My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

"It will take time for him to stabilize his law, so for now, we just wait," R said, ignoring the question—his attention was fixed on Asher.

Pantheon's eyes narrowed (You're evading my question.)

R said nothing.

(Why can't I unlock my Law?)

(I've lived longer. Fought harder. Seen more. Lost more.)

The golden light from Asher's Law still flared in the distance, washing over them both like the gaze of a silent god.

R sighed—softly. "You really want the answer?"

Pantheon nodded.

"You did live longer. And after all that you still haven't found your truth."

(How is that related?)

"It's really simple."

"Think of water left too long in a sealed jar. No matter how pure it once was, it rots. The longer it waits, the more it stagnates."

His eyes finally shifted to Pantheon.

"He reached his peak fast. Too fast, maybe. Like I did. Still fresh. Still honest. That's why the Law answered him so easily."

He let the silence draw out before continuing, his tone sharpening like a blade being drawn.

"But you?" He gestured lazily.

"You've spent eons circling the same emptiness. Watching. Surviving. Existing. You've buried your truth so deep even the universe stopped listening."

R gave a low, almost pitiful laugh. "And despite that vast head start... you and he are equals now."

(So… does this mean you lied to me?)

"Not necessarily," he said, shaking his head slowly. "This place exists outside the universe. Beyond time. Beyond rules."

"So yes…" he said, hands folded behind his back. "You can still awaken your Law here.

He paused, watching Pantheon from the corner of his eye—almost as if testing him.

"But you'll have to stay much longer. We're talking decades… centuries, maybe even thousands of years.. worst forever"

Before the dragon could reply, the golden pillar faded.

From the heart of the dying light, a figure stepped forward, radiant and powerful.

Asher's head tilted slightly as he opened his eyes.

They burned—not brightly, but deeply—like twin stars on the edge of supernova, swollen with pressure, light, and inevitability.

Even his hands were different. When his fingers flexed, Pantheon caught a glimpse of something molten dancing beneath the skin—each motion trailing with a faint glint, as though he was holding back the explosion of a star at his fingertips.

He only looked at them—at R, at Pantheon—and in that glance was no arrogance, no question, no doubt. Just certainty.

For a few seconds, R simply stared at Asher.

Then—his aura exploded.

A violent storm of black, red, gold, and deep violet tore through the space like a collapsing star.

The very fabric of reality around him shattered, colors bleeding into each other, warping gravity, twisting light.

With a sound like shattering worlds, R's human skin cracked—and peeled away in great, dissolving sheets, falling like ash.

What emerged from beneath was no longer man.

His bones were obsidian, jagged and angular, glowing faintly from within—veins of radiant gold threading through the black like fault lines ready to rupture.

Chest—once flesh—was now hollow, a cavernous core of raw chaotic aura, where power didn't just live, but screamed.

Flames of energy danced inside that hollow, rippling in colors, flickering like the last lights of dying galaxies.

And his presence—

It crushed everything.

Pantheon staggered back, claws digging into the crumbling mountain of bones just to stay upright.

Even Asher's golden glow flickered slightly—not in weakness, but in acknowledgment.

This was R at his peak. His truest, most absolute form.

A being no longer cloaked in restrictions —but standing fully in what he was:

Destruction incarnate.

Pantheon could barely breathe.

But Asher didn't flinch.

Golden light sparked at his heels. Then rose. Then surged.

With each breath he drew, the light grew brighter.

The golden aura that clung to him ignited—not like fire, but like a shield hammered in the heart of creation itself, shaped by will and unyielding purpose.

It rose in sweeping arcs, each motion smooth and absolute, encasing him in an ever-expanding halo of radiant force.

"Let's see what you've got." R extended a single finger.

From the tip, a small black point bloomed into existence—no larger than a spark.

It pulsed with a silence that made the space itself shrink away, a fragment of the Law of Absolute Destruction, condensed into a singularity so pure it just erased any color .

It devoured.

And then—it burst forth.

A line of annihilation surged from his fingertip.

(Brat—move!) Pantheon roared

Asher held his ground.

It struck the golden barrier with a soundless impact—like two absolutes meeting where no compromise could exist.

And then…

The black line came to a sudden stop, suspended mid-air as though trapped in a time.

It trembled violently, distorting space with sheer force—but it couldn't move past the barrier. Not even a fraction.

(It's… dissolving?)

He swallowed, talons flexing unconsciously. As a peak existence himself—he knew how powerful that simple attack was.

It was strong enough to kill him—no shield, magic, or defense could block it. Only evasion. Yet Asher had done the impossible.

(Is this the difference of having a law?)

The gap was staggering.

What arrogance, to have once called himself a peak existence—when he now stood at the foot of a mountain he hadn't even seen.

And not just one mountain, but two—R and Asher.

They stood on an entirely different level now.

But Pantheon wasn't jealous. He was actually very happy.

Proud to see his partner reach such a state.

It was like a father watching his son soar to heights he himself could never attain.

(I knew it. I wasn't wrong to serve you.)

Asher drew a slow breath.

The power flowing through him now was nothing like R's—chaotic and wild.

His was calm, steady... like nothing in existence could disturb it.

'So this is my Law...' he murmured, voice trailing off.'A power that allows me to protect everything I love...'

There was a pause in his thoughts.

Then, as if summoned from the core of his being, the name of his Law surfaced instinctively in his mind:

'Law of Absolute Protection.'