My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

Years passed.

Pantheon and Asher had both stabilized their power at the absolute peak of SSS+ Rank.

With time came mastery, and with mastery came deeper understanding.

Their abilities evolved, refined into forces capable of shaping—or shattering—entire worlds.

From time to time, they challenged R., pushing their limits with each encounter.

But no matter how far they had come, the result was always the same—defeat.

Still, with every battle, they felt it: progress.

(We're already too powerful… but I still don't see any chance of us winning against that monster,)

Asher stood silently beside him, eyes cast downward. He didn't argue.

Outside this prison-like realm, they would be undefeatable.

Conquest would've been trivial—like slicing through paper with a blade forged from stars.

"Maybe… maybe we really do need a Law to defeat him?" Asher finally spoke, voice low, and uncertain.

Pantheon growled, smoke flaring from his nostrils. (I know, brat… I know. But even with that damn hint he gave us—we still can't figure it out.)

Both of them sighed. It wasn't like they hadn't tried.

In this realm—this timeless prison—training was all they had.

Every day was a battle against stagnation, a war against futility.

And yet, the truth remained. If even Pantheon, who had lived through countless ages, couldn't unlock a Law…

…then how could Asher, a soul still young by comparison, hope to unravel such a profound mystery?

His journey had been meteoric, yes—rising from nothing to a being of cosmic strength.

But a Law wasn't earned through power alone.

"You two are overthinking it." The voice rang out casually.

R. appeared.

Neither Asher nor Pantheon moved. They had sensed him long before he arrived—but no longer bothered reacting.

Their relationship had long since morphed into something strange: not quite allies, not quite enemies. Something closer to… an informal apprenticeship.

If you could call being toyed with by a godlike madman learning.

R's expression was unreadable, as usual. His aura shifted with the mood—one moment cold and oppressive, the next irritatingly relaxed.

"Can you tell us… what you experienced to gain your Law?"

For once, R didn't answer right away.

"Well… it's embarrassing, really. I used to kill and eat people for fun. Over and over. No reason. No remorse. Just… because I could." He shrugged, stretching lazily. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Before I knew it, I wasn't just destroying things—I was becoming destruction. It stopped being a choice. It became instinct. Nature."

"And then it happened. The Law of Absolute Destruction" He paused, eyes glowing faintly. "…offered itself to me. Like it had been watching. Waiting."

"So yeah. You could say I liked breaking things so much, reality got the message and gave me the keys."

Pantheon grimaced.

Asher looked down, troubled.

"That's it?" Asher asked quietly. "You gained a Law because you enjoyed killing and destroying things?"

R tilted his head. "No. I gained it because I became true to what I really was. Without holding back. Without shame. Without pretending."

"Oh—by the way. You should really hurry up. Time works differently here, sure... but who knows?"

"A year in here might be a billion years out there."

R's words struck deep. And not in a good way.

Asher's face went pale.

'My wives…'

What if it's been eons out there?

What if they've aged, mourned, turned to dust—waiting?

His knees nearly buckled under the gravity of a fear too vast for words.

Pantheon, sensing something was wrong, stepped forward without hesitation.

The dragon's clawed hand landed firmly on Asher's shoulder.

"What is it?" Pantheon rumbled, his eyes narrowing.

Asher did not speak. He could only feel the rising tide of helplessness—and guilt.

Somewhere, behind them, R was still watching. Smiling wickedly.

Then—like mist on a breeze—he vanished.

'What am I doing here?' he whispered—but it sounded like a scream in his mind.

Rage surged up his throat. Not at Pantheon. Not at R.

At himself.

His cosmic aura cracked and flared around him in chaotic pulses—unstable, wild, mirroring his emotions.

'This wasn't supposed to happen at all…'

All he could feel was the creeping horror that he might already be too late.

'What if they're already gone? '

He let out a roar—not from power, but grief, anger, and the kind of pain that no training could ever silence.

The very ground beneath him split and shattered, unable to hold his power.

"I need to get out of here."

"I need to protect them. No matter what!"

His pain became purpose. His scars, scripture.

And every step he had taken, no matter how broken, now marched in unison toward a single truth: this could never be the end of his story. It was only the beginning.

His chest began to glow.

A pulse of light—white, then gold—rippled beneath his skin like a second heartbeat.

Pantheon's eyes snapped to him. (…What's happening to you?)

The sky above them warped, space twisting like water around his body.

"I get it now... All this time, more than anything, I just wanted to protect the ones I love."

"My Law is...."

BOOOOOOM!

The force of his will—pure, unfiltered, and forged in the fires of love and desperation—exploded outward.

Before Pantheon could even react, the world around him detonated with light.

Pantheon was hurled kilometers away, his body crashing through mountains of bones like glass.

And yet... even as he tumbled through the dark expanse, he wasn't angry. He was in awe.

"What… is this?" he muttered, eyes wide as he came to a stop, claws digging into the shattered ground.

From the heart of Asher's presence, a golden pillar of light surged upward—blinding piercing the heavens of this timeless realm.

It wasn't just magic. It was intention made manifest.

It was a declaration.

A declaration of independence—to the universe itself.

"So… he finally did it." R stood beside the dragon with a satisfied smile.

(How is this possible?)

R only smiled, that infuriating, knowing smile.

"He could've done it sooner, honestly. The strength was already there. He just need a push."

(Then what about me?)