My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

"I'm just a concerned citizen. She clearly doesn't want to talk to you, so you should back off," Asher responded, his tone calm, devoid of any hostility.

He wasn't trying to provoke anyone—he was stating a fact.

Spike's eyes narrowed, a muscle in his jaw twitching.

"Don't interfere. This is a personal matter," he warned, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Or else."

Asher tilted his head slightly. "Or else what?"
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"Or else, you'll end up in the hospital. Or worse, in the morgue," Spike said, his tone cold and threatening.

The crowd stepped back, their eyes wide with fear. People whispered nervously, glancing between Spike and the stranger who dared to stand up to him.

Asher didn't respond—not because he was afraid, but because he found Spike's threats laughable. It was like watching a baby trying to intimidate an adult.

In the end, he released her, and Spike reluctantly let go of Elaine as well, turning his full attention to Asher.

Elaine rubbed her wrist, her gaze shifting to the man who stepped in. She didn't recognize him, his features concealed by the shades and face mask he wore.

She smiled at him as a gesture of gratitude, and this didn't go unnoticed by her admirer, who felt as though Asher was trying to steal her away.

Spike took a step closer, their faces now mere inches apart. "What's your name? I don't recognize you."

He didn't get a response. Asher just stood there.

"If you don't tell me now, I can arrest you" he warned.

This time, he got a reaction—but not the one he expected.

Asher casually walked past him, then removed his shades.

"Long time no see, Elaine."

"Asher!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise. She didn't expect to see him after all these years.

"You know that man?" Spike quickly turned to ask, but it was the biggest mistake of his life.

The woman he had been pursuing was now blushing like a maiden in love, unable to hide her happiness.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and the final blow came when she hugged Asher tightly, overcome with nostalgia.

Spike froze, his eyes widening, unable to comprehend that the woman he loved was now in the arms of another man.

He loved her because, unlike other women, she didn't show interest in him because of his wealth, power, or popularity.

It was a rare quality, and he believed it meant she wasn't the type of girl to give herself away without careful thought.

But what was happening now?

Why did she look so happy?

She was burying her face in his chest like it was the most comforting place in the world.

Were they lovers? An ex?

Was he the one who took her first kiss? Her first time?

A whirlwind of questions flooded the awakener's mind, each one more painful than the last.

The crowd could only watch in silence, pity in their eyes as they saw the man's crushed expression.

After the sadness came the anger.

Spike stormed forward, grabbing Asher by the shoulder.

What the hell do you think you're doing with my girl?" Spike demanded, his face twisting with aggression.

But when he came face-to-face with his love rival, he almost cursed out loud.

He could only see Asher's eyes, but even that was enough for Spike to realize he was already losing in the looks department. It hit hard, further crushing his ego.

All of this almost made the Rank S awakener lose control, but he quickly reassured himself that he was far stronger.

If it came down to it, he could crush his rival into a pulp.

With that thought, he tightened his grip, determined to force his rival to kneel. But there was no reaction.

He increased his pressure, and his aura surged, sending cracks through the ground beneath them.

The air thickened with power, but to everyone's disbelief, the stranger still stood there, unmoved. Not even a flinch.

"What are you doing?" Asher asked calmly. If he was being honest, the pressure felt more like a shoulder massage than a threat.

His comment wasn't born out of arrogance; it was just the truth. The awakeners were just too weak compared to him.

Unfortunately, Spike was too emotional to take the hint.

Determined to crushed his rival, he finally activated his ability.

He lifted his hand high, then brought it down with all his force. The crowd scattered, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

Elaine was taken aback by the fact that he would use such a dangerous attack in a public place.

His ability allowed him to increase the amount of force he could generate; the more momentum he built, the stronger the impact would become.

BOOOOM!

Debris and dust flew in all directions as his hand struck Asher's shoulder, demonstrating the immense power behind what seemed like a simple tap.

The crowd that managed to flee silently prayed for Asher's fate. They all believed that, after that blow, he was reduced to nothing more than a heap of mangled flesh.

However—

When the dust finally settled, what greeted the crowd was Asher still standing, casually moving his neck and rolling his shoulders like he just bent a muscle.

He didn't appear to have taken a single scratch.

Spike was completely speechless, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. His attack—though not his most powerful— was enough to defeat an A - Rank.

And yet, his rival was treating it like a joke.

Spike's fists clenched, his aura exploding out of his body.

He was finally getting serious. The sheer force of it triggered the city's alarm, the shrill sound echoing through the streets as it detected an insane amount of energy being unleashed.

Asher, on the other hand, was growing tired of the entire situation. He was tempted to just slap the awakener into sleep and be done with it.

But doing that would draw too much attention to him, and humanity might start worshiping him as a god, which would only bring more trouble.

He escaped his previous world because he craved a low-key life, free from the burdens of politics and all the other nonsense.

'How did it come to this again?' he wondered, a sigh escaping him.

The only reason he intervened in the first place was because he didn't want to risk Elaine's elemental god going berserk if the awakener kept pushing her.

So, using his common sense, he tried save the city, but who would have thought that the first thing Elaine would do was hug him right in front of her jealous, and dumb admirer?

"Release your ability, or you'll die without even knowing what hit you!" Spike challenged, his voice dripping with absolute confidence.

"Calm down, we don't have to fight. We used to be classmates, so she's just happy to see me. We don't have a romantic relationship, right, Elaine?"

Asher turned to her, expecting her to back up his story, but instead, she seemed to go into a completely different world.

Rather than saying "yes," she started absentmindedly playing with her hair, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.

'I never learn. I should've seen this coming with my luck,'