My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 236

Chapter 236: A dangerous Place Part 2
“What do you think about my plan?” he asked Pantheon.

(It’s good, but the demons have a distinct aura about them. I don’t know why, but I feel like they’ve been marked.)

Asher raised an eyebrow.

“Now that you mention it, I remember the humans saying they could tell if they were dealing with a demon or not,” he pointed out.

(Whatever it is, it might also be related to the one who merged the human and demon worlds together)

The ancient dragon’s reasoning was sound, and it only made Asher more wary about this place.

Then there was also the strange event when humans from this place were teleported to Alarath .

He did try to save them, but Pantheon warned him that it was too dangerous—that the strain of traveling between worlds would kill them on the spot.

It was proof that whoever sent those humans to Alarath was even more powerful than an Ancient Dragon.

Asher couldn’t shake the feeling that all of this was connected.

‘I’m getting sidetracked. I need to focus,’ he shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside for the moment.

“Do you have a way to fool them?”

(Who do you think I am?) Pantheon scoffed, its tone dripping with pride.

“So what do I do?”

(Just kidnap one demon, and I’ll handle the rest,)

Asher nodded and quickly spotted one. It didn’t take much effort, since the area was full of them.

The one he picked was a demon with a goat face—horns on its head, a messy beard, and eyes that looked too creepy.

Good thing Pantheon worked fast. The bracelet shone brightly, and in an instant, it turned the demon into particles, which were absorbed into the bracer.

Moments later, a small gem formed on the surface.

(With this stone, you’ll be able to fool everyone into thinking you’re one of them,)

“You’re a lifesaver,” he muttered aloud.

“Now it’s my turn,”

With a subtle movements, he manipulated his features.

He focused on the changes, pushing away any unnecessary distractions.

A brief throb in his head signaled the horns settling into place, the sensation quickly followed by a ripple across his skin as scales spread beneath. His jaw shifted, lengthening slightly, and his teeth sharpened to jagged points

When he opened his red-golden eyes again, the transformation was complete.

But there was still a problem. His was still too handsome, too refined, to blend in.

To fix that, he quickly crafted a makeshift metal mask, covering the lower half of his face, and his eyes shifted to a slitted gray, like those of an alligator.

With it in place, he adjusted his posture, adopting the stance of a demon as he quietly blended into the crowd.

The demons around him barely spared him a glance.

It wasn’t uncommon for them to have different faces, and the scales on his skin only added to the illusion.

They simply assumed he was some sort of reptilian , just another variation among the many types

Asher kept his movements casual, making sure to stay in line with the others.

He observed the scene around him, noting how some demons rode on beastly mounts, towering over the others.

From time to time, he spotted demons who appeared more human, with only subtle monstrous traits, and the guards gave them more respect, stepping aside as they passed.

It struck him as strange. These demons, who would kill a human on sight, seemed to hold those with a more human appearance in higher regard.

Still, he kept his focus, knowing he couldn’t let his thoughts wander too far.

When it was his turn, a demon with the head of an ant and metallic brown armor stepped forward, blocking his path.

The creature wielded a sharp, spiked sphere in one hand, and its mandibles clicked as it spoke.

“State your business here.”

Asher immediately understood the language, a smooth advantage granted by his dragon blood. It was one of the perks he knew well, thanks to the Pantheon’s teachings.

The ability to understand and communicate with almost any language was always an asset, especially in unfamiliar territories.

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before answering in the same demon tongue. Keeping his tone neutral, he said, “I am here for work,”

Asher overheard many demons using the same reason as they passed through the gates, so he decided to adopt it himself.

The ant-headed demon eyed him suspiciously for a moment, its mandibles clicking softly. But after a pause, it nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

It stepped aside, allowing him to continue. It seemed that security here wasn’t as serious as he’d expected; all of this was just formalities

This was a demon city, after all, filled with powerful and dangerous entities.

They must have thought only an idiot would cause trouble—and even if one did, they’d be easily killed.

Beasts of all kinds prowled the streets, some on leashes, others unrestrained.

Massive, four-legged creatures with scales and horns trotted alongside their demon masters, while smaller, quicker beasts skittered in the road.

The sight of monster-like creatures moving so civilized was strange, but then again, it wasn’t as if demons lacked intelligence.

They were far older than humanity’s oldest civilizations and had long since established their own order—a society as complex as humans , if not more so.

Ignoring the noise of the streets, he made his way straight to a nearby pub.

The pub was made of stone and cement, giving it a sturdy, solid feel.

This place used to be a human building, but after the city was destroyed, it was renovated to suit the new residents.

Like many other buildings in the area, it was patched up with stone and cement, giving it a mix of old and new.

The original structure still showed in the design—some old walls remained intact, though reinforced with newer materials.

His entrance didn’t attract any attention; it was normal for this place for strangers to come and go.

The beings here were mostly low-ranking, focused on their own business.

As he looked around, he assumed that the more powerful ones resided closer to the center of the city.

It was a common layout. Even medieval humans followed a similar design, as it offered better protection and allowed those in charge to overlook the entire territory.

“Are you new here?” a husky voice echoed behind him.