea of his soul adjusting to his body struck him as well. He could feel it—an unsettling connection between his consciousness and the dragon’s essence coursing through him.

The power was both intoxicating and dangerous. He could feel it wanting to take over, pulling at him with every instinct, every desire to unleash more.

“Speaking of magic,” he asked, “does this mean my spells will be more powerful from now on?”

He furrowed his brow, inspecting his inner core. He did not noticed much of a change there.

The transformation seemed focused more on refining his physical form.

(Yes, but not in a direct way. Now that your body is more durable, you’ll be able to withstand more powerful enhancement spells, even with your base body)

Asher nodded, understanding what this meant. It reminded him of Spike’s ability.

Spike’s power was practically endless, but it was still limited by how much the awakener’s body could handle.

He thought back to his fight with Julius. During that battle, he pushed his strength to about 1000%, and his body couldn’t handle it for an extended period of time.

But now, he could push himself harder without the fear of the severe backlash.