My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

In the distance, the sound of rushing water filled the air as the ocean poured into the massive crater created by the Alpha Particle Charge.

The landscape was forever changed, scarred by the devastating power of humanity's most advanced technology.

However--

Though a world-ending threat had just been prevented, there were already signs of movement all around the world.

In this new era, without Asher's presence, Deuz was already making its move.

The data it downloaded from the lunar base was now being used to develop a portable version of APL that could be mass-produced as smaller weapons, allowing the AI to create an army of super androids.

But to make that happen, it needed the Gel first.

Even though the humans of the past failed to decipher its secrets, the supercomputer was confident it could succeed with enough time and resources.

If there was one thing Deuz was better at than everyone else, it was its ability to calculate vast amounts of data per second and simulate multiple scenarios.

What would take humans hundreds of years to process, it could accomplish in just a matter of hours.

So, it sent spaceships into the atmosphere to retrieve it.

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"That was close. Good thing I never trusted that backstabbing AI," Asher sighed, watching his planet from the surface of the moon.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having outsmarted an actual supercomputer.

So, how did he do it?

The answer to that question lay in their first meeting.

It made the wrong call when it confirmed that Lucy was the one who killed her mother, simply because it had the footage of the event.

The AI relied too heavily on the visual data and sensors, without considering the possibility of manipulation or misinterpretation.

Knowing this, he materialized a clone of himself to sit in his spot, fooling the AI into thinking it was him.

While the clone drew Deuz's attention, Asher maintained his invisibility and teleported a few km away.

He waited, watching for its next move.

If Deuz stayed true to their arrangement, he would let it slide. But if it betrayed him, then it would be time to eliminate it once and for all.

It was a delicate chess match.

Just as Deuz believed Asher to be a greater threat than the titan, he also saw Deuz as a looming danger—not only in the human world, but in the demon world as well, if left unchecked.

(Brat, you really impressed me this time. I can't believe you've been pretending to follow that thing's instructions, but you're actually a few steps ahead,) Pantheon chuckled, finding the turn of events amusing.

"I'm not an idiot. There's no way I'm trusting a supercomputer. And this works out perfectly, because now it justifies what I'm about to do next," Asher face turned serious.

(So, you're finally going to destroy it?)

"Yeah, to be honest, I didn't want to do it at first," Asher admitted.

"That thing is the only one actually putting in the effort to keep the human race from going extinct. But it's too flawed and dangerous."

(So, what will you do with the surviving humans on the planet? If you destroy that thing, they won't be able to live for long with no one to lead them. They only survive this long because of that supercomputer)

"I know that. That's why I plan to rebuild my world, set up a new unified government and..." Before he could finish his words, Pantheon started laughing.

(Brat, you really are a born conqueror. First the demon world, and now your home world... You never fail to amaze me.)

Asher rolled his eyes. Pantheon was messing with him again.

He couldn't help but feel that the ancient dragon was becoming more and more comfortable the longer they stayed together.

Even its way of speaking was becoming more casual.

Still, he couldn't really retort that, because his plan did rely on establishing a new government.

But he couldn't use demons to lead it, because that would only make humans feel oppressed.

He needed a human to be his proxy leader, and he already had someone in mind.

"They're moving," he raised his head.

A tracking spell was placed on the gel when he infused it with his energy.

Now, it would be used to pinpoint the exact location of Deuz's base.

(So, you're just going to wait?)

"No," Asher replied. "I'll teleport and follow it without being noticed."

BLINK!

He found himself in the planet's atmosphere again, watching as the gel was carried back to the surface by some oversized airplanes.

The direction was toward the western hemisphere, as expected, and he followed closely behind it, maintaining multiple spells to stay hidden and undetected.

They headed toward the northwest, flying over a huge area filled with icy mountains.

Below, the landscape looked cold and empty, but there were large patches of melted water, leftover from the titan's rampage.

The destruction had changed the land, turning some parts into swamps and flooding areas that used to be frozen solid.

Though the planet was now safe, it would still undergo a lot of changes

But that wasn't his priority.

Asher focused on the spaceship, which continued its descent into a massive lake.

Without hesitation, he followed, diving in after it.

To his surprise, the lake was much deeper than he expected.

The spaceship kept going, descending further until a giant round metal hatched slowly opened.

What amazed him was that no water rushed in. There was a barrier blocking the water, allowing the spaceship to pass through without any flooding.

Asher quickly reacted. He teleported inside the ship, positioning himself near the end to avoid detection just in case it has some kind of sensor.

When the whole thing finally passed through, the metal hatch closed behind it.

The spaceship landed in what seemed like an underground airport, and there, he saw thousands of unidentified flying objects shaped like stingrays.

He couldn't help but wonder why Deuz hadn't used these weapons against the titans.

That wasn't all he noticed. The place was surrounded by thick metal walls, and there were no signs of humans anywhere.

Entire area seemed to be completely automated, with hundreds of thousands of humanoid robots were working—carrying materials, welding, and performing all kinds of tasks.

The sight was both impressive and unsettling. Unlike the robots Deuz had used before, these were barely complete.

Asher could see their skeletal structures, with oversized red eyes acting as sensors.

It was as if Deuz had been attempting to create humanoid robots but stopped short, abandoning the process before adding muscles and skin.

'I'm pretty sure this is the right place,' he muttered to himself.

For now, Asher decided to explore the area first to locate the central computer.

It was far easier than he expected since these robots had no capability of sensing him.

Taking flight, Asher entered a corridor—though it was better to call it a tunnel due to its immense size.

It could easily fit four-wheel trucks side by side.

The tunnel wasn't just used by the robots. Conveyor belts ran along the floors, delivering supplies throughout the facility.

There were several paths along the way, and he made sure to double-check each one. He was surprised by what he discovered.

This place was a self-sufficient, all-in-one factory. They manufactured chips, weapons, and likely had robots mining minerals outside to keep everything running.

It was a massive, autonomous operation, capable of sustaining itself without human help.

'Is it preparing for war?' he wondered. There was simply too much weaponry being produced here.

'But against who?' he added, his thoughts racing.

He doubted that even the beasts populating the planet could contend with this level of firepower. Something didn't add up.

(Brat, just a guess, but what if that thing is trying to wipe out all demons? It targeted you because it sees you as a threat, right?)

Asher paused, considering Pantheon's words.

"You might be onto something. No matter how intelligent it is, it can't fully replicate the way living organisms think, so its mind remains stuck in black and white."

"In a way, I almost feel sorry for it. I don't think it even understands that what it's doing is wrong. It's just blindly following its programming, convinced it's taking the best course of action."

(Tsk, this is exactly why I don't like dealing with machines.)

Blaming a machine for just doing its job was like blaming a sword for cutting—it's simply following its purpose, no matter the consequences.

"After I find the main server, I'll destroy this place and end it once and for all."

He flew around again, navigating through the labyrinth of tunnels.

After a few minutes, he entered another passage that led to a vast chamber. Inside, at least thirty massive elevators were transporting materials.

He swooped down and stood inside the elevator and waited for it to go down.

The elevator began its descent, carrying him deeper into the depths of this over-the-top facility.