A Cultivator in the World Dominated By Awakeners

They both entered behind Rebecca, momentarily more surprised to see a young man sitting on the chair by the glass façade.

However, they quickly masked their reactions. In this hotel, they were already used to seeing young couples check in.

Rebecca was the first to enter the bathroom, clearly to change clothes.

She didn't take long, emerging in a short nightgown, her blonde hair now loose.

"Oliver, you might want to change into shorts," said Rebecca.

"No, these are just sweatpants. Easy to roll up," Oliver replied, feeling too lazy to change.

And his sweatpants were indeed easy to roll above his knees.

Rebecca nodded at his refusal and moved to the bed. "Come on," she said.

She gestured for him to lie on the bed as well.

The bed was enormous—long and wide. Rebecca lay on one side, and the other was still spacious enough for Oliver.

He didn't mind the situation. What mattered was that he wanted a full-body massage.

He even took off his shirt, revealing a torso packed with muscle, stunning the two massage therapists.

Their eyes twitched as they stared at his chest, and Oliver noticed that even Rebecca was observing his body.

"In my opinion, you have the sexiest body I've ever seen," she said.

Oliver didn't expect her to actually say that, but he figured this woman was the type to speak easily, even throwing insults around without hesitation—so it wasn't surprising she could talk about this openly, especially after drinking.

"Just my body?" Oliver responded.

"What about my face?" he pointed at himself.

"Of course, one of the best. The face is ultimately innate; it can't be improved much like the body," replied Rebecca.

"And you still called me a bumpkin?" Oliver rolled his eyes.

Even when he was poor, people usually didn't look down on him because of his looks—but Rebecca clearly distinguished between a handsome poor guy and a handsome rich one.

"Come on, you should let that go," the woman replied in a helpless tone.

At this point, Oliver lay down beside her, enjoying how incredibly comfortable the mattress was. It felt like lying on a bed of goose feathers, not a regular mattress.

"Rebecca, you're quite bold to let me lie here. Aren't you afraid I won't want to leave?" Oliver asked as he glanced at her.

He felt like she was becoming more open to him—as if ready to accept whatever he wanted to do.

No rational woman would usually do something like this.

"It's fine as long as you just want to sleep. The bed's big enough for both of us," she answered casually.

After saying that, she glanced at the two massage therapists who seemed stunned by their conversation.

"What are you waiting for?" she said.

Hearing that, the two of them quickly got to work, moving to each side of the bed while pulling out bottles of olive oil—likely blended with special oils—from their bags.

Upon closer look, the two women had slightly different builds—one was slimmer and the other a bit chubby.

The chubbier one went to Oliver's side.

Maybe they knew that it would take more strength to massage a man with a body like his.

"Sir, please lie on your stomach," said the chubbier one.

Rebecca received the same instruction from the slimmer one.

Oliver quickly turned over, burying his face in the pillow which smelled wonderful.

Then, he began to feel the massage start at his legs.

"Go as hard as you can. I guarantee, the lady next to me will tip you 10K," he said, wanting a stronger massage.

The money he got from Ivy wasn't that much, and tipping just 100 or 200 dollars would be embarrassing in a hotel like this—so he could only rely on Rebecca.

That amount of money was probably like a grain of sand to her, and she would surely do as he said.

Just as he spoke, Oliver felt the pressure on his legs intensify.

The massage therapist suddenly seemed very enthusiastic. After all, even rich people rarely gave tips that large.

"Sir, is this strong enough for you?" she asked.

She was already using all her strength but still wanted to make sure Oliver was satisfied. If not, she'd push herself even more.

"Yes, that's strong enough. Keep it like this," Oliver replied.

He was satisfied and didn't want to push the masseuse too hard.

While enjoying the massage, Oliver's mind drifted toward understanding his techniques.

Only his understanding of Black Hole and the Ordo of Life had improved lately—both were scriptures—so it made sense to deepen his understanding of the techniques too.

With this comfortable condition, it was surprisingly easy to comprehend even the two most difficult techniques: Void Domain and Absolute Fusion Technique.

His understanding of them gradually increased, and the other techniques even more so due to the momentum from his cultivation growth.

From his legs, the masseuse moved up to his thighs, then to his back, from his waist to his neck. Each section was massaged for about fifteen minutes—quite a long time for him.

Of course, too long wasn't ideal either. As his muscles relaxed, the massage didn't feel as pleasant anymore.

After massaging his neck and scalp—leaving his hair messy—the masseuse moved on to his arms.

The pressure was a bit lighter, but Oliver still felt comfortable. He was too lazy to complain, and he was genuinely pleased because he had significantly improved his understanding of the techniques.

(Innate Techniques from Void Body):

Void Domain (2.40%) → +0.40

Void Particle Control (7.70%) → +0.70

Void Step (6.80%) → +0.40

Void Body Transformation (10.40%) → +0.09

Void Sense (10%) → +0.50

(Techniques):

Absolute Fusion Technique (0.55%) → +0.40

Compared to before, this was the highest increase he'd seen in his understanding of Void Domain and Absolute Fusion Technique—though the latter still seemed far from reaching even 1%.

Still, it gave him some confidence for the future.

"Sir, the massage is complete," the masseuse said.

Oliver rolled over again. He hadn't seen anything since his face was buried in the pillow, and Rebecca hadn't spoken.

But now, the woman was sitting up, drinking a glass of cold water.

She had apparently finished earlier.

Her fair skin looked quite red—probably from the massage.

The first time he saw her, she was being massaged by two therapists at once, and even now, both massage therapists should've been massaging just her.

Oliver couldn't help but ask, "Do you really love massages that much?"

"Yes, it's a must when I have free time," she replied.

After that, she turned to the two massage therapists.

"Show me your QR codes," she said.

Hearing that, both therapists eagerly pulled papers from their pockets. Each paper had a QR code printed on it. They held them up to Rebecca, and she pointed her phone's camera at each one.

Both looked thrilled, because immediately after, the "ding" sound came from their phones.

"Thank you, miss!" They both bowed in gratitude.

"Each of you just got 10K. Now get going," Rebecca said coldly.

The two didn't mind. They nodded quickly and left in a hurry.