My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 372: Journey To The Center 12

Astra clapped his hands together under his chin. "Oh, and what do you plan to do? Despite being an S Rank, you're still a new member, so it'll take you some time." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"I'm willing to do the work. Just give me your most dangerous mission, one that'll allow me to jump the merit ranks in one go. I don't care ."

"HAHAHA!" Astra suddenly burst into laughter. This was the first time he met someone so courageous—or stupid—it was hard to say which.

Still, Asher had proven himself to be powerful, so the guild leader treated him as an equal.

"Alright, I believe you. Someone this desperate wouldn't be a spy. I'm sorry, if I was being too careful before."

"It's alright. It's only normal to be careful."

Astra gave him a long, searching look, then let out a deep breath. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"Anyway," The guild leader continued, his tone changing slightly, "about your goal to go to the center of the universe... Though it's true I can give you clearance, I can only do that if there's a mission that needs urgent backup."

Asher nodded. "I understand, but is there a mission now that I can join that could do just that?"

"You're too impatient." Astra shook his head. "I've seen plenty of powerful people like you burn too bright and too fast. So, take my advice—don't underestimate the danger of those kind of missions. Even multiple S-Ranks couldn't confidently say they could complete them."

Not wanting to delay further, Asher decided to be bolder. So, there's an available mission, right? One that could get me the clearance I need?"

"Did you not hear what I just said?" Astra's voice dropped. "You could end up dead if you become too greedy."

Without a hint of hesitation, Asher responded. " I don't care about that. If I die, so be it."

The guild leader stared at him, stunned by the sheer determination in his eyes. It was as if he feared nothing—either that, or he was simply too confident in his own abilities.

"Don't regret this," Astra muttered, scratching his head. He pressed a button on his desk, and a holographic display flickered to life.

On the screen, a massive creature appeared—one so large it dwarfed entire planets. Its body was covered in writhing tentacles, resembling something straight out of a nightmare. It looked like a kraken, but far more terrifying.

"This is Xalorath, an astral beast headed toward Galaxy 7AF20," Astra explained, pointing to the holographic display.

"It's seven Hyperion jumps away from here, and they've requested backup to change its course. You can take this mission since you're an S-Rank, but it's so dangerous that only those crazy enough would even consider it."

"Change its course? Not kill it?" Asher looked puzzled.

Astra's eyes widened, then he paused, remembering that he was talking to someone who came an underdeveloped galaxy.

"Kill an astral beast?" he sighed deeply. "Do you know that astral beasts are nearly immortal? Even an SSS Rank would need a lot of time and effort to take one down."

Asher furrowed his brow. He clearly underestimated how dangerous space could be.

"I get it now. So how exactly am I supposed to redirect something like that?"

Astra leaned back in his chair, watching the holographic image swirl with cosmic data around Xalorath's movement.

"You don't," he said. "Not alone.

He tapped the display, zooming in on a formation of ships near the creature's projected path.

"A coalition force is being assembled near the outer edge of the sector. Your role would be to assist with the beacon deployment. These beacons emit gravitational pulses strong enough to divert its course, but only if placed in a precise formation."

He tap the display again.

"The problem is, you'll need to get close. Really close. And that won't be easy. This particular astral beast releases what we call Dark Waves—a pulse strong enough to knock out anyone below S-Rank instantly. Some don't even wake up."

The guild leader stayed quiet, waiting for a decision. If he was being honest, now that Asher was no longer under suspicion, the idea of losing him this soon didn't sit well.

S-Ranks didn't just show up out of nowhere, especially not ones willing to work for Starfront.

In fact, most of the S Ranks in Starfront didn't start at the top. They rose through the ranks—B, sometimes A—strengthening themselves over time.

This wasn't the kind of place that attracted people with a lot of potential or a clear future already mapped out.

Starfront was for the ones who had nothing at first. The desperate, the driven, the reckless.

"You don't need to accept this mission. You're still new even if you're an S-Rank. No one would judge you for letting it pass and—"

"I'll accept it," Asher cut in.

The guild leader paused mid-sentence, taken aback by how quickly the answer came.

"Are you serious?" Astra asked again, this time more slowly, like he was giving him one last chance to back out.

"Yeah. I am."

Astra studied him for a moment longer, then exhaled through his nose and reached for the console. "Alright then. It's your choice."

When he was done typing, a sheet made of ultra-thin metallic material emerged from the printer.

The sheet flickered briefly, displaying the necessary codes and symbols, and then printed out the confirmation. It also included a note informing those in charge that Asher would be sent to that galaxy as reinforcement.

"Take this. It'll authorize your mission, your transport, and your clearance for entry. But don't take it lightly—this is the kind of mission where a single mistake can cost more than your life."

Asher took the sheet, his expression unreadable, before slipping it into a compartment in his clothing. "Understood."

"Good luck... And by the way, get your Starfront rank card at the counter. You'll need it."

With the talk wrapped up, Asher bowed his head and left the office in high spirits.

He secured clearance for seven jumps, and if he performed well in this mission, the chance of being recognized and promoted within the guild would be higher.