InnocentFox

"Stop following me!" Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him.  But now she was everywhere, suffocating him. 

"I’m only trying to protect you," she responded. 

Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself." 

She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving. 

"Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence. 

“Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…”

“Then why do you want me to stop following you?”

“I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end.

“Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away.

“I did,” he sighed in defeat.

My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

Asher paused to check the weapon's details. Some of the terms didn't make sense to him, but luckily, Pantheon was there to explain.

(Brat, that's an (SS-) rank weapon. A billion units is too cheap. Ask her why.)

Asher turned to the elven woman. "Why is it so cheap? "

She let out a long sigh, brushing a strand of air behind her ear.

"Because it has too much bloodlust," she said. "Anyone who use it lost control. They went berserk and started killing everyone around them."

"Wait—why are you even selling this? Shouldn't it be destroyed?"

She shook her head. "I don't know either. Headquarters wants it on display, and I don't have the authority to question their decision. Though… there are rumors that an (SSS-) rank once used it without any trouble. She didn't keep it, though. It was too weak for someone like her."

Asher nodded in understanding and swipe to the left. If only an SSS-rank could use it, then buying it would be a waste.

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