My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

Chapter 235 A Dangerous Place Part 1

"I'm close," he muttered, sensing something ahead as he gazed straight to the horizon.

When he focused more intently, a bright light caught his eye—a brilliant glow piercing the darkness of the sky.

(Asher, did you sense it too?) Pantheon's voice echoed.

"Yeah, I felt it." He stopped flying, hovering in the night sky, his eyes fixed on the distant light. "There's something in that direction—something even more dangerous than the Sorcerer King."

(Interesting. From the story you told me about Lucy, she didn't sound all that strong, so I assumed the demons here were far weaker than in Eryx. But that might not be the case.)

Asher nodded, then began explaining. "Yeah, she told me she was in a weakened state when she came to the human world. "

"Plus, I think everything that happened over the last five years has increased the overall power of the demons—just like what happened with the humans."

(That's a good guess, I think the same. But then, who merged these two worlds together? Even an Ancient Dragon like me couldn't pull this off easily.)

"I don't know, and I don't really care right now,"

"Let's just take this one step at a time. If there's really someone responsible, we'll meet them as long as we keep moving forward."

(Hahahaha) Pantheon laughed.

(You now speak like a true dragon. You're right, this world is too small after all for beings of our caliber. But let me remind you—don't push yourself too much. If you meet a powerful enemy, end their lives fast, so you won't be forced to use more power than necessary.)

"Got it," he nodded.

Their relationship became much closer, and now they treated each other with more respect.

With that in mind, he cast multiple spells to blend into the night and lower his presence, making sure his energy signature was practically nonexistent.

It used to be a complex task, one requiring focus and effort, but with his dragon body, he found it much easier to conceal his aura.

He would be lying if he said he felt that he lost out after accepting Pantheon's offer.

In fact, the more he experienced, the more he realized how much he gained. His strength, his abilities—everything was enhanced in ways did not expect.

Now, all he needed to do was maintain control until his body matured enough to fully handle the immense power coursing through him.

Patience was required, but the potential was limitless. With time, he would be unstoppable.

With his aura concealed, he began flying again.

This time, he flew lower, skimming just above the ground, careful not to stir the air too violently.

The night air rushed past him, but he moved like a shadow, silent and unseen, as he advanced toward his destination.

As he got closer, he sensed it—a powerful barrier surrounding the city.

A powerful one.

It wasn't just a simple magic shield. The energy inside it moved and shifted, almost like it had a mind of its own. It was different from the barriers in the last place he visited.

Increasing his focus, he noticed something else. There was an energy that stretched high above the tallest towers and deep underground, sealing off the entire city

(Don't teleport inside, or you'll trigger it) Pantheon warned.

"I know," he nodded, already thinking the same thing

The barrier was too sensitive to risk teleportation; any sudden movement would set it off. He needed to find another way in—one that wouldn't alert whatever force controlled the city's defenses.

Lowering himself onto a rocky ledge just outside the city, Asher took a moment to assess the barrier more closely. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

From here, he could see everything—glowing symbols on tall buildings, floating bridges connecting towers, and magical lanterns lighting up the streets with a soft glow.

'Alright… let's figure out how to get in.'

Narrowing his eyes, he studied the entrance, taking in every detail.

Multiple roads connected the outside world, each heavily guarded by demons fully equipped for combat.

Each of the path was guarded by at least fifty of them, standing watch with weapons in hand, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of trouble.

The demons were vastly different from the beastkins; their appearances bore no resemblance to animal-like forms.

These ones were something else entirely—unique in both shape and form.

He spotted one with a massive, bulky body, towering over the others.

Its skin was rough and dark, like stone, and it had two heads—each one large and swollen, with a single eye glowing ominously in the center of each.

The two-headed demon carried a massive club, the kind of weapon that could easily crush anything in its path.

Another demon caught his attention. This one was leaner, with long, twisted limbs and skin that shimmered with an unnatural iridescence.

Its face was a mix of human and insect-like features, with multiple eyes blinking in unison.

Overall, there were many different types of demons, with the majority—around 80%—bearing monstrous traits and only 20% resembling humanoids, though even they had barely any human features.

'So these are lower-rank,' he muttered, recalling Lucy's words.

She mentioned that higher-ranked were more intelligent, more cunning, and far harder to defeat. They looked human, with perhaps only a few distinguishing features.

'I wonder how I can get in without raising suspicion ?'

Multiple plans formed in his mind.

One of them was turning invisible, but the problem with that was the uncertainty of the barrier's scope and power—using a spell might backfire and trigger the defenses.

The best option, he realized, was to pass as a demon himself.

Given that many were allowed to enter without much scrutiny, he figured blending in with the crowd would be the safest bet.

Then an idea came to mind. Since many of the demons barely had humanoid faces, if he morphed his head, he could easily pass as one of the lower-rank demons.

'It could work, and I don't even have to change much,' Asher thought to himself. 'I just need to turn my head into my dragon form.'