My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 253

Chapter 253: One By One
A massive, spiraling blast of compressed air shot from his maw, tearing through the air with devastating force.

The winds screamed as they surged toward the barrier, twisting into a storm powerful enough to rip apart mountains.

This was his strongest breath attack—one that no foe ever survived.

BOOOOOM!

The moment the attack hit the barrier, it shattered, tearing through layer after layer until it reached the fifth.

The force sent shockwaves spiraling out from the tower, sending violent gusts of wind in every direction.

Buildings around the tower crumbled in an instant. Roads split apart as if the earth itself was screaming.

All demons who failed to flee in time were consumed by the dust storm.

Even the Demon Kings, beings of immense power, were forced to retreat to the skies.

They ascended higher, casting layers of defensive spells just to endure the sheer force of the blast.

But even from above, the devastation was terrifying.

From their vantage point, the entire city vanished beneath a swirling, chaotic cloud.

The once-thriving capital of demons was reduced to an abyss of nothingness.

And in their minds, one thought echoed—No one could have survived that.

But as the dust slowly began to clear, a single golden light glowed.

And within it—stood the tower.

Zagan, still midair, trembled.

How? His strongest attack not only failed—it utterly collapsed before the barrier’s might.

Asher raised his finger, and a massive golden magic circle materialized in the sky, crackling with lightning.

It was just one spell.

But Zagan wasted no time to flee. There was no hesitation, no last words of defiance.

He knew he lost. Dignity didn’t matter anymore.

For the first time, he was running—not out of strategy, but because he was terrified of what might come next.

Asher’s eyes turned to the other Demon Kings, and they also ran.

They scattered like prey before a predator, fleeing in every direction, desperate to escape before they became the next target.

Asher stood there, unmoving. The battle was over, but he didn’t lower his guard.

Instead, he became much more cautious. His puppets teleported, spreading out across the area.

If any of the Demon Kings tried to return, they’d be detected before getting close.

He couldn’t control them naturally, but if they only served as radar, there’d be no problem—so long as they transmitted the information he needed.

‘I need to calm down,’ he thought. Though he tried to stay composed, the taste of blood filled his mouth, and a thin trickle ran from his nose, hidden beneath his mask.

That attack was stronger than expected—even the blood wall was completely obliterated.

‘Are all lesser dragons really that powerful?’ he mused aloud, his eyes scanning the now flattened city.

(The power he showed was already at the level of a greater dragon. He’s very talented—dangerously so. If not for his own bloodline holding him back, he’d be a force of nature with enough time.)

Asher agreed with Pantheon.

This was exactly why he didn’t chase him. Killing a dragon with such high magic resistance would take too much energy.

Even if he won, he’d be exhausted—an easy target for the other Demon Kings.

And he wasn’t foolish enough to believe they didn’t have their own hidden trump cards.

After taking a moment to ensure the area was safe, he turned toward Lucy’s family.

They stood unharmed, a small relief considering what had just transpired within the tower.

Lucian, the patriarch, took a slow step forward. His gaze flickered toward Asher, gratitude barely hiding the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Thank you. We would never have made it out without your help. I… I don’t know what we can do to repay you.”

Asher’s gaze remained unreadable as he pointed toward Lucy, his voice cold and direct. “I want your daughter.”

The words dropped like a stone into the fragile silence, and for a heartbeat, no one moved.

Inside their heads, a single thought echoed. What was it about Lucy and powerful beings?

Lucian slowly turned toward his daughter, his gaze heavy with concern.

If she rejected Zagan, someone who pursued her for years, how could she possibly agree to a complete stranger who appeared out of nowhere?

Everyone waited for her response. She glanced at Asher, then to her family.

“I’m grateful for everything,” her voice cracked. “You’ve saved us, but I can’t… I can’t give you my heart. I can offer you my body, but nothing more.”

“Lucy!” Lisette lashed out, resentment flashing in her eyes. She stood and slapped her little sister across the face, the sound ringing out in the room.

“Why are you so stubborn? What do you want from us? Do you hate us? Do you want us all to die?”

Tears welled up in Lisette’s eyes, but she fought them back, her voice trembling. “We barely survived today. If you keep pushing, there might not be a next time.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m just telling the truth. There’s already someone I love,” Lucy clenched her fists, unable to hide the sadness in her face.

Her sister’s eyes widened in disbelief before rage took over.

“Are you serious?!” she shouted, her voice filled with frustration. “He’s gone! Dead! No matter how much you love him, he’s never coming back!”

Lisette took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “How long are you going to keep living in the past? When will you finally open your eyes?”

Lucy stayed silent. No matter what she said, no one would understand how she felt.

Lisette turned to Asher and dropped to her knees. “Please, if you don’t mind… I’m willing to serve you,” she pleaded desperately.

She bore a striking resemblance to Lucy, but where Lucy’s beauty had a youthful charm, she leaned toward a more mature elegance.

“Please, I’ll do whatever you ask,” one of them begged.

“Me too,” another voice added, trembling.

“Just… don’t mind our sister’s words.”

Her declaration set off a chain reaction. One by one, they knelt before him, offering themselves.