My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 90

Chapter 90: A Big Step Forward
The specter’s hollow eyes fixed on them, its smile stretching impossibly wide, exposing decaying teeth, while worms and maggots crawled across it.

Blood smeared the cracked floor as the mop dragged lifelessly behind, its soft scrape echoing eerie silence.

Lucy adjusted her stance and raised a hand defensively.

“Stay alert,” she warned. “This one’s different.”

“I can see that. I can’t believe this thing is the same as Yuki,” he responded, the difference being night and day. Even her true form wasn’t this repulsive.

The specter’s grin grew wider, turning into something more sinister.

“Devour… Kill…” the specter hissed, its voice rising, thick with anger.

The dark aura surrounding it intensified, swirling like thick black fog. It spread, oozing over the ruined walls and floors, coating the ground with a dark, sticky substance.

Lucy’s eyes narrowed as the dark liquid spread, a sense of unsettling familiarity creeping into her mind. She had encountered something like this before.

Her thoughts raced, trying to make the connection, until it finally clicked.

“A blighted specter? “she muttered aloud

Blighted creatures were a nightmare even in the demon world.

Once an area was suspected of being infected, the demon army would stop at nothing to eradicate it.

These beings were pure destruction, capable of corrupting and consuming physical life. They were never meant to affect intangible beings like ghosts and spirits.

This was a completely new kind of threat—one that shouldn’t even be possible. And yet, here it was, standing before them.

‘So he’s right—something is definitely happening in this city. This thing shouldn’t even exist here,’ she muttered. ‘But it doesn’t seem too strong. I can handle it if I get serious.’

Before she could think further, the specter screamed.

“KILL!” The word boomed, and the black, gooey substance surged toward them like a wave.

“Don’t let it touch you!” she warned, raising her hands quickly to summon a gust of wind that swirled around them, forming a strong barrier.

The goo hit the shield with a sickening splat, but her power held firm, keeping the dark substance out.

However, she knew this wouldn’t be enough. She slammed her feet onto the ground.

The floor cracked beneath her as red water surged up, flooding the area. It spread quickly, forming a moat around the barrier.

This wasn’t ordinary water; it contained traces of her blood, making it resistant to corruptions.

The goo splashed against it, hissing as it touched the liquid. It tried to crawl through, but the water kept it away, blocking the attacks from every direction.

“So what’s the next plan? “he asked, eager to help. He was tired of always hiding behind her.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this. I just need to get more serious, and since we’re in an isolated space, I don’t have to hold back anymore,” she replied with a relax tone.

Asher could see the confidence in her eyes, but he already made up his mind.

“Let me help. I’ll attack it—just give me an opening when I’m ready,” he suggested.

Lucy’s eyes flashed with concern. “No. It’s too dangerous. I’ll handle it.”

She could manage the blight’s corrupted power, but his body wasn’t strong enough yet. There was no reason for him to risk his life when she was capable of ending this on her own.

Asher sighed, feeling a bit frustrated. He hadn’t minded being underestimated before, but coming from his own girlfriend, it struck at his ego.

These feelings rarely surfaced in the past, but the more he experienced life, the more he discovered about himself.

He looked at her and forced a smile. “I appreciate the concern, but if you keep doing this, I’ll end up dead in the demon world because you keep protecting me here.”

“I…” Lucy hesitated, her eyes flicking between him and the growing threat before them.

She had always shielded him, terrified of what might happen if she let him face danger head-on. The memories of the warehouse incident still haunted her, a constant reminder of her failure to protect him.

But the truth was, she’d been holding him back. She had become so afraid of losing him, she’d forgotten that the only way for him to survive in the demon world was to stand on his own.

With a deep breath, she softened a bit, her expression changing as she met his gaze.

“Alright… I’ll give you an opening. But you better prove you can handle it.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan,” he said, nodding as he stood firm, spreading his legs wide for increased balance.

He raised both hands, summoning twelve flames that hovered in the air around him.

Instead of merging them into a single large fireball, he kept each one separate, spreading them evenly to orbit him like a protective ring.

In the center of his palms, he focused, and a low, whirling sound echoed as a vortex of air formed, spinning faster and faster.

The whistling grew sharper like jet engine, a rising hum that intensified until it became a sharp whoooosh, as the tightly compressed sphere of air became more stable.

With a sudden shift in the current, the fireballs surged toward the vortex, drawn in by its force. As they completely merged, the flames spiraled around the center, igniting a chain reaction.

Lucy watched in disbelief, speechless at how quickly he adapted and created new techniques on the fly.

It was as if his ability to learn and adapt grew exponentially in the heat of battle, far surpassing anything he had shown during regular training.

‘It’s not done yet,’ he gritted his teeth.

The spinning vortex of flames kept howling, becoming something entirely different that his previous attack.

Before, it had been nothing more than a giant flame condensed into a smaller, more concentrated form.

This time, the wind swirling inside the vortex didn’t just contain the fire—it fueled it, making the flames burn brighter and hotter with every passing second.

Then, out of nowhere, it transformed, glowing an intense, bright white.

The heat surged to 1500 degrees Celsius, searing the air around it.

Even the water on the ground began to bubble and hiss, vaporizing slowly from the sudden spike in temperature.

Realizing he had reached his limit, he steadied himself and looked straight ahead.

“I’m ready!” he declared.

Lucy didn’t hesitate. She quickly created an opening in her barrier, a gap just large enough for his attack to pass through.

“Burn!”

The white vortex surged forward, tearing through the gap with a deafening roar. Its spiraling winds clashed against the black goo, pushing it aside as it continued to carve a path.

Then, with a thunderous crack, the vortex slammed into the specter.

BOOOOM!

A massive explosion erupted, far more powerful than anything he’d created before—at least five times stronger.

The sheer heat vaporized the black goo near the point of impact, while the wind-driven fire spread outward, rapidly expanding the area of effect.

“ARGHHHHH!” It let out a piercing shriek as the flames consumed it, its form writhing in a desperate, futile attempt to escape the inferno.

Lucy, watching all of this unfold, felt conflicted. She had severely underestimated him, and the thought that she had been holding him back all along pained her.

Meanwhile, the person in question stared straight ahead. Instead of feeling pleased, he began wondering what more he could do to improve.

‘It’s powerful, but using it takes too much time.’ he sighed.