My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

Skyler opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She closed it again, her thoughts spinning.

Was he serious? Was he messing with her?

The casual way he sheathed his weapon, the way he stood there as if he hadn't just sliced through a monster that could obliterate an army—it was infuriating.

But at the same time, her heart betrayed her, skipping a beat as she took in his face. How could someone be this ridiculously handsome? It was almost unfair.

He looked like god himself spent a little too much time sculpting his features, pouring in extra effort and resources.

Asher raised an eyebrow, noticing the look on her face—a look he'd seen more times than he cared to count.

He wondered why she was already staring at him like that, especially when he'd gone out of his way to make himself less noticeable, toning down his appearance by darkening his hair and eyes to look more normal.

"You okay there?" he asked.

She blinked, snapping back to reality. "What? No! I'm fine. Perfectly fine."

"Then what was it you wanted to tell me?"

"Forget it," she muttered. "It wasn't important."

She tried to stand, but her legs wobbled beneath her.

The struggle only added to her embarrassment. Just as she was about to give up, a soft white light enveloped her body.

Warmth spread through her limbs, and within seconds, the exhaustion and pain were gone. Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire

She blinked in disbelief, flexing her fingers. She felt... good as new.

"You're a healer?" she exclaimed, staring at him wide-eyed. She narrowed her eyes, trying to process it all.

Was there something she missed? This didn't make sense.

"No, that's not right. I saw you kill that giant monster in a blink of an eye. Healers can't fight like that."

While she wrestled with her thoughts, another idea struck her like a lightning bolt.

"No way—you're a multi-ability user!" she exclaimed, her astonishment almost making him smile. She heard rumors, stories from other cities. awakeners with multiple abilities were rare—but they do exist.

As a magician, however, he didn't just have multiple abilities—he could create them.

The idea of being limited to a set number of powers was hard to comprehend.

Still, it seemed that Awakeners functioned on a fundamentally different system.

For now, he gave a nonchalant nod, deciding to go with the flow.

If he told her even a fraction of his true identity—or the sheer extent of his abilities—she might actually faint on the spot.

'Wait… why do I feel more arrogant?' ?he wondered, the thought catching him off guard.

He noticed a subtle changes before returning to his old world, but now it was becoming more apparent. Even the way he internalized his thoughts felt... different.

'Do you know anything about this?' he directed the question inward, addressing Pantheon, the dragon who took up residence as a bracer wrapped around his wrist.

(It's normal. You're slowly turning into a dragon, and we are naturally prideful beings. But don't worry—it won't change you that much. You're already pretty aloof, so it balances out.)

Asher shook his head, a bit irritated that he wasn't informed about this side effect.

But Pantheon was right.

Nothing much changed aside from this weird feeling of being superior.

"Who are you?" she asked.

He was too strong, even for an S-rank. Though she wasn't the strongest among her peers, she wasn't weak either.

But he made her attacks look like a child's play, proving he was definitely an anomaly.

"Ash,"

"Where did you came from?"

"Settlement," he answered vaguely, and it didn't take long for her to realize he had no intention of seriously answering her.

"It's fine if you don't want to talk, but I still owe you for saving us. Can you come with me to the capital to collect your reward?" she suggested, though the real reason was that she wanted to recruit him.

Someone powerful would be a huge asset to their city.

Asher contemplated for a moment. He had stopped here only because they were in trouble, and he would be faster traveling alone.

"I'm also heading back to the capital, but I prefer to travel alone," he rejected her offer.

"You're really going to turn down an offer like that? Don't you want to be rewarded? You killed a Basilisk Worm—you'll be treated as a hero," she asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"Not really," he shook his head. "You can claim you killed it. It'd be better if you keep quiet about me."

She was taken aback. This was the first time she had met someone who would throw away wealth and glory so easily.

'Maybe this is why he's so strong?' she muttered to herself, feeling embarrassed that she actually thought he would be tempted by such superficial things.

"Alright, I'll respect your decision, but I still need to do something for you as repayment." She stepped closer, and he instinctively took a step back.

If there was one thing he was good at, it was unintentionally making women fall for him.

"You really don't have to. And you should value your body more,"

"I..." Skyler's face flushed crimson as she realized her words had led to a misunderstanding.

"No, I didn't mean it like that," she stammered, trying to explain herself. But the more she spoke, the more awkward the atmosphere became.

"I'm leaving now," he turned around.

Skyler reached out to grab his robe, but before she could, he leaped into the air, jumping from one rock to the next until he disappeared from view.

"He's so annoying! He didn't even give me time to clear my name!"

She couldn't shake the feeling that he must have thought she was some easy woman, offering herself to anyone.

And what was worse, she couldn't forget his face. How could she?

'Wait... He said he's going to the capital too!' An idea sparked in her mind, and a small smile tugged at her lips.

This wasn't the last time she would see him.