My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

Asher moved first—more out of instinct than strategy.

He raised the dragon blade and swung with everything left in him.

Like before, it simply appeared in front of R.

But this time, it didn't land.

R tilt his head slightly. His fingers twitched.

And the slash—so powerful it once split him in half—shattered mid-air, breaking apart like brittle glass.

"That won't work again. Did you really think I'd fall for the same trick twice?"

"I told you before… if you really want to beat me, then learn a law."

Asher raised an eyebrow "What do you mean? Isn't my regeneration… my law?"

R stared down at him, then slowly shook his head. "No. It's not."

"You heal fast. Big deal. You hit hard. Sure. But you never learned how to change the world around you. You just kept healing yourself."

He raised one hand toward the sky. Red lightning rippled out like veins across the clouds.

"You're using your power primitively. It's not that I'm stronger than you." He tilted his head slightly, as if explaining something to a child.

"In fact, in terms of energy? You and that dragon already surpassed me."

Asher's eyes narrowed.

It was hard to believe—especially coming from someone who just destroyed an attack strong enough to kill an SSS+ Rank like it was air.

(How can you say that? You erased a space-cleaving slash easily. And now you're acting like were the one who doesn't get it?) pantheon grumbled.

"That's exactly the point. You think that attack was special because of how much energy it used. Because it has space element. Because it can kill someone strong in one shot."

R didn't attack again.

"If you want to learn a Law, then you need to understand the true essence of your power. Your origin, your desires… and what defines your existence."

Asher's breathing slowed. He didn't respond—but he was listening now.

"It won't be easy. Especially for someone like you. You've got too many abilities mixed together—stacked on top of each other without any foundation." He paused, letting the words sink in.

"But with enough training… enough discipline… I'm sure you and that dragon of yours can figure it out."

A flicker of heat passed through R's eyes. "Take your time. It's not like you can leave this place without learning it."

He turned his back on them, completely unafraid. "You're trapped in this place until you get your own Law."

Before they could say anything R vanished from their sighed, but his voice echoed in the air one last time.

Then, without warning, R vanished—leaving only the fading crackle of red lightning in his place.

His voice echoed one last time through the empty sky,

"Don't disappoint me. Once you learn a Law and become worthy to be my opponent... I'll face you again."

Silence followed.

Asher and Pantheon hovered in the sky, silent.

Anywhere else, they would've been seen as peak existence. Unmatched. Untouchable.

But here?

They were nothing more than students—barely grasping the first steps of something far greater.

Pantheon let out a quiet snort, the wind rustling through his dragon-forged form.

(If that monster wanted us dead,) he muttered, (we'd be gone already.)

Asher didn't argue.

He clenched his fist, staring at the space where R once stood. There was no trace left—no energy, no presence. Just the fading echo of power that refused to be measured.

"Why do you think he wants us to learn a Law?" Asher muttered, still staring at the empty sky.

He wasn't expecting an answer. Just thinking out loud.

Pantheon replied anyway, his voice dry and blunt in his head.

(Isn't that obvious?)

(That being is bored out of his mind. He's probably been alive too long, seen too much. Now he wants us to relieve him of that boredom.)

A short pause.

(I wouldn't even be surprised if what he really wants… is for us to kill him.)

Asher lowered his head slightly. The idea didn't sound like a joke.

"For most, all they want is power. Climbing higher, chasing strength—that's everything to them."

He looked down at his hand. Still trembling from the fight.

"But what about the ones already at the top?"

"No rivals left. No challenges. No more levels to break through...That kind of life… it'd be empty."

The wind shifted around them, carrying the lingering tension of the battle.

Pantheon finally responded. (You're starting to get it.)

(And if we want to beat him, we'll have to work together. Figure out how to activate that so-called Law.)

(I've heard of the theory before,) Pantheon continued. (But nothing concrete. Nothing proven. Just fragments—rumors passed around. Still… it's a place to start.)

Asher nodded slowly, the fire in his chest beginning to rise again—less out of anger, more out of purpose.

"Then let's start," Asher said, eyes steady.

"He gave us a clue, didn't he? Right now, we need to figure out our true essence… what actually makes us us."

"So it's better if we go back to our roots. Break everything down. Analyze how we got this far."

(Not a bad plan. Strip away the distractions.) He paused, then added with a bit of dry amusement. (It'll be easier for me—my origin and power's pretty straightforward.)

(You, on the other hand…) Pantheon continued, (you're a mess. A mixture of too many things—different souls, inherited gifts, unnatural origin. It's all tangled.)

Asher gave a half-smile, tired but honest.

"Yeah. I figured that part out already."

(Still, if anyone can untangle it, it's you. You just have to stop running from what you really are, and what you really want.)

"What I want?" he repeated.

What was he really chasing?

Index ?

Power?

Authority?

A peaceful life?

Now that he thought about it… It had always been that way.

From the very beginning, he never moved for himself. Never chased anything for the thrill of it. Everything he did—every step forward—was for someone else.

That part didn't start when he became strong. It was there long before any magic, long before he fought gods or bent space.

Back when he was just a normal high school student.

He worked part-time jobs—not for a dream, not for college— not even to enjoy life, but to pay his mother's hospital bills. That was all that mattered to him.

Even later, when he ended up in a world where he could rule—where people called him a king or even a god—he didn't care to lead. It was too much of a hassle.

No ambition, no hunger for control. He left it to others and moved on.

Asher opened his eyes slowly.

"…No wonder I don't know who I am," he mused aloud. "I never stopped long enough to ask."

(Then maybe that's where your Law begins. Not with your power—but with your reason to exist.)

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Authors Note :

I've been busy lately since I need to focus on getting my newest novel get some momentum.

Writing is my only livelihood, so I need a new novel to cover my daily expenses.

I will do my best to post new chapters when I can. Hopefully, once things settle down, I can return to updating Supernatural more regularly.