My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

After wrapping up business at O.N.E Universal Trading, Asher headed straight to the Inter-world Portal hub.

No one gave him special treatment here. He wasn't some bigshot. Just another face in the queue.

The portal area looked like a massive airport, except with rows of circular gates instead of terminals.

Each gate pulsed with soft, glowing light, forming smooth rings large enough to drive a truck through.

They were color-coded, each connecting to different cities across Agath.

Dozens of signs hovered above the gates, displaying names in multiple alien scripts.

Hundreds of people moved between them, giving a sense of how huge this planet really was.

Asher scanned the portal names. Most didn't matter—he wasn't here as a tourist. He knew the longer it took to reach the center of the universe, the longer Lucy and the others would be stuck waiting for him.

Then he saw it—Agath Capital, marked with a green border. It was bigger than the rest, probably twice the height, surrounded by guards in polished silver suits with visors that has green template.

One of them stepped forward. "Ten thousand units."

Asher tapped his black card without saying a word. A beep confirmed.

Then came the ID check, which made no sense, but whatever.

Probably a system set up to take payment before someone changed their mind—or before the guards found a problem.

While waiting for his turn, someone tapped his shoulder. He turned and saw an elven woman with short green hair, dressed in a tight black suit.

"You new here too?" she asked.

"Yeah, and you are?"

She smiled like she'd been waiting for that question. "Call me Nyla. I'm also new here. Got picked up by some relic hunters when they passed through my planet, and I ended up going with them because they promised me wealth beyond my imagination. My world's pretty dull, you know, so I figured why not? I— "

"I didn't ask for your life story," he cut in, eyes already drifting back toward the line.

Nyla scratched the back of her head, letting out a nervous laugh. "Right. Sorry. People say I overshare sometimes."

"Sometimes?" He raised an eyebrow. "You're acting like we're old friends."

She backed off half a step, not offended, just a bit surprised. "Wow, you're not much for small talk, huh?"

He didn't respond. He stepped forward as the line moved, letting the silence do the talking. Her presence didn't feel threatening, just... loud.

She fell into step beside him, as if she hadn't noticed his clear lack of enthusiasm for her company.

"So, what's your story then? You're not exactly blending in with the crowd," she said, glancing at his clothes, then back to his face with a knowing look. "Something about you screams 'I did not come here to enjoy'

Asher didn't even glance at her. He kept his eyes forward, focused on the people moving past, the occasional drone zipping overhead, and the portals.

"I'm just passing through," he muttered, hoping she'd take the hint.

But Nyla was persistent. "Passing through? To do what? "

He paused for a beat, then shrugged. "I've got business. Just need to get to the capital."

She didn't let it go. "Business, huh? Big plans?"

"Please stop talking. I'm a busy person." he finally called her out.

She blinked in surprise, as if she hadn't expected him to be so blunt.

For a moment, she didn't say anything, just watched him with a raised eyebrow. Her lips parted, then closed again, as though she was weighing her response.

Asher's gaze was locked straight ahead, not giving her an inch of his attention. His patience had worn thin, and he wasn't about to let her draw him into some pointless conversation.

"You sure know how to make a first impression, huh?" she said, her voice light, teasing. "Don't worry, I'll try to keep my mouth shut for a bit Mr. Busy guy."

He had enough, but just before he could say anything, a tall man in full combat armor roared from a distance, "Nyla, what are you doing there, bothering someone again? Get the hell in here, you dipshit!"

She just laughed it off, but still followed his order, giving Asher some space again. As she walked away, she turned back with a grin.

"See ya later," she called out, before disappearing into the crowd.

'What an annoying girl,' he sighed.

(Brat, you're lucky you didn't push that girl too far,)

"What do you mean?" he asked, confusion creasing his brow. He was sure she was far weaker than him.

(That girl is at a bare minimum an S+ rank, like you. You couldn't see through her because she's a bit stronger than you.)

Asher opened his mouth, then closed it again, unsure of how to react. "Are you really sure she's stronger than me?"

Though, Pantheon rated him as an S+ rank too, that was including all his gear and items.

(Yes, I detected traces of high-level artifacts in her body too.)

'Forget it, it's not like she's my enemy,' Asher muttered to himself, pushing the thought to the back of his mind.

The universe was vast, and the chances of crossing paths with her again were almost nonexistent once he left this planet.

Still, meeting her was a reminder. In this place, appearances meant nothing. Even a homeless-looking guy could be a godlike figure, capable of turning into a giant and leveling entire cities.

He stepped into the portal ring. Light wrapped around him like flowing water. For a moment, everything went quiet.

Then came the transition.

When the light cleared, he stood in a completely different world.

Daylight greeted him—brighter than he expected.

The sky was pale blue with two suns, one smaller and deeper orange. A warm breeze brushed his face. The city stretched far in every direction.

Flying vehicles zipped between the buildings, but none flew too high. Most floated just above traffic level, low enough to keep the skyline open.

He walked toward the platform's edge.

A wide, curving path guided foot traffic down to street level. Around him, bodies moved in steady flow—some tall and insectoid, others hunched with exposed mechanical spines.

A woman passed by with half her face replaced by chrome plating. Her eyes glowed faintly blue. Behind her, a hovering drone carried a box marked in a language he didn't recognize.

The crowd wasn't all powerful. Asher glanced around. Of everyone nearby, maybe one in a hundred gave off real presence—B-rank energy at best. A-rank? He felt none.

Neutral cities attracted all types, but mostly the unaffiliated. Traders, those who wanted to work, the curious.

Of course, he hadn't accounted for people like Nyla—those who seemed ordinary but could easily be hiding extraordinary power beneath the surface.

He walked for a bit, keeping pace with the others, until a glowing sign caught his eye—Metro Access / City Map.

'A subway?'

He stopped for a second and stared.

'Why do they even have this? Can't they just scatter gates around and be done with it?'

(Brat. You think teleporting is cheap?) Pantheon's voice dropped in, dry as ever. (And not everyone has an ancient dragon core to use as ride all the time)

'Fair enough.'

This city wasn't built just for people like him. It ran on regular lives. People who took trains, paid rent, and didn't fly around with god-tier summons.

"Let's go." He stepped into the station but was greeted by something else.

There weren't trains here—not like the ones he knew. Floating cubes hovered over magnetic tracks.

Each glowed faintly at the base, using some kind of rail-free system. No operators. No visible controls.

Doors opened as he approached. No seats inside—just curved walls and hand grips. A few passengers already stood there, leaning calmly.

As soon as he stepped in, the door slid shut.

A second passed.

Then the cube took off.

No sound. No shake. The speed hit fast enough that his balance shifted slightly, but the stabilizers kicked in right after.

Outside, the city blurred.

In just ten seconds, they reached the next stop.

The doors slid open, releasing a small group of passengers. One man stepped off, his legs replaced by sleek cybernetic prosthetics that hummed softly with each movement.

Another carried a cube-shaped pet carrier, its blinking lights dancing erratically, perhaps with a creature that would be better off unseen.

Asher remained inside, knowing that his destination was further ahead. Good thing, the Elven woman from O.N.E had provided enough information to ensure he wouldn't get lost.

He kept his eyes on the glowing map, watching as the dots moved closer to his stop.

DING!

The door slid open with a soft hiss, and he stepped out.

There were few people here, a contrast to the busy areas he passed through. This wasn't a place for the average person.

"Is that the building?" he asked, gesturing toward the tallest structure in the center.

(I don't know, brat. It's been ages since I was last here. And I didn't exactly go around processing papers and approvals. I'm above all that!)

'Then why aren't you using your so-called reputation as the Ancient Dragon of Wrath to help me skip all this stuff?' Asher scoffed.

'Oh, right. You're in weakened state now. If your enemies found out that you're still alive, they would hunt you down.'

Pantheon went quiet. It had never told Asher any of that—but the signs were obvious.

Always hiding its presence. Always warning him never to speak its name out loud.

Asher glanced at the towering building again, lips pressed into a thin line.

'Thought so,' he muttered, then started walking.