My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Confusing Twist
“It’s not dead yet,” Lucy muttered, her eyes narrowing as she watched the figure twitch and shift within the flames.

Asher clenched his fists, itching to launch another attack, but his body refused to cooperate. He was already drained, so attacking was out of the question.

Right now, he needed to meditate and recover his energy before he could do anything else.

Seeing his state, Lucy stepped forward.

She stretched out her hand, and a wind blade began to take shape.

“Stay back,” she said firmly, “You’ve done enough. Let me handle the rest.”

She lifted the sword high, then swung it down.

A massive wind blade, towering as high as a five-story building, surged forward, gouging a deep trench in the ground and slicing through both the remaining structure and the specter, obliterating everything in its path.

BOOOM!

The force of the strike sent debris flying in all directions, kicking up a cloud of dust. For a moment, only the faint, howling sound of the wind could be heard.

When the dust settled, the full extent of the destruction became clear. The entity, once a scary presence, had vanished completely, its body eradicated.

She glanced at Asher, expecting a praise or acknowledgment, but instead, he was already seated, his eyes closed in meditation.

He knew she was powerful, so there was no need to be shocked. To him, it was just another display of her strength—nothing to comment on.

‘He could’ve at least praised me a little.’ She puffed her cheeks in frustration. A part of her couldn’t help but blame herself for expecting praise from someone who rarely show his emotions.

Shaking off the thought, she looked straight, focusing on the wreckage. It didn’t make sense. The enemy got destroyed too easily.

‘How can an entity that weak hide its presence from me?’ she wondered.

For someone to conceal their presence, they had to be at least as strong as her—or stronger.

Even Asher’s attack, as impressive as it was, shouldn’t have been enough if the creature was really a serious threat. Compared to Yuki, the specter they fought was far weaker.

And then there was the space they were in. By all logic, if they had killed the real deal, they should have already been back in the real world.

‘Something is not right…’ she trailed off.

Suddenly, the air grew colder and heavier, and she felt her blood boiling. She adjusted her stance, bracing herself in case they were about to be attacked.

She scanned the rubble again. That’s when it happened—a faint movement in the distance, then another, and another.

The sound multiplied, growing louder until it became an unnerving collection of dragging footsteps.

From the wreckage, they appeared. Figures emerged slowly, stepping into view like actors in a twisted play.

Janitors with rusted mops, teachers clutching old bloodied textbooks, gardeners holding rusted shears.

They all looked terrifying—grins twisted into grotesque smiles that stretched far too wide, and their hollow eyes were black pits, void of any life or feeling.

“So it’s not over yet?” Asher muttered, still catching his breath as he spotted the horde. He had regained some of his energy, but he was far from being able to fight again.

“Someone’s controlling them,” Lucy said aloud. It was the only explanation that made sense.

“Are we going to be okay?” he asked.

Fighting one specter was one thing, but facing a dozen was another.

“They’re not strong individually, so we’ll be fine,” Lucy replied, but deep down, she was starting to worry.

Their enemy this time was too mysterious—she didn’t even know what it was.

“But just to be safe,” she muttered, pulling a small bottle from her pocket. It contained about twenty pills, each one no bigger than a medicine capsule.

She held it for a moment, hesitation in her eyes. After a short pause, she sighed and gave it to him.

He eyed it suspiciously. “What’s this?”

“That is your blood.”

His brows shot up. “What?”

“When you were overflowing with power in the warehouse, I extracted some. Don’t worry, I’ve split it up—each capsule only contains 5% of your power.”

He looked at the pill, confused. “Why didn’t you give this to me earlier?”

“I was waiting for your Demon Heart to get stronger. But now, it’s not the time to hold back.”

He frowned, turning the bottle over in his hand. “And I’m supposed to take this now?”

“Only if you need to. That pill holds a concentrated amount of your own power. It’ll give you a boost if things get out of hand. But use it moderately—it’s not something your current body can handle recklessly.”

“Okay,” he nodded before slipping the pill into his pocket.

Lucy’s stance shifted as blood-red aura surrounded her. “Don’t worry, I’ll do my best so you won’t have to use it,” she declared.

In the same breath, a blood sword materialized in her right hand. The blade’s surface flowed like liquid, but anyone watching could tell that it was far from calm.

“Stay behind me,” she ordered, gripping the blood sword tightly.

Lucy stood ready, her eyes locked on the approaching specters, expecting them to attack first.

But then, they suddenly stopped in their tracks. Instead, they all wore mocking smiles.

‘Why did they stop?’ she wondered, her brow furrowing.

She instinctively tightened her grip on the weapon, her senses on high alert.

The ground beneath her shifted, a subtle movement that made her uneasy. She barely noticed it at first, but when her eyes lowered, the earth cracked, sending a jolt through her.

“Asher!” she yelled, turning around. But it was too late—he was gone.

No sound, no trace. Her eyes darted left and right, her heart skipping a beat.

“Where did you take him?” she screamed in frustration, feeling completely useless for putting him in danger again—first at the warehouse, now here.

Every time they were together, he seemed to end up in a dangerous situation.

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Asher slowly stood up, disoriented, and found himself standing in the corridor of the school.

The sun hung high in the sky, and the sounds of students’ footsteps echoed around him, showing that he was back in reality.

“Are you okay? You look pale,” a familiar voice called out from behind him. He turned to see Lyka, holding a stack of documents in her arms.

He ignored her.

‘Where is Lucy? Is she still back there?’ he wondered, trying to piece everything together.

The last thing he remembered was being swallowed by the ground, then suddenly finding himself here.

As he pondered, something caught his eye. His sleeves were a different color, and the watch he’d been wearing was gone.”

No, it was more than that. When he glanced up at the mirror, his eyes widened in shock.

He was wearing his old uniform, and his face had reverted to what it was before he had met Lucy.

His hand instinctively shot up to touch his face, and for a moment, he felt like he was in a dream. He pinched his cheek, and the pain reminded him this was all real.

‘What is happening here?’ he wondered, his mind struggling to grasp the situation.