My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Dragon Essence Part 2
‘Wait… if I combined that state with my dragon form…’ he muttered to himself, his mind racing with possibilities.

‘Theoretically speaking, I could reach up to 2000%, maybe even 3000% before hitting my breaking point’

And not just that.

‘Even at 1000%, my body would be more durable, and I could sustain the form longer without breaking down’

He was tempted to test his new strength right away.

But he reminded himself that this form was a last resort—pushing it too soon would be reckless.

Meanwhile, Pantheon’s eyes remained fixed on Asher.

It could already feel the change. The dragon’s influence was seeping deeper into Asher’s mind, reshaping him bit by bit.

Asher was aware of the risks, of course. But the intoxicating taste of power made it easy to push those concerns aside.

“Let’s see,” Asher murmured, closing his eyes and focusing on his breathing.

Slowly, he willed his scales, wings, and horns to retract, merging back into his body.

The transformation was gradual, each part of him changing and folding back, the dragon’s power retreating beneath his skin.

He felt the weight of it all ease as his body returned to something more familiar.

When he opened his eyes, he appeared much the same as before. However, his body was taller now, muscles more defined .

His mind was clearer, and though the strength was still there, he didn’t feel the need to test it by smashing everything in sight. Instead, there was a sense of control.

(Are you okay now?) Pantheon’s voice echoed.

“I’m still a bit pissed off after watching that video, but I can handle it better now. I feel like I released most of my pent-up frustration from all that shouting.” He exhaled deeply, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

The anger was still there, but it no longer had the same hold on him. It was just a fire, one he could keep under control.

(What’s your next plan?)

Asher paused, his gaze drifting as he thought about the next step.

“I’m going to see Lucy myself and ask her about the truth,”

“As for what I’ll do… I’ll decide after I get her side of the story.”

He couldn’t make any moves until he understood the full picture.

(Then let’s go. Maintaining this place isn’t really easy, and let me remind you, I used up most of my powers to create this, so it will take a month to fully recover. You’re on your own)

“Got it. I’ll handle things for now.” He paused, his voice softening.

“And… thank you. I know I kind of forced your hand with this, but you really helped me. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

His gaze lingered for a moment, genuine gratitude in his eyes.

It was true that they started as complete strangers, maybe even enemies, but Pantheon—despite its arrogance—had helped him a lot.

(Brat, stop being dramatic,) Pantheon scoffed, though its tone showed a hint of awkwardness.

(I only helped because our fates are tied for ten years. After that, I’m out.)

Asher couldn’t help but smile while ignoring the dragon’s obvious attempt to save face.

He raised his hand, watching as it transformed back into a bracelet, the familiar weight of it settling on his wrist.

With that, he pushed off the ground, his body lifting into the air as he flew toward the direction of his old city.

His phone was destroyed during the transformation, but the general direction was still fresh in his memory. He knew where to go, and the path ahead felt clearer than ever.

The wind tugged at his hair, a cool breath against his skin as he soared through the sky.

Below, the landscape began to transform, the barren desert canyons slowly dissolving into a thick, vibrant expanse of greenery.

The trees, while not as towering as those in Alarath, stood proudly, their trunks thick and their branches spreading wide.

Below, Asher’s could feel the presence of thousands of beasts and monsters lurking within the dense foliage.

Though the landscape was beautiful, it was clear this place was far more dangerous than the barren desert plains he’d left behind.

It was no surprise that humans did not build a city here. Survival would be a constant challenge, the threat of attack woven into the very fabric of the land.

As if to prove his point, he spotted a swarm of flying beasts in the distance—thousands of them, soaring through the sky with a disturbing sense of unity.

They were courageous, perhaps even foolish, believing their numbers made them invincible.

The creatures resembled oversized black crows, their wings wide, cutting through the air with frightening speed.

But it was their eyes that truly stood out—huge and blood-red, glowing fiercely against the the sky.

From a distance, they looked like a swirling cloud of darkness, dotted with the ominous red gleam of their eyes, each one staring down their target.

Unfortunately for the swarm of flying beasts, they were heading straight for someone they should have never messed with.

Asher’s eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he began chanting.

Words of power rolled off his tongue, and fireballs the size of basketballs materialized around him.

At first, it was only a handful, but they multiplied quickly, swirling and spinning until thousands of them filled the air.

The flying beasts, sensing the imminent danger, began to scatter in all directions, their wings flapping wildly as they tried to retreat.

But it was already too late.

Asher’s fireballs shot forward at blistering speed, breaking the sound barrier with deafening cracks.

BOOOOM!

The sky exploded into a sea of orange as the flames bloomed outward, stretching like a wildfire of destruction, consuming every flying beast in sight.

When the flames finally began to subside, there was nothing left of the swarm but charred remnants, countless burnt bodies falling from the sky like a rain of blackened ash.

His expression remained detached, like someone who’d simply swatted away an annoying fly, and he carried on without a second glance.