My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Unstoppable Anywhere
Lucy’s mind raced as the pieces of the puzzle snapped together.

She had assumed that his issue were only physical, but what if it wasn’t his body that was struggling?

“His soul,” Lucy whispered, almost afraid to believe it.

If his soul had somehow been damaged , his body wouldn’t be able to heal, no matter how strong his regenerative abilities were.

“What did you just say?” Yuki asked.

“It’s his soul. His body is fine, but if his soul’s been weakened or damaged… that could be why his body isn’t responding.”

Yuki paused, processing the revelation. Slowly, she released her grip on Lucy.

“Tell me more,” Yuki asked, her voice soft but intense.

Lucy took a deep breath, running her fingers through her hair as she tried to find the right words.

“At the warehouse, he didn’t even recognize me. It was like he wasn’t himself at all”

Yuki listened quietly.

“At first, I thought it was just the power inside him,” she continued, her voice unsteady. “But it doesn’t add up. If that were the case, he should be better by now, especially after I stabilized the energy in his body.”

Yuki sighed, realizing Lucy was probably right. Her own first guess was possession—that Asher’s mind had been overtaken

“This will be complicated,” she mumbled.

As a ghost, she understood better than anyone the complexity of a soul.

The soul, unlike what most believed, existed in a metaphysical realm, nearly impossible to destroy. It was this very resilience that made Yuki’s powers limited to trapping other souls.

Even in death, a person’s soul lingered in their body, clinging to the remains.

It would take a long time for a soul to fully detach, fading slowly over weeks, sometimes even months.

This was why Lucy hadn’t needed anyone’s help to revive Asher before—his soul had still been bound to him, intact and waiting.

“I’ll check it out,” Yuki hovered over to him. She reached out, her fingers tracing just above his forehead.

“Wake up,” she called softly, reaching with her senses, hoping to find some trace of him within.

There was no response.

She tried again, louder this time. “Wake up!”

Still, there was nothing—no response.

On the third attempt, Yuki’s body grew even more ethereal, her form flickering as her power surged.

If he wouldn’t respond to her call, then she would have to send a signal strong enough to break through whatever barrier separated them.

Her hands clenched, and she focused every ounce of her energy into one forceful command.

“Wake up!” she shouted, her voice full of power, sending a wave of energy through him.

Both Asher and Yuki began to glow. A faint, light surrounded them as she worked to bridge the connection between them.

Just as the surge of power continued, it suddenly stopped.

Then, her body faded, turning into a mist that floated gently in the air.

The mist wrapped around him, curling over his skin and sinking, like water soaking into dry ground.

She was going to possess him to directly see what was wrong .

This was a very dangerous attempt.

When a spirit entered a living body, it could put a lot of strain on the person’s mind and soul. If she pushed too hard, she might damage him even more.

When her sight returned, she found herself in a dark place. The air was cold and heavy.

She had expected to find some trace of him here, like with any other humans. But instead, all she felt was an overwhelming darkness.

Yuki moved carefully, each step echoing in the dark.

But after a few steps, something felt off. The ground under her feet had changed, becoming soft and sticky, clinging to her as if it didn’t want to let her go.

This kind of scene might be scary for others, but she was no ordinary being. As a specter, she thrived on fear, feeding off the terror that others felt.

She took another step, the sticky ground pulling harder this time, resisting her movement.

Then, without warning—CLANK!

Chains erupted from the ground, iron links rattling as they shot upward, wrapping around her ankles.

‘What are these things?’ Yuki’s anger flared as she tried to break free.

To her shock, nothing happened. Her usual strength—her ability to manipulate the world around her—was completely gone.

“This is impossible,” she hissed, frustration creeping into her voice. “I’m in my soul form… I should be the strongest here!”

She tried again, putting all her effort, but the chains just got tighter.

They wrapped around her, squeezing until every part of her body was locked into place.

This place, whatever it was, was blocking her powers, leaving her completely helpless against it.

CLANK!

CLANK!

CLANK!

The chains rattled as she mounted a final attempt to break free, but the result was the same.

When she stopped resisting, the chains loosened slightly.

Yuki was left hanging there, unable to move. All she could do was watch as the cold chains held her tight.

Seconds ticked by, then minutes, hours, days, months, and eventually years.

Time in this place moved far faster than in the real world, but Yuki experienced every second of it.

She didn’t give up. She couldn’t—not when Asher still needed her.

No matter how long it took, she would keep fighting.

‘I can’t let him down,’ she vowed to herself, her resolve stronger than ever.

Years turned into decades, and a normal beings might have lost hope by now, but not her.

She held on, resisting the darkness that surrounded her, determined to break free.

Finally, a change came. Her power surged, breaking through the chains that had held her for so long.

In a burst of white light, her body erupted, bathing the entire place in its brilliance.

The chains shattered, and for the first time since her arrival, she finally saw the true nature of this place.

It was vibrant. Everywhere she looked, there were trees, flowers, grassy fields, and rolling hills.

This was the first time she had witnessed a soul in such a form—so full of life and energy.

‘No, this is not a soul. I got transported to another place,’ Yuki muttered to herself, her mind racing.

Yuki began searching the area, her eyes scanning the landscape for any sign of him.

And at the top of one of the hills, she finally saw him.

He wore a simple white tunic, reminiscent of medieval times, lying peacefully with his head in the lap of a beautiful woman dressed in an old-fashioned white gown that made her look immaculate.

She had long, blonde hair that shimmered in the soft light, her eyes closed, emphasizing the serene expression on her face.

Yuki’s eyes narrowed as she took in the scene before her. Asher, lying so peacefully in another woman’s lap, made her furious.

Being trapped for decades had been tormenting, but nothing compared to seeing her beloved so carelessly flirted with.

Unfortunately for her, Asher had always been a chick magnet, and it seemed even the metaphysical realm couldn’t contain his natural talent to attract women.

At this point, it could already be considered an ability. A very useful one—if only he knew how to take advantage of it.

Her body trembled with rage, and without thinking, she flew toward the hill, her face twisted in fury.

“Whore! Stop touching my man!” she screamed, her voice filled with disdain and anger.