Esper Harem in the Apocalypse

Chapter 1163: Cosmic Relaxation

While the rest of the entourage split up to explore the sprawling resort, Rudy escorted Erika, Jessica, Rebecca, Ruby, and Reina down to the private cosmic beach.

The sand was made of crushed, glowing starlight, and the crystal-clear waters of the Obsidian Tides shimmered under the three colorful moons.

Erika wasted no time. She tossed her shoes aside and splashed into the water, immediately realizing the glowing ocean was highly reactive to ambient mana. Grinning wickedly, she channeled her corrupted aura into the water, generating massive, violent waves to surf on.

Her chaotic mana output quickly disturbed the local wildlife. The ocean bubbled, and a massive, ancient sea leviathan—a terrifying beast with iridescent scales and four massive jaws, erupted from the depths, roaring furiously at the interruption of its slumber.

Rudy casually adjusted his sunglasses and leaned back in his levitating beach chair. Jessica and Rebecca didn’t even look up from the sandcastle they were building. There was no panic, and certainly no applause.

”Finally, some local entertainment!” Erika laughed wildly. She abandoned her wave and launched herself directly at the colossal sea monster, tackling the leviathan by its massive horns and wrestling it down into the glowing surf for fun.

Meanwhile, deep inside the resort’s luxurious interior, Elena, Alice, and Janet were experiencing a completely different type of relaxation at the exclusive reality-bending spa.

They lay face-down on levitating massage tables while highly trained celestial masseuses prepared their signature treatment. The staff utilized intense gravity magic—a technique designed to crush and knead the incredibly dense muscle tissue of cosmic entities and star-gods.

The lead masseuse activated a gravity well directly over Alice’s back, applying enough pressure to flatten a mountain.

”Oh, that’s nice,” Alice hummed sleepily, completely unaffected. ”Right between the shoulder blades, please.”

Elena sighed in peaceful contentment as a similar gravity-crush was applied to her. The celestial staff stared in absolute horror, sweating profusely as they pushed their magic to the absolute maximum limit. It barely tickled the mortal women.

What the staff didn’t know was that by sharing Rudy’s bed, Alice and Elena had absorbed massive amounts of the Overlord’s raw divine essence. Their physical durability had passively evolved to handle his god-tier power, making a mountain-crushing massage feel like a gentle breeze.

Over on the third table, Janet was also completely unfazed by the gravity magic. However, her immunity had nothing to do with divine stamina.

The sapphire hairpin resting in her hair secretly projected a passive absolute-defense field around her body, completely neutralizing the celestial gravity before it even touched her skin.

”This is lovely,” Janet smiled politely. ”Though I think you might need to press a little harder.”

The celestial masseuses collapsed to their knees in sheer exhaustion, absolutely terrified by the unfathomable durability of the Supreme Sovereign and her immortal companions.

Back at the Diamond Penthouse Spire, Rudy had briefly teleported to their suite to grab a fresh bottle of golden nectar. Just as he stepped out onto the zero-gravity balcony, the penthouse doors violently burst open.

A mob of furious, snobby cosmic nobles stormed into the suite. These were the highly influential aristocrats who had been completely bypassed in the lobby and abruptly evicted from the penthouse tier to make room for Janet.

”This is an outrage!” the lead noble shouted, pointing a jewel-encrusted cane at Rudy. ”I am Lord Valthor of the Seventh Nebula! We paid billions of cosmic credits for this spire! You will vacate this suite immediately, you filthy mortal, or I will buy your entire home planet and turn it into a parking lot!”

Rudy took a slow sip of his nectar and turned to face the angry mob. He didn’t summon his spatial magic, nor did he threaten them with violence. Instead, his eyes glowed faintly as he directly interfaced with the dimensional banking system that governed the resort.

”Lord Valthor, was it?” Rudy asked smoothly. He snapped his fingers.

In a fraction of a second, Rudy completely altered the resort’s financial registry. He moved a decimal point, transferring the collective net worth of every single complaining noble into the negative trillions.

A sharp, blaring alarm instantly echoed through the penthouse corridors. The nobles looked at their glowing digital wrist-ledgers in absolute horror as their vast fortunes vanished, replaced by a flashing red [INSUFFICIENT FUNDS] warning.

Before Valthor could even scream, the ceiling panels slid open. A swarm of automated, heavily armored Debt-Collection Drones dropped into the room.

[ Code Red. Extreme Poverty Detected in the Diamond Tier. ] the drones announced in cold, robotic voices.

”Wait! There’s been a mistake! I own a nebula!” Valthor cried out.

The drones completely ignored his pleas, firing glowing energy nets over the suddenly bankrupt aristocrats.

Within seconds, the entire angry mob was physically dragged out of the suite and violently deported to the lower-dimension cosmic mines to work off their infinite debt.

Rudy smiled, the quiet returning to the luxurious suite. He grabbed his bottle of nectar and prepared to head back down to the beach to see if Erika had finished drowning the leviathan.

Some time later, they gathered for dinner.

The Starlight Dining Pavilion of BlueRings was an architectural marvel. Suspended completely in mid-air over the glowing ocean, the open-concept restaurant featured tables carved from solid comets and a mesmerizing view of the three colorful moons.

Rudy’s entourage gathered around the largest, most central table reserved exclusively for the ’Supreme Sovereign.’ Erika arrived smelling faintly of scorched leviathan scales, though she looked highly satisfied with her afternoon workout.

Alice, Elena, and Janet floated in looking utterly radiant and completely relaxed, the celestial spa having done wonders for their mood.

”I must say,” Janet smiled, unfolding a silken napkin onto her lap. ”This resort’s hospitality is simply unmatched. The masseuses worked so hard they all had to take a nap afterward.”

”They certainly put their backs into it,” Elena agreed smoothly, sharing a highly amused glance with Alice.

As the girls settled in, the head chef of BlueRings, a towering, four-armed celestial gourmand with a glowing chef’s hat, approached their table. He was trailed by a dozen floating waiters carrying a massive, heavily reinforced stasis platter.

”Supreme Sovereign, honored guests,” the head chef bowed grandly. ”For our most prestigious visitors, I present the ultimate culinary challenge: The Abyssal Void-Crab.”