My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Unexpected Outcome
His body healed faster now, the effects of consuming more humans becoming apparent.

The bullet holes in his chest and arms closed up one by one, with his skin coming together at an unnatural speed.

The blood that had spilled around him on the cold concrete floor seemed to vanish, almost like it was being pulled back into his body.

In seconds, his wounds were gone, leaving smooth skin with no sign of injury.

But the process wasn’t without its toll.

His head pounded, leaving him feeling a bit dizzy. As he forced himself to stand, his knee trembled. Moving felt like dragging himself through thick mud.

His eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus, but he clenched his fists, refusing to collapse.

‘I can never get used to this feeling,’

He ran a hand over his chest, feeling the rough, jagged edges of the fabric where the bullet holes had torn through.

Despite his dizziness, he forced himself to move, turning the corpses around him into pills.

Each one he swallowed eased his disorientation and strengthened his body.

Once it was over, he started moving, his mind racing with the worry that more enemies would show up.

Just as he feared, another wave appeared, closing in on him. The sound of footsteps grew louder, signaling their approach.

He quickly scanned his surroundings. This time, he was in a better position— with a clear line of sight to the narrow hallway ahead.

His hand gripped the handgun tightly, fingers twitching with anticipation.

The first enemy turned the corner, and without hesitation, he raised the gun, squeezing the trigger.

BANG!

The shot rang out, the man collapsing instantly, a clean hit to the chest.

Another came at him from the left, but he was already turning, firing again before the man had a chance to react.

BANG!

A second shot sent him to the ground.

The remaining three were closing in, but they didn’t have the advantage this time.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

He fired off a quick trio of shots—two hit their targets in the chest, dropping them in their tracks.

The last one tried to take cover behind a pillar, but it was too late. With a final shot, he fell, the bullet finding its mark.

He turned and swallowed pills repeatedly, but then stopped. His head throbbed, and an unfamiliar heat spread through his body.

Gripping his chest, he felt his heart—which had once been unresponsive—begin to beat faster and faster like it was gonna explode.

‘What’s happening to me?’ he groaned, the pain coursing through his whole body.

As he struggled with the strange sensations, another group appeared, and immediately raised their guns, aiming right at him.

One gangster was about to pull the trigger when he was stopped by another.

“Boss said to take him alive,” the second gangster ordered.

The first gangster’s finger hovered over the trigger, his hand shaking slightly .

In the end, he lowered his gun, his grip loosening as he let out a heavy sigh. “Get his gun and grab him!”

The second gangster moved quickly, his eyes locked on Asher’s discarded gun.

“Got it,” he said, kicking it aside.

At the same time, the other two gangsters moved in, one grabbing Asher by the arm, the other by the shoulder.

They yanked him to his feet with rough hands.

Asher stumbled, his legs shaky from the strange heat and pain still coursing through his body, but they kept a firm grip on him.

“Tie him up. Boss wants him alive, but not moving.”

One of the men pulled out a set of zip ties, quickly securing his wrists.

His body shook, every muscle twitching with strain, but he was too weak to even try to fight back. Moving felt like lifting something too heavy, and even keeping his eyes open took all the energy he had left.

The group, confident he couldn’t resist, began to drag him toward their boss.

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Outside the warehouse

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the air as two figures fought with incredible speed.

They jumped between containers, moving so fast they seemed to blur, their bodies nearly impossible to follow in the darkness.

One of the figures was Lucy.

In her right hand was a thin sword made of blood, its edges flowing like liquid, yet it remained as hard and durable as steel when making contact.

Her opponent was a man whose face was completely covered in bandages, leaving only his bloodshot eyes visible.

He wielded two daggers, moving with a speed beyond what any normal human could reach.

CLANG!

They clashed again, then landed on top of a red metal container.

“Why is someone like you here?” Lucy narrowed her eyes.

Her opponent wasn’t a demon, but he wasn’t fully human either.

“I should be asking you the same thing. Why is a demon like you intervening in the human world?” the bandaged man replied.

Lucy’s eyes flashed with irritation at his words. She tightened her grip on her blood sword. “I’m not here to explain myself to inferior beings like you.”

SWOOOOSH!

She shot forward, closing the distance before her opponent had time to react.

But just as she closed in, two more bandaged figures jumped from the shadows, surrounding her in an instant.

Her eyes narrowed as she became more serious.

With a quick decision, she shattered her blood sword into countless pieces, sending them flying like sharp shrapnel.

The pieces zipped through the air, forcing the three men to quickly block and dodge, their daggers moving desperately as they tried to protect themselves from the blood fragments.

“I’m not done yet…” she sneered in contempt, “Bloody Rose!”

The shrapnel that had struck their bodies exploded, shredding the three figures into nothing but a spray of blood.

But before the blood could hit the ground, she raised her hand, and in an instant, it transformed into pills. The color was different, so she didn’t swallow them carelessly.

“Idiots,” she shook her head in disappointment. “Do you really think you can handle a royal blood like me with just numbers?”

Those three figures might have been powerful for humans, but to someone like her, they were a joke.

‘I need to rescue him,’ she muttered to herself.

Just as she was about to leave, sensing that things were getting more complicated, she suddenly heard—

CLAP!

CLAP!

CLAP!

“Amazing! Amazing!” a voice called out, dripping with admiration.

“I knew it—Demons are truly a different breed. Humans can try to imitate you, but the real thing? It’s on another level!”

When Lucy turned, she saw five figures, four wrapped in bandages.

They felt different—stronger than the three she’d just fought.

At the center stood an old, thin man with dark, sunken eyes and messy hair.

His pale face suggested sleepless nights, and thick prescription glasses sat crookedly on his nose. He wore a lab coat, an odd choice amidst the bloodshed.

“State your name.” Lucy demanded.

The man grinned at the sound of her voice, his body trembling as if he found it irresistible.

“Ah, my apologies for not introducing myself earlier, Your Majesty,” he said, bowing his head with exaggerated politeness.

“My name is Nikolai… Dr. Nikolai Makarov.”