My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Developing Power
“You didn’t have to treat her like that,” Asher said, turning to Lucy.

Now that Elaine was gone, it felt easier to talk without making things awkward.

Lucy stayed silent for a moment, touching her chin thoughtfully. “I think there’s something off here,”

“What do you mean?” he raised his eyebrows. This time, he was sure he hadn’t done anything wrong.

She turned to him with a serious look. “I think you have a talent for attracting the supernatural.”

“How?” He stared at her, unsure if she was joking.

“That girl isn’t an ordinary human. I felt it. It’s weak, and I’m not even sure she’s aware of it, but there are spirits surrounding her.”

“Spirits? You mean like Yuki?”

She shook her head. “Spirits are natural phenomena that protect some humans for unknown reasons, while Yuki is more of a demon.”

“And how is this related to me?”

“Like I said, the supernatural keeps getting drawn to you,” she replied.

Asher paused, thinking it over. “Maybe it’s the city drawing them in?”

Lucy’s eyes widened in realization.

Thinking back, ever since she had come from the demon world, this city seemed to have an abnormal level of supernatural events.

She hadn’t paid much attention to it before, but now it clicked—he had a valid point.

“Interesting,” she muttered aloud. “If that’s true, then there must be something in this city ”

While they were talking, Yuki approached and greeted Asher with a warm smile.

However, when he wasn’t looking, she glanced at Lucy and gave her an angry look, upset that she’d kept him to herself for so long.

Lucy ignored it, knowing she was just jealous.

“How did she reach this place?” Lucy asked, remembering how Yuki had set up illusions to prevent anyone from finding the apartment.

“She got through my barrier somehow. I was ready to attack her, but she didn’t seem dangerous.”

“You did the right thing. If you’d attacked, the spirit protecting her would’ve reacted in self defense,”

“So that’s what those particles around her were,” Yuki said.

Asher, listening quietly, spoke up. “So what now? Should we be worried about her?”

Lucy hesitated, looking conflicted. “We shouldn’t stir things up if she’s not causing trouble.”

“What about school?” he asked, brow furrowed. “Should I still go tomorrow?”

She shook her head but then reconsidered. Asher never cared much about what others thought, so he wouldn’t dwell on it. As his girlfriend, she wanted to erase any trace of his past shame in front of everyone who knew him.

“We’ll go together,” she said, offering him a warm smile.

“Okay,” he nodded.

With the conversation wrapped up, they headed toward the training room.

Yuki trailed behind, her footsteps light but hesitant. She opened her mouth to speak, but Asher turned his head slightly. “I need to train.”

Yuki closed her mouth, her expression falling for a moment before she forced a faint smile. “It’s fine.”

Lucy glanced at Yuki, noticing the brief change in her expression. She said nothing, but a small smirk tugged at her lips.

What she didn’t know was that Asher didn’t want to engage with Yuki too much. It wasn’t that he disliked her; he was just trying to avoid any awkwardness.

Ever since his awakening, his senses had sharpened, and his libido had grown stronger. Now even small details—like how Yuki’s soft legs moved—caught his attention.

So, he focused on training, pushing any distracting thoughts to the back of his mind.

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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Explosion after explosion echoed as he gained more control over his fireballs.

He could now create ten at once, but could only control three perfectly without losing accuracy—a feat possible only because of his natural talent and deep connection to fire.

Lucy stood nearby, watching and checking his form. She was impressed by how much he had improved in just a matter of hours.

“Alright, now hit moving targets,” she ordered, raising her hand.

A ball of blood appeared above her palm, swirling, and she threw it 10 meters away.

“Try to hit it. Each time you land a hit, it’ll move faster.”

Asher nodded and hurled a fireball. His quick reaction time worked wonders, allowing him to strike the target with ease.

“We’re just getting started,” she said.

The blood ball stayed still for a second before she sent it spiraling into motion.

He didn’t miss a beat, tossing fireballs, each one landing on target.

But by the tenth round, the ball was moving at 60 km/h. His fireballs were quick, but not quick enough.

For a moment, the pressure mounted, but he didn’t panic.

As he focused on the moving target, his mind raced.

Every part of his body screamed for him to act instinctively, to release the fireball the moment he saw the target’s movement.

But that wasn’t enough anymore. It wasn’t just about throwing fire and hoping it hit the mark. He needed to anticipate where the target would go before he even attack.

His breath steadied as he bided his time, his focus narrowing to a single point.

‘There!’ Without hesitation, he launched it.

BOOM!

He struck the target dead center.

Lucy smiled. “Nice. You’re starting to think ahead, not just react. Keep that focus, and you’ll get even faster.”

She didn’t let up, increasing the speed to 70 km/h.

As the rounds continued, she pushed it to 80 km/h.

At this speed, he couldn’t hit it anymore.

The problem wasn’t his ability to predict; it was the speed of his flames.

‘I need to find a way,’ he thought, concentrating.

Lucy opened her mouth to offer advice but stopped midway, noticing the intensity in his eyes.

It was a good sign that he was taking the training seriously, so she stayed silent, letting him figure it out on his own.

He tried again, pushing more energy into the fire. The flame expanded briefly before he released it.

It was stronger, but still not fast enough. The blood ball zipped past, and the fireball barely grazed its edge.

“Again,” he muttered, gritting his teeth.

He realized he had been too focused on making the fireball bigger.

Maybe it wasn’t about power—it was about control. If he condensed the energy, focused it more…

He closed his eyes briefly, visualizing the fireball in his mind.

This time, he concentrated it, squeezing it into a smaller, denser sphere.

With a steady hand, he threw it again. The fireball zipped through the air, faster than before, striking the target dead on.

BOOM!

Lucy watched silently, noticing the improvement in his technique.

But he didn’t stop there. He kept refining his shots, each one more precise than the last.

Eventually, the fireball tore through the air, fast enough to match the blood ball’s speed. Asher exhaled, surprised by how much he had improved.

The next shot hit the target again.

“Now let’s speed it up a bit,” she raised her hand and increased the speed to 150 km/h.

This allowed Asher to continue refining his technique. The fireball became smaller and faster, until it was the size of his fist.

“Take this!” Asher released another series of fireballs, but this time he did something different.

He launched two consecutively, and the second fireball pushed the first, accelerating the attack even further.