My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 311: Ignoring Origin

Asher remained silent, his mind racing with the implications of these revelations about his origin

The idea of having four souls sounded absurd, but it was very possible.

Even he had a spell that directly affected souls, but merging them was an entirely different matter.

In fact, he did not even realized that becoming a half-dragon also meant gaining a dragon soul.

Though, that would perfectly explain the drastic change in his personality.

"Let's say I believe you. Why are you telling me all of this?"

The fragment chuckled. "You are quick to move on. Are you not even curious as to why a fragment of my original soul resides within you?"

"Doesn't matter. I already have an idea." he responded.

"Enlighten me."

"Someone used the original Beelzebub's soul to create me, mixing it with a human and a divine soul. If I had to guess, it's connected to that damn angel who's after me."

The fragment touched its chin, impressed. It had come to the same conclusion itself.

"Then, are you not afraid that the original Beelzebub might take over?"

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"That won't happen," Asher replied with absolute confidence.

"First, my human soul is already far stronger, and on top of that, I have my dragon soul. If it were me five years ago, I might have worried—but now?"

His confidence wasn't unfounded.

Those dreams stopped after he grew stronger, and even the fragment confirmed it—the divine soul and the King of Insects' soul were being suppressed.

Now that he thought about it, maybe the angel's real target wasn't him.

Perhaps the plan was to revive Beelzebub using his body.

But everything went haywire when he was thrown into the void and started gaining power too fast.

If that was true, then the angel's only option would be to weaken his human and dragon souls.

But with how fast he was growing—and with Pantheon by his side—she would need an entire army of angels to even stand a chance.

The fragment's smile widened. "You're definitely not the original. No, you're far better in every way. Good, good."

"Aren't you angry?" Asher asked.

It shrugged. "Angry? Why?" The original soul was taken, and now it belongs to someone else entirely. That means Beelzebub died long ago."

Asher let out a chuckle. "You're calmer than I expected."

"Well, you expected too much from a mere fragment of a soul. But I do have a proposition for you."

"What's that?"

"Simple," it said, its multifaceted eyes gleaming. "Devour me, unlock the King of Insects' soul, and erase everything else. Take only the power."

"You make it sound easy," Asher said, arms crossed.

"For someone like you? It is." It smirked.

"Besides, I'm just a fragment. I have no will of my own, save for what remains in this painting. This place is a prison, and I'm tired of being alone here."

"Is that all?" Asher asked.

"Not only that, the true Beelzebub is long gone. All that remains is his power, sealed within you. Why let it go to waste?"

Asher didn't answer right away. He knew power never came without a cost.

But at the same time, the idea of erasing Beelzebub completely was too tempting.

If he was the true target of the angel, then wiping him out entirely would be like claiming half of his revenge.

That angel destroyed Asher's life, so it was only right that he destroyed all her hard work too.

He raised his head. "I'll think about it and come back once I've made up my mind."

"I see. Well, let me escort you out," the fragment offered.

"No need, I can handle that myself." Without wasting time, he shattered the illusion and returned to his real body.

When he returned, only a few seconds had passed.

Pantheon's voice echoed right away.

(Brat, why did your soul move into the painting?)

"You sensed it?"

(Yes. Unfortunately, I'm connected to you) Pantheon's voice held a hint of irritation. (So, what did you find in there? Don't tell me you got trapped by some second-rate curse.)

Asher exhaled sharply. "It was a fragment of Beelzebub."

A brief silence followed before Pantheon spoke again. (Beelzebub? Who's that?)

Asher couldn't help but chuckle.

For some, the king of the insect was a legendary figure, but in Pantheon's eyes, he was just an unknown being in the corner of the universe.

"It said a part of the original soul was mixed into mine," he explained.

(Give me a moment, I'll check your soul to see if it's true.)

"Wait, you didn't do it before?"

(No, I'm under a contract with you, so I can't just do anything without your permission.)

"Then how did that fragment figure it out?"

(You went there in your soul form, so that's likely the reason.)

Asher nodded and gave Pantheon access,

He wasn't worried, knowing the dragon wouldn't do anything to harm him.

Asher felt a faint pulse from within as the inspection began.

(Hah! That thing wasn't lying.) Pantheon's voice carried a hint of amusement.

(Your soul... it's a mess. It's like someone stitched together different pieces and hoped they'd fit. If your human soul hadn't grown stronger over time, Beelzebub would've taken control completely.)

Asher frowned. "I figured as much. Anything else?"

(Yeah, it's barely holding on, but it's still there. If you erase it, it'll vanish for good—and you'll be able to claim all the power for yourself)

"Will I gain much?"

(You'll get stronger. But it's better to devour the soul completely and strengthen your dragon soul. Having too many different sources of power isn't ideal—it will only hinder your potential)

"What about my divine soul? Is it powerful?"

(Yes, but unlike Beelzebub's soul, this one is more dangerous. I'd advise against messing with it for now.)

Asher nodded in understanding. Pantheon's words made sense.

While the ability to control insects was impressive, it was nothing compared to the destructive power of a dragon.

Beelzebub wasn't even the strongest in this world, so there was nothing to debate about it.