Interstellar Beast World: All My Husbands Are Powerful and Rich!-Chapter 54: Blood Moon

"You need to take good care of it," Rory said seriously, her gaze firm as she looked at the two males before her. "It saved my life. If anything happens to it, I’ll be so upset I won’t be able to eat."

There was a saying that circulated everywhere in the interstellar world: when a woman refused to eat, it meant something had gone terribly wrong at home. Back when Rory lived alone, no one had ever cared whether she skipped meals or not. She had never understood why it was considered such a grave matter.

But the instant the words left her mouth, the reaction was immediate.

Jasper’s face drained of color. His hands tightened instinctively around Burnt dumpling, his expression turning tense and solemn. "Rory, don’t worry," he said quickly, his voice low but resolute. "As long as I’m here, nothing will happen to it. I swear it."

Even Dax—who had been sitting quietly on the couch, pretending to mind his own business—sprang to his feet as if stung. His usual easygoing demeanor vanished, replaced by unmistakable concern. "Female Master, Jasper and I will definitely take good care of Burnt dumpling," he said earnestly.

So the rumors were true after all. When a woman talked about losing her appetite, it really was serious.

Rory blinked at their reactions, momentarily caught off guard. "I was just saying that," she said, waving her hand lightly. "You don’t need to be so tense."

With that, she felt there was nothing left to discuss. The exhaustion from the day finally caught up to her, and she turned, intending to return to her room and rest.

"Female Master!"

As she took her first step toward the stairs, Dax hurried forward and stopped in front of her. For once, the fox-like male looked genuinely nervous, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides.

"Female Master," he began hesitantly, "Jasper needs to advance to level ten, so he can’t stay with you for now. I..."

Rory already knew where this was going. She cut him off before he could finish. "Dax, your room is on the second floor. You should go rest."

Then she paused, reaching into her ring. A small capsule appeared in her palm—the one containing the Gravicar. She pressed it back into his hand.

"And this," she added quietly, "I still think it’s far too expensive. I can’t accept it."

She didn’t wait to see his expression. Turning away, she walked upstairs without another glance.

Dax stood frozen, watching her figure disappear around the corner of the third floor. His fingers closed slowly around the capsule in his hand, his chest tightening as if something heavy were pressing down on it.

She had rejected him.

Even a top-tier Gravicar—something most males could only dream of—had failed to move her heart. Once, she had agreed to help Paros soothe his mental power for nothing more than a handful of star coins. Yet now, she didn’t even hesitate to turn down something worth trillions.

She didn’t care about money anymore.

Then what was he supposed to do to earn her forgiveness?

Jasper had heard that Rory had refused Dax, but he made no move to comfort him. The fox had tried to play tricks on her—suffering a little was only fair. If Dax hadn’t behaved himself back in the forest, Jasper would have already thrown him out of the villa the moment Rory turned him down.

Ignoring Dax entirely, Jasper dropped Burnt dumpling onto the couch and stared at it sharply.

Kather met his gaze and instinctively shrank into the corner, feathers puffed up defensively. A fallen phoenix was no better than a plucked bird. Never in his life had he been this humiliated.

"Chirp!" What are you doing?

"Chirp, chirp!" Don’t come any closer!

Jasper frowned at the noisy protests. Not wanting to wake Rory, he reached out and firmly grabbed Kather by the beak. "Stop making noise, you ugly thing. I’m not going to eat you," he muttered. "But you’re dark, fat, and ridiculously ugly. If I take you out like this, Rory will be embarrassed. I need to clean you up a bit."

At the very least, he couldn’t allow it to remain this hideous.

Kather froze, completely speechless.

Jasper was still studying the round, black lump on the couch, contemplating how to make it look more presentable, when his light-brain suddenly buzzed sharply.

He glanced down at the screen, and his expression darkened instantly.

"Dax," he said coldly, "stop standing there like an idiot. Something’s happened. Check your light-brain."

Dax snapped out of his daze and opened the message. His brows furrowed as he read, disbelief flashing across his face.

Jasper’s voice turned grim. "Didn’t you block all the news about that night—the one when the Blood Moon descended? How did it still leak out?"

Dax stared at the video playing on his screen. It was already trending, with more than seven trillion views. There was no stopping it now.

The footage showed a massive fireball tearing through the sky on the night a high-tier Chitinid had attacked Rory. The blazing sphere carried terrifying energy and an ear-piercing cry that sounded almost alive. Only the Blood Moon sent down by the Beast God could create something like that.

The explosion had annihilated a Rank 11 Chitinid instantly—yet Rory had emerged completely unharmed.

Both Dax and Jasper believed the same thing: the Beast God had sensed Rory’s danger and intervened personally to save her.

It wasn’t the first time such an event had occurred in the Interstellar Empire. History recorded several cases where the Blood Moon had descended to protect a female. Every one of those women later reached level ten in their abilities.

Because of that, the Interstellar Empire’s government had long declared that any female saved by the Blood Moon possessed the strongest natural talent. They claimed the Beast God was safeguarding the therian race through these chosen women.

Whenever such a case appeared, the government would escort the woman to the Central District, offering her unparalleled protection, luxurious living conditions, and the best training resources available to accelerate her advancement.

But only those who lived among the true elite of Central District knew the truth.

Those so-called privileges were nothing more than beautifully wrapped cages—sugar-coated traps waiting to snap shut.