My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

A low hum rose around him.

Each breath Asher took now pulled in energy from every direction.

Even the light around him seemed to bend toward his core.

The twelve spinning circles behind him reformed, smaller now, sharper.

They hovered in a hexagonal pattern like a clock, ticking toward a moment of collapse or rebirth.

R ripped one of the glowing lassos off his arm, and another from his leg. His expression never wavered, but there was something new in his eyes.

Recognition.

"You're pushing past your limits," R said flatly, brushing off the remaining restriction. "If you break before me, that's it."

Asher didn't respond. He pointed a single finger forward. One word followed—quiet but heavy.

"Fall."

The sky split.

From above, a column of golden light shot down with a roar, but this wasn't just raw energy—it was law-infused magic compressed into a singular judgment.

R raised both arms to shield himself.

The blast struck like a divine hammer.

BOOOOOOOM!

Light engulfed the field again. Bones vaporized. The ground turned to glass beneath the heat.

The barrier zone Asher made earlier held—barely—but it funneled all the energy downward, keeping the force contained.

When the light faded, R stood at the center, arms scorched, cloak torn. Smoke drifted from his back.

And he laughed. "That almost hurt."

He lowered his arms. "You're getting there, boy."

Asher's knees buckled slightly.

The output of that single attack drained a large portion of his reserves. He was breathing heavier now, chest rising and falling as he steadied himself.

R looked slightly disappointed. "What are you doing? Don't tell me you're already tired."

Slowly, Asher inhaled.

His body began drawing in the negative energy around him—energy that would've been lethal under normal conditions.

But his Absolute Protection barrier filtered it, refining it.

The moment it entered his system, his energy returned to full—without any side effects.

In theory, this meant he could keep fighting as long as there was energy around to absorb.

This was something he came up with mid-fight.

Absolute Protection shielded his body from almost any kind of attack—except for those tied to Laws.

But it wasn't just limited to defense.

That earlier strike—the one that actually damaged R—wasn't just light. It carried traces of Absolute Protection within it.

And because the barrier saw R as a threat, those particles became lethal on contact.

"Let's end this." Asher raised his hand. From his palm, golden light surged—his barrier shifting shape, condensing.

It became a sword.

"You're right. We've been fighting long enough."

R raised his hand and summoned his weapon—a sword as dark as a black hole, its edge warping the air around it.

This time, neither held back.

They focused their Laws—Absolute Protection and Absolute Destruction.

The air cracked.

The ground split.

Space itself trembled as their presence began to tear at reality.

Pantheon watched from a distance, fists clenched tight.

He knew this was it—the final clash.

He wanted to step in, to help. But at this level, he would only get in the way.

All he could do now was watch… and hope Asher would be victorious. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

SWOOOOOSH!

In a split second, both fighters vanished.

Everything froze—the world, the wind, even sound itself—unable to keep up with their speed.

Then, like the birth of a universe, light exploded from the point of contact.

It wasn't just bright. It tore through reality—bending space, distorting time.

Pantheon, still watching from the edge, couldn't move. Couldn't think. For a split second, it was like nothing existed.

When the light finally faded, Pantheon opened his eyes.

Only darkness remained.

No sky. No ground. No trace of the battlefield. Just a void stretching in every direction.

(What… happened?)

Pantheon's heart pounded. He looked around, eyes darting across the endless darkness.

Nothing. No light. No sound. No presence.

He reached for his spatial abilities—tried to open a rift, bend distance, anything—but nothing responded.

(Brat where are you?)

There was no response.

The Ancient Dragon was gripped by an overwhelming sense of dread, a feeling that even his eternal existence couldn't mitigate.

Being trapped in a place of absolute darkness was not a good experience.

Unlike his previous confinement within his own core, where he could manipulate space and simulate environment, this darkness offered no solace.

Each moment stretched into an eternity, and the Dragon's mind began to question the very fabric of reality, longing for a spark of light that might never materialize.

Just as the Ancient Dragon was on the verge of losing all hope, a golden hand emerged from the darkness, reaching out to him.

He didn't resist, feeling a familiar energy that offered a glimmer of hope.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself on an island, and Asher was there sitting on a rock.

(Brat, you're alive. Does this mean that you won against R?)

Asher shook his head, his expression thoughtful.

"I don't really know. After the last clash, I found myself in a random part of the universe. I tried to find you through our connection, but it was like you were lost in a void. It took me a long time to trace you back here," he sighed, as if just recalling the effort was enough to make him exhausted.

(H...How long?)

The dragon's mind raced with the fear that he had been absent for tens of thousands of years.

"One"

(One thousand years?)

"One hour," Asher smiled .

The Dragon's eyes flashed in annoyance.

Then, suddenly, a deep, resonant laugh escaped his lips. (Brat, you got me there,)

The laughter was infectious, and Asher joined in, the sound echoing across the island, a testament to the unbreakable bond between them.

In that moment, the Dragon realized that even in the darkest of times, there was still room for light and laughter, and that sometimes, a friend's prank could be the brightest star in a sea of uncertainty.

Asher, however, was hiding a secret behind his smiles.

Just before he struck the killing blow—R gave him two warnings before dying.

To not use his Law unless absolutely necessary. Because doing so could trigger the universe itself.

The other one was even harder to swallow—To live his life… and forget about Index.