My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Jump Part 1
Asher didn’t take her hand. His eyes stayed on the crowd while his voice dropped even lower.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

Nyla pulled back her hand and sat down beside him anyway, legs crossed, smiling like she didn’t hear the warning in his tone.

“Neither are you. Yet here we are. Destiny, maybe?” She twirled a strand of her green hair while her emerald eyes sparkled with mischief.

He leaned back just enough to keep her in his peripheral vision. “Are you following me?”

“Not intentionally,” she said, tilting her head. “I followed my heart, and it led me to you. Maybe it was love at first sight. What do you think?”

“I’m not here to play games. If you don’t have anything worth saying, then leave me alone.”

Nyla didn’t take his words to heart.

“Don’t be like that. If I’m right, we’re headed to the same place—the big Astral beast, right?”

Asher paused, eyes narrowing. Only a few people in this station were here for that mission because of how far and dangerous it was. There was no way she could have guessed it.

“How did you know?”

“I don’t. I was just guessing, and you confirmed it.”

‘This girl.’

With good reasons, he didn’t appreciate her attitude. She looked at him like he was part of some amusement only she understood.

But even with all that, he couldn’t deny her strength. Now that he had someone to compare—Astra and Raven—he could say with confidence that she was on a different level.

More dangerous. Unlike the others, he couldn’t read her. Not even a hint of her real power slipped through. That alone said enough.

“Hey, why are you so quiet? Let’s exchange information as future comrades,” she said with a grin.

“Or, if you’re looking for something more, I’m open to that too. I’m pretty flexible—both in a fight and in bed.” She winked, but it was obviously a joke.

“I’m leaving,”

Her grin widened. “Are you sure? Because if you don’t talk to me, I’ll get very lonely and might find someone else to keep me company. And who knows—I could accidentally mention that the man the Crimzahr family’s after is escaping through the Hyperion Portal.”

She said it casually, but her eyes watched him closely, waiting to see how he would react.

This confirmed it—she knew everything about him. That meant she wasn’t just powerful. She had connections. Influence. Maybe even protection from someone higher up.

“Tsk,” he clicked his tongue. “Okay. Let’s exchange information. But promise you won’t tell anyone about me.”

“Yes, I promise,” she said, raising her finger for a pinky swear.

“Your word is enough.”

“So you’re there to redirect it too?” he asked, his voice still stiff.

“Oh god, no. I’m just there to collect materials. Did you know the Astral Beast leaves a trail of rare stuff when it gets hit? So while you space mercenaries do the fighting, I’ll be scavenging.”

“Is that even allowed?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Tsk tsk, of course it’s allowed. We even have a permit from the Relic Association. Besides, we’ll compensate you for your hard work—if you survive,” she said, flashing a sharp grin, as if already betting on his failure.

Curious, he asked, “Is it really that dangerous?”

She touched her chin, thinking it over. “Well, it’s not uncommon for dozens of S Ranks to die. Sometimes the death toll even reaches a hundred. So yeah, it’s pretty dangerous.”

“Then why aren’t more high-ranking beings doing it?”

“I don’t know all the details, but I heard that when an Astral Beast senses someone too powerful, it switches from passive to attack mode really fast. So only beings below SS rank can get close without triggering it.”

‘Wait, does this mean it can sense you, Pantheon?’

(Don’t worry, brat. I’m severely weakened. That stupid thing can’t detect me.)

‘Why do you sound so proud of being weak now?’ Asher asked, a hint of dry humor in his voice.

(Brat, what do you want me to do? Cry you a river?)

Asher didn’t reply. He just wanted to tease the dragon a little—a small payback.

Back to Nyla, she kept talking without a break.

Seeing there was no stopping her, Asher decided to lead the conversation by asking questions.

Slowly, her chatter shifted from useless small talk to information that actually mattered.

“What do you know about this Astral Beast? Anything useful?”

She smiled, pleased to hare. “It’s huge—bigger than most small planets out there. Its skin can block almost any weapon of mass destruction, which is why killing it is not an option.”

She lowered her voice. “But there’s a weak spot—some say it’s near its three hearts, though no one’s gotten close enough to confirm.”

“Any information about it? Like, has an SSS rank ever tried to fight it?”

“As far as I know, no SSS rank has ever fought it directly,” Nyla replied. “It’s not worth it the effort.”

Just as she was about to dive deeper into her story, a group approached quickly. One of them called out, “Nyla, stop bothering him.”

“But he’s my type,” she protested.

Her group mates were all A Ranks, but looked more mature.

One of them, a brown-haired woman with long ears, bowed her head. “Sorry about our Q.. Nyla—she can be a bit childish sometimes.”

Sometimes was an understatement—she talked way too much.

“It’s alright, just take her away from me.”

Nyla frowned and pouted. “Why are you brushing me off like that? After you use me?”

Her words caught Asher off guard. Her also teammates glanced at him with suspicion, their eyes narrowing.

“It’s a misunderstanding. We just exchanged information,” he said, keeping his tone calm to avoid making things worse.

“That’s what I said—you used me!”

Before she could say more, a tall elven man with dark skin hit her on the head.

“Ouch!” she cried out, clearly exaggerating.

“Stop causing a scene and apologize to this man right now.”

“I…” Nyla looked unconvinced but still did as asked. With that, they finally took their leave, giving him some peace and quiet.

As he stared at her back, a strong sense of deja vu washed over him.

The dryad girl from Alarath came to mind—just as stubborn and loud.

He wondered if anyone connected to trees or nature was always this annoying. Now that he thought about it, Mirelyn (Fairy Queen) has her immature side too.

More hours passed, and finally, it was time to board the mothership.

Asher walked forward, pulling out his ticket from his pocket.

The surface was smooth, embedded with glowing text and a small barcode.

He held it steady in front of the scanner by the entrance.

A sharp beep sounded, and the scanner’s light shifted from red to green.

The gate slid open with a quiet hiss.

Stepping onto the teleporter pad, he felt a faint vibration beneath his feet.

A moment later, everything around him blurred, then snapped back into focus. The cold metal walls of the station disappeared, replaced by the sleek, polished interior of the mothership.

He looked around. Soft lights traced the edges of the corridor, casting a cool glow.

Cluster of small drones appeared, their sensors blinking in synchronized patterns.

They hovered close and began to move forward, signaling for the passengers to follow.

He walked after the one assigned to him.

After several turns, the drone stopped in front of a sliding door.

It opened silently, revealing a room larger than he expected. The drone went inside first, hovering near the ceiling as if waiting for further commands.

Inside, the room was divided into two sections.

To one side, a modest bedroom stood, separated by a frosted glass partition. The bed was neatly made, with a simple but soft blanket folded at the foot.

The other side served as a living area. A low couch sat against the wall, facing a sleek console embedded in the opposite side.

A small table rested in the middle, empty but clean. The far wall held a large window, showing the blackness of space dotted with stars.

But the view wasn’t real—it was just a high-definition video, looping silently to give the room a sense of depth and calm.

Asher sank into the couch for a moment, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

The drone blinked softly in the background, waiting silently until he was ready to move again.

It worked like a personal butler, handling small tasks and answering questions.

At the same time, it served as surveillance, making sure no one on board tried anything suspicious.

If it ever got damaged, guards would show up immediately, searching for whoever was responsible.

[BEEP—BEEP.]

The drone’s lights flickered as it projected a glowing screen in front of him.

[Please watch a five-minute video about the rules and regulations of the mothership. A quiz will follow to make sure all passengers understand the guidelines]

The holographic display showed images of the ship’s layout, safety procedures, and strict behavior codes.

Asher watched quietly.