Esper Harem in the Apocalypse

Chapter 1142 1142: Clearing the Apocalypse Tower

Rudy stepped through the front door of his house. The quiet familiarity of the small living room greeted him. Alice sat on the edge of the worn sofa, surrounded by a few duffel bags. She had packed her things immediately after the incident at the school, officially moving in to stay under the absolute safety of his newly claimed territory earlier than she wanted to.

Alice looked up, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. ”The streets are totally empty. Everyone is hiding inside their houses watching that giant blue dome.”

”They will adjust,” Rudy said, walking into the living room.

He glanced around the cramped space. Between Jessica, Rebecca, Alice, and the impending arrival of Lu Bela and her entire network, the modest floor plan was completely inadequate.

A ruling god could not operate a global empire out of a tiny suburban kitchen. He needed a proper seat of power. He needed the ancient Orcelona Dynasty castle from his memories.

Rudy walked through the kitchen and pushed open the back door, stepping out into the yard.

A colossal, ancient tower loomed just a few feet from his property line. It stretched incredibly high into the sky, casting a massive, dark shadow over the grass. Faintly glowing, intricate inscriptions crawled up the dark stone exterior.

When Rudy initiated the apocalypse before the timeline reset, this monolithic structure had violently manifested, entirely replacing the quiet forest that used to border his home.

This tower was ground zero. It was the exact coordinate where the apocalypse had originally bled into Earth.

For the first few years after the apocalypse, the world had battled whatever came out of it. But exactly three years ago, the massive iron gates at the base had slammed shut and sealed themselves.

Every top-tier hero and heavy artillery squad on the continent had tried to breach the walls. The stone was classified as completely indestructible, absorbing energy blasts and deflecting raw kinetic force without taking a single scratch.

Rudy stared up at the towering monolith blocking his land. He needed the space to manifest his castle, and this apocalyptic monument was directly in the way.

He stepped off the porch and walked up to the base of the tower. He placed his bare hand directly against the cold, inscribed stone.

The ancient enchantments flared aggressively, trying to repel his touch. Rudy let his dark crimson mana bleed from his palm directly into the masonry. He accessed his spatial manipulation, locking his raw power onto the molecular structure of the building itself.

The indestructible stone began to fracture under his palm. Deep, glowing red cracks spiderwebbed up the side of the tower, reaching hundreds of feet into the air in a matter of seconds. The protective runes shattered like cheap glass.

Rudy curled his fingers inward, applying a massive dose of localized, crushing gravity directly to the structureʼs core.

The tower groaned loudly. The top half collapsed inward, sucked into a concentrated singularity Rudy manifested inside the architecture. He bypassed the need to break the stone by simply erasing its physical existence. Huge chunks of the indestructible monument dissolved into fine, dark ash, raining down onto the empty dirt.

Within sixty seconds, the apocalyptic tower was completely gone. A massive, perfectly flat expanse of cleared land stretched out behind his small house, leaving an empty canvas for his empire.

Not only that, but all the towers in the world had collapsed and disappeared the same way, causing a massive uproar in the world. Some were relieved and happy that the apocalypse had finally ended and there would be no more monsters, while others, who had switched from their daily lives to the hero life, were in disdain and disbelief that all their hard work and sacrifices had turned into a vain.

Rudy dusted his hands off and turned back toward the house to bring Alice outside.

He walked back through the kitchen and pushed the screen door open. Alice looked up from the worn sofa.

”Come outside,” Rudy instructed, holding the door for her.

Alice grabbed one of her duffel bags, hugging it nervously to her chest, and followed him out onto the back porch. As soon as she looked past the edge of the grass, she froze. The massive, indestructible tower that had loomed over the town for years had completely vanished. A sprawling expanse of flat, dark ash stretched out for acres where the apocalyptic landmark used to sit.

”Rudy...” Alice whispered, her eyes wide. ”Where is the tower?”

”I cleared the lot,” Rudy answered casually. He walked down the porch steps and stopped at the edge of the grass. ”The old house is too small for everyone. I need a proper seat of power to run this territory.”

Rudy closed his eyes, tapping directly into the absolute core of his god-tier abilities. His powers were deeply rooted in his desires, thoughts, and imagination.

Manifesting an object of this magnitude required immense mental strength, forcing him to perfectly visualize every single stone, corridor, and towering spire of the ancient Orcelona Dynasty.

The dark crimson mana flared violently around his shoulders. The air over the cleared dirt warped, folding inward under a crushing gravitational weight.

Rudy projected his memories directly into reality.

Massive foundations of dark obsidian ripped themselves out of the void, slamming into the earth with a deafening boom. The ground shook violently beneath Aliceʼs feet. Giant stone walls rapidly materialized, climbing hundreds of feet into the air. Sprawling courtyards, grand balconies, and towering defensive spires rendered themselves perfectly into existence.

The heavy iron gates at the front crashed into the dirt, branded with the ancient crest of his bloodline.

The manifestation finished in less than ten seconds, dropping an enormous, majestic castle directly onto the ashes of the destroyed tower. The sheer scale of the fortress dwarfed Rudyʼs small suburban home, casting a long, commanding shadow over the entire neighborhood.

Rudy let out a slow breath. The mental exertion of pulling an entire castle from his imagination gave him a brief, dull ache behind his eyes, but his rapid regeneration cleared the fatigue almost instantly.

Alice dropped her duffel bag onto the porch boards. She stared up at the impossible, sky-scraping fortress practically sitting in their backyard.

”You just created an entire castle out of thin air,” Alice breathed, completely overwhelmed by the casual display of his godhood.

Rudy turned around, offering her a calm, welcoming smile. ”Grab your bags, Alice. I will show you to your new room.”