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Esper Harem in the Apocalypse

"Farming Wives and Mining Harem in the post apocalypse." Rudy was optimistic, handsome, and blessed with knowledge. He topped every exam with minimal effort and got into his first choice university. Growing up in a low-class family, he had to do what it took to be a successful person. So he focused on his studies instead of enjoying his life, and aced the university. However, he got into an accident on the day of his graduation. He was left crippled at the age of 23. One night, a mysterious man visited him and said he was from an organization that was working on the ‘gene experiment.’ The man offered Rudy a chance to live his life again if the experiment succeeded. However, after months of experiments, nothing happened and he died. “If I knew this would happen to me, I would have lived a better life.” But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in his high school. He later learned that he had become an esper with all the psychic abilities. "Life gets pretty boring when you can do anything you want." - Rudy. === Disclaimer - The cover belongs to me. **** Discord Server Link- https://discord.gg/NFPcvcUS2W

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Lord's Throne

Around two thousand years ago. In the rendezvous point.

Drums and loud banging noise of various instruments repeatedly echoed in the distance.

At first, the sound seemed random, but it was a rhythmical, followed by the chiming chords of soothing tunes.

That noise alone could stir up various emotions in those who listened to it.

Leaders and representatives of various races were sitting on the throne with their heads lowered. It was a tense situation followed by an ominous feeling.

Suddenly, everything went quiet, and an indescribable ethereal voice sounded.

[Art ye aware of mine presence?] It asked.

The voice neither belonged to a man nor a woman. It was mixed-pitched and sounded as though multiple entities were speaking from one voice.

"..." None of them dared to speak.

[Very well, ye shouldst stay quiet. Let us start the—]

The Lord's voice was disrupted by the crying noise of a baby.

[Who durst to interrupt me! Hmm? A baby?]