webnovel

Esper Harem in the 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

NoWoRRyMaN · perkotaan
Peringkat tidak cukup
1087 Chs

Sacrifices For God

A while ago, a black-white van with a shade of gray stopped in front of a massive warehouse near the seaport. Following the van, two armed cars stopped near the truck, and a dozen armed men walked out.

They opened the van's door and aimed their guns at the kids in the van, and said, "Get out now!"

The girls screamed in fear and got out of the car, but Jessica and Lilim didn't.

"Hey, you! Get out, or I will shoot your skull!"

Jessica hugged Lilim with teary eyes and slowly got out of the car.

The men opened the warehouse door and ordered the kids to go inside. Five men entered the warehouse after the kids and closed the door from inside.

Then, one of the men rushed to the car and knocked on the window. A few seconds later, the window rolled down, but only a little.

"We have got them, boss!" he said.

"How many kids are there?" the boss asked.

"Twenty-three. Fifteen boys and eight girls."

"Good, good."