My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 342: Human Hearts Part 2

"This is the last settlement I know of," she responded, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. "I'm not sure if there are any others out there."

His expression grew thoughtful as he turned to the group of survivors waiting to pass through the gate.

"Does anyone know of any other settlements that might still be standing?" he questioned, his eyes scanning the crowd.

The group of survivors looked at each other, some of them shaking their heads while others seemed to be thinking deeply.

One of them, an old man in his 60's with a grizzled beard, stepped forward.

"I think I might know of one," he said, his voice rough from years of smoking.

"My little nephew used to work in a settlement on the other side of the mountain range as a miner. I don't know if it's still standing, but it might be worth checking out."

Asher's eyes lit up with interest.

The old man's eyes widened after he was lifted off the ground, floating alongside Asher.

He looked around in confusion, his hands flailing wildly as he tried to get his bearings. "What's going on?"

"I've got you. Just show me the way, "Asher reassured.

Next, he turned to Skyler. "Wait for me here."

"Okay," She nodded and watched them disappear into the horizon in a flash of light.

From this angle, she finally realized how fast they were moving before.

No wonder they could jump from one settlement to the next in just minutes.

The old man, on the other hand, closed his eyes. He didn't feel the wind pressure thanks to the barrier, but the idea of travelling on the sky with his bare body was too much for him.

"Open your eyes and tell me where it is," Asher slowed down a little.

He forced his eyes open, squinting against the light.

"Those mountains! Just head straight there!"

SWOOOOSH!

Asher wasted no time and landed on the mountain.

The old man was heartbroken after he saw the remnants of the settlement.

It was once a thriving place, but now it was buried under soil after half of the mountain caved in.

As Asher surveyed the devastation, his eyes glowed for a split second.

"There are still people alive,"

Not wanting to waste time, he extended his hand, and the earth responded.

Chunks of rock and soil levitated upward, revealing the bodies of those buried beneath the debris.

More people emerged; their faces filled with soils.

He cast another spell and healed them further, making sure they were strong enough to move on their own. Some were still shaken, but they lives were no longer in grave danger.

When the last survivor managed to stand, Asher opened a portal and gave them simple instructions—where to go, who to ask for.

They stepped through one by one, leaving behind the ruined settlement.

Asher stood still for a few seconds to catch his breath.

'I did my best,' he closed his eyes to rest for a moment.

The mental fatigue was starting to wear him down.

(Brat, you've impressed me again. I still can't figure you out. Other times you act like nothing matters, and the next you put extra effort to save these humans.)

He furrowed his brows. "I only did it because I feel responsible for destroying Deuz."

(Well, you're not wrong. Without that thing, humans were defenseless.)

(So, what's your next move? You can't babysit the humans forever.)

"I know..." he paused, searching for the right words.

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"That's why I'm going to build them a place that can withstand the cold and protect them from the monsters until they're strong enough to stand on their own."

(That would require a more complex spell, one that not only protects the humans but also makes the environment livable for very long period of time)

(It also needs to be built on a stable surface. Even small tremors could cause shifts, and that could be catastrophic.)

Asher nodded in understanding. He was fully aware of the complications involved in creating the sanctuary.

Unlike the hastily constructed barrier h used to protect the main city from the ashes, this would be a far more delicate and intricate task.

He couldn't just form a simple shield to hold off external threats; the sanctuary needed to be a sustainable environment, one that could endure both the harsh elements and the threats lurking outside.

First, he needed to find a stable, fertile surface to build on.

Second, the barrier itself would need multiple layers of protection: it had to block the cold, filter clean air, and ensure that the environment inside was breathable and safe for long-term survival.

Third, the structure had to be self-sustaining.

It was going to require a powerful combination of spells, earth manipulation, and some form of ongoing maintenance to ensure it wouldn't break down.

(Do you already have a spell like that?)

"No, but I can make it work. I just need some time to think."

(Why not just send the humans to the demon world? There's more than enough space and you could give them an island and be done with it.)

"I can't do that. I plan to place a border between the demon and human worlds. If possible, I also want to find a way to shut those massive portals for good."

(So, you don't want humans interacting with demons?)

"That's right. It might be hard to believe, but humans had better lives before all these crazy supernatural events."

(But are you sure that's the best option? I think humans need this kind of pressure to evolve. If you isolate them too much, they won't grow )

He was conflicted by Pantheon's words.

The safer option was to keep the humans isolated, away from beasts and demons. It would reduce the risk of them getting hurt.

But just as Pantheon said, it could also make them incompetent over time.

'Hard times create strong men. Strong men create good times. Good times create weak men. And weak men create hard times.'