My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 240

Chapter 240: A Dangerous Place Part 6
Asher moved through the shadows, his steps light, merging with the quiet of the night. His focus sharpened as he muttered the incantation under his breath.

“Velum Tenebrarum.”

In an instant, his body blurred and blended into the darkness around him.

Next, he whispered the words for “Paenula Umbrarum.”, sinking deeper into the night like he was part of it.

His breathing slowed, and his heartbeat became almost nonexistent.

To top it off, he cast more spells to further conceal his energy and presence.

At this moment, only individuals on the level of Sorcerer King Julius could detect him.

It was ironic that he called himself a magician, because right now, even the best assassin would be embarrassed by how high level his stealth was.

He landed on one of the rooftops, choosing not to fly.

As he did, he took in the view below. The streets were far from empty, with demons filling every corner.

As expected of creatures that thrive at night, he guessed this place would be more desolate during the day, since not all low-ranking demons could bear the sun.

SWOOOOSH!

The deeper he went into the city, the stronger the demons grew. They became more humanoid.

Buildings around him began to change as well. No longer were they old, crumbling ruins. Here, the structures was rebuilt—more modern, sleek, and imposing.

The destruction was still visible: cracked walls, shattered windows, the scars of battles fought long ago—but the signs of renovation were everywhere.

New stone was laid, fresh iron beams supported the tall buildings, and large glass windows glinted in the moonlight.

The streets here were cleaner, less decayed. Streetlights flickered on, casting long shadows as demons moved between the buildings.

Some of them leaned against walls, others stood in groups talking in low voices, their conversation lost in the hum of the night. This showed how similar demons were to humans, aside from their appearance.

Unfortunately, appearance played a big role in society. Even humans often judged others based on it, so it was no wonder that demons couldn’t coexist with them.

Likewise, demons looked down on humans, seeing them as little more than food.

As he moved through the more modern district, he noticed that the air was radiating more energy.

‘This building has runes on it!’ he muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing as he studied the intricate symbols carved into the surface.

The runes were written in the demon language. Warding, tracking, and perhaps even something more dangerous.

These weren’t just decorative marks—they were protective spells, designed to keep unwanted people away.

He could easily destroy them, wipe them out with a flick of his fingers. But doing so would be reckless. The magic would activate, and the fluctuation would draw attention.

It was better to leave them alone.

Asher took a deep breath and continued to move silently, drawing closer to his destination.

(There’s a strong barrier ahead,) Pantheon’s voice echoed in his mind, a warning that didn’t need to be said twice.

“I know,” he murmured under his breath.

He hovered, floating just above the rooftop, making sure not to touch the cement floor.

In front of him, the tower stood tall and imposing, its silhouette cutting into the night sky.

But what greeted him first wasn’t the tower itself—it was the strange wall surrounding it.

The wall was unlike anything he saw before, a tall structure that stretched upwards, easily twenty stories high. But it didn’t look like metal or stone at all.

It was something else entirely.

The surface has a twisted texture that resembled the bark of an ancient tree—thick and gnarled.

But the color wasn’t the rich brown of wood, but a deep, dark crimson, like dried blood, crusted and hardened with age.

The organic, tree-like texture merged with the eerie, lifeless quality of dried blood, creating an unsettling blend that made the wall feel almost like a beating heart.

Asher frowned, studying it carefully. The wall didn’t just feel strange—it was intimidating.

Whatever this structure was, it was not of this world, nor any material he encountered before.

“What do you make of this?”

Pantheon’s response came, calm but firm.

(It’s a living organism,)

“That’s also my conclusion,” he responded,

(Judging by its size, it’s a giant monster that could form and reform at will. It’s likely a powerful demon, one that has integrated itself into the tower)

“Should I teleport directly?” he asked, his tone thoughtful.

Pantheon’s voice was quick to respond, almost as if anticipating the idea.

(Teleporting directly might seem like the quickest route, but it could be a trap. It could detect the disturbance in space and respond before you even have a chance to move. It would be better to avoid that kind of direct confrontation.)

Asher nodded, understanding the situation clearly. Even humans had ways to stop his teleportation temporarily—things like drones and barriers that interrupted his magic .

He couldn’t ignore the fact that demons, with their deep knowledge, longer history and power, most likely possessed even stronger ways to counter him.

‘I’ll investigate first,’

Leaping from one rooftop to the next, he moved like a phantom.

His eyes stayed locked on the living creature, studying its twisted surface to pinpoint the entrance.

The guards were likely complacent, thinking no one would be foolish enough to infiltrate a place filled with high-profile demons. He could use this opportunity to slip through unnoticed.

Finally, he spotted it—a massive gate, large enough to fit a ten-story building.

Its jagged edges resembled sharp teeth, and upon closer inspection, it became clear: it was indeed the maw of the beast, twisted and grotesque, like something pulled straight from a horror game.

“Is that even safe?” Asher mused aloud.

The maw’s center was filled with a thick, black, slimy substance that moved like sluggish water. It didn’t look inviting in the slightest.

And to his surprise, he saw demons and other beast mounts moving inside, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Should I?”