My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 237

Chapter 237: A Dangerous Place Part 3
Asher turned his head, his gaze settling on the person who just spoke behind his back.

The creature’s face resembled a cockroach, with big, glossy black eyes reflecting the dim light of the pub.

Its body, shaped like a human’s, was covered in a hard, insect-like bronze shell.

Long, sharp fingers twitched slightly as it moved, and a pair of folded wings rested against its back, making a faint rustling sound when it sat onto the stool beside him.

With that cockroach face, it was impossible to tell.

It stared at him for a long time, and if he was being honest, he had no idea what expression it was making.

Was it smiling?

Angry?

Deep in thought?

Good thing one of the many perks of being a dragon—the absolute peak of existence among all organisms—was an innate ability to sense the emotions of other creatures.

He didn’t know how it worked, exactly. It just did, like breathing.

If he needed to guess, it probably related to how ancient dragons were travelers of worlds.

They roamed across countless realms, encountering all sorts of strange creatures, so developing a way to understand them made perfect sense.

A skill like that wasn’t just useful—it was practically a necessity.

“Yes I’m new here,” he responded flatly . He planned to gather information anyway, so this unexpected conversation could work in his favor.

The cockroach-faced demon let out a strange, clicking laugh.

“Name’s Vertex. I’m a mercenary around here. If you’re looking for work, I can hook you up with something.” His mandibles twitched as he spoke, making his voice sound even creepier.

Asher raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to recruit me just like that? That seems a little suspicious, doesn’t it?”

Vertex leaned forward and placed his clawed hands on the rough wooden counter.

“Newcomers like you don’t last long unless they find a way to be useful. Besides, you look like you can handle yourself.”

A deep, rough laugh came from a nearby table, where a group of mercenaries sat drinking from jagged metal cups.

Their armor was a mismatched collection of scavenged plates, leather straps, and reinforced cloth, each piece worn and battle-scarred.

Some had thick, spiked pauldrons, while others wore tattered cloaks draped over their shoulders, the fabric stained with dust and dried blood.

One of them, a huge beast with cracked horns and glowing orange eyes, glanced in their direction. His chest was covered in heavy, dark iron plating, scratched and dented from countless battles.

“Vertex, you trying to drag another poor soul into your mess? I heard the last time you went through those gateways, all your men died, and you ran away with your tail between your legs!”

Laughter rumbled through the air, rolling across the pub like a wave.

Judging by the reactions, the cockroach demon wasn’t just known here—he was infamous.

A few demons smirked over their drinks, while others outright cackled, their jagged teeth flashing in the dim light.

Some shook their heads, muttering under their breath, as if this was just another classic Vertex moment.

Vertex scoffed but didn’t turn around. “Mind your own business, Garzul. This one actually looks competent.”

“So were the last ones….And where are they now? Oh, that’s right. Dead. You know why, Vertex?” Garzul snorted.

“Because they had a coward and an idiot leading them,” he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “But what do we expect from an insect demon like you? You’re pathetic!’

A few demons smirked, enjoying the show, while others shifted uncomfortably, sensing that the insult cut deep—especially now that Garzul wasn’t just mocking one person, but the entire lineage of insect demons.

However—

He wasn’t finished yet.

“No wonder your ancestors were just as worthless. Beelzebub got himself killed like an idiot, thinking he could actually win. What a joke.”

Vertex’s mandibles twitched violently, his claws digging into the counter hard enough to leave faint scratch marks. His wings gave another sharp rustle, the sound like dry leaves scraping together.

“You dare insult our ancestor?”

A group of insect demons who watched silently from the sidelines now stood up.

Asher, watching from the sidelines, observed everything with interest.

At the same time, an odd feeling crept over him when they mentioned the name Beelzebub.

He couldn’t quite place it—there was no reason for the name to mean anything to him—but the moment it was spoken, a strange sensation settled in his chest.

It wasn’t fear, nor was it recognition. More like… an itch in the back of his mind.

Frowning slightly, he turned his attention back to the growing tension in the room. The last thing he needed was to get distracted when a brawl was about to break out.

But just before the confrontation could escalate, a demon with a white goat-like face and sharp, piercing eyes stepped out from the back office.

He wore a perfectly tailored tuxedo, the dark fabric crisp and spotless, exuding an air of authority.

Despite his unsettling face—he carried himself with a level of dignity that made the entire room pause.

The moment he looked around the pub, the tension in the room toned down. The insect demons, who were just about to attack stopped in their tracks.

Even Garzul, who was grinning a moment ago, pressed his lips together and slowly lowered his hands.

Without a single word, the goat-faced demon walked forward, his presence alone enough to drain the fight out of the room.

Asher arched an eyebrow, intrigued. ‘What is this thing?’

Seeing the confusion in Asher’s eyes, Vertex leaned in to whisper,

“That’s a clone of Demon King Baelthorn. I advise you not to do anything stupid because they’re everywhere—any place where there’s money to be made. And this establishment belongs to him.”

“How many demon kings are in this city exactly?” Asher asked, frowning. He thought Lucy was the one in charge.

But from what he was hearing, this Baelthorn was even more powerful.

The ability to clone itself was a formidable ability on its own.