Esper Harem in the Apocalypse



Rudy stood in George's locked room, his expression a mixture of determination and concern. He had teleported to Alice's house with a specific purpose in mind. He knew that George wasn't present, giving him the opportunity to investigate the locked room without interruption. His eyes settled on the closet, a knot of tension forming in his stomach.

His hands moved toward the closet door, fingers gripping the handle tightly. He hesitated for a moment, bracing himself for whatever he might discover within.

With a determined exhale, Rudy slowly pulled the closet door open, revealing its contents. His gaze flickered over the rows of clothes, the ordinary items that filled the space. There was nothing initially unusual about the closet, and a mix of relief and disappointment washed over him. He had hoped that his instincts were wrong, that his concerns were unfounded.

However, he knew he couldn't afford to make assumptions based solely on appearances. He stepped closer, hands carefully inspecting each article of clothing, fingers brushing against the fabric as if seeking any hidden secrets. His search extended to the drawers, Rudy methodically checking for anything that might stand out.

Despite his thorough search, there was nothing out of the ordinary to be found. No hidden notes, no mysterious objects, nothing that would indicate the presence of a potential threat. Rudy's brows furrowed in thought, conflicted emotions still swirling within him.

Closing the closet door with a sigh, Rudy stepped back, his mind racing as he tried to piece together the puzzle before him. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss, that there was more to the situation than met the eye. He knew he needed to gather more information, to delve deeper into the mystery that seemed to be unraveling around them.

As he left George's room, Rudy's thoughts were filled with questions and uncertainty. The absence of any immediate evidence only fueled his determination to uncover the truth, to ensure the safety of those he cared about.

As Rudy stood in George's room, his disappointment was palpable. Despite his thorough search, he had found nothing out of the ordinary. No hidden clues, no evidence of wrongdoing. He had hoped to uncover something, anything, that would give him a lead, but the room had yielded nothing.

Conflicting emotions churned within him. On one hand, he should be relieved that his suspicions about George had been proven wrong. He should be glad that Alice's father wasn't involved in whatever was happening. But as he stood there, disappointment gnawing at him, he couldn't help but wonder why he felt this way.

His brow furrowed in contemplation. Why was he disappointed? Shouldn't he be relieved that George was innocent? A sense of frustration settled over him as he struggled to understand his own emotions. He was facing a mystery, one that seemed to defy his logic and intuition.

"Why am I disappointed?" Rudy asked himself quietly, his voice a mere whisper in the empty room. He shook his head, trying to make sense of his own feelings. Did he secretly want George to be some sort of hideous criminal? That thought felt absurd, and he quickly dismissed it.

And then it hit him. It wasn't about wanting George to be guilty. It wasn't about desiring some sinister revelation. It was about the fact that he had been wrong. For someone like Rudy, who had honed his instincts and intelligence, being wrong was a rarity. And this situation had punctured his confidence.

A sigh escaped his lips as he came to this realization. "I'm not disappointed because George isn't involved," he muttered to himself. "I'm disappointed because I'm wrong." It was a humbling moment, one that reminded him that even someone with his abilities could make mistakes.

Taking another look around the room, Rudy's disappointment slowly transformed into determination. He might have been wrong this time, but that didn't mean he would give up. He had vowed to protect his loved ones, and that meant uncovering the truth, no matter how convoluted the path might be.

As Rudy paced around George's room, he found himself questioning why he had even suspected Alice's father in the first place. He furrowed his brow, deep in thought, trying to recall any moments that might have triggered his suspicions.

A few instances flashed through his mind—times when George had seemed a bit too indifferent, a tad too composed. Rudy's memory conjured up scenes of casual conversations, of George's calm demeanor, even in stressful situations. Those moments stood out like tiny flags, waving in the wind of his thoughts.

"Why did I start suspecting George?" Rudy mumbled to himself, his gaze drifting to the corners of the room as he pondered. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to shake loose the doubts that had taken root in his mind.

As Rudy paced around George's room, he found himself questioning why he had even suspected Alice's father in the first place. He furrowed his brow, deep in thought, trying to recall any moments that might have triggered his suspicions.

A few instances flashed through his mind—times when George had seemed a bit too indifferent, a tad too composed. Rudy's memory conjured up scenes of casual conversations, of George's calm demeanor, even in stressful situations. Those moments stood out like tiny flags, waving in the wind of his thoughts.

"Why did I start suspecting George?" Rudy mumbled to himself, his gaze drifting to the corners of the room as he pondered. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to shake loose the doubts that had taken root in his mind.

His eyes then landed on the CCTV cameras scattered throughout the house. They were a constant presence, capturing every corner and corridor, every movement and sound. They were a part of the household's security system, a measure to ensure safety.

Rudy sighed as he looked at the cameras. "They've always been here," he murmured, his voice tinged with exasperation. "This is nothing unusual." He recalled the incident from their childhood, the tragedy that had struck Alice's family. Her mother's murder, the chaos that had unfolded—it had been the security cameras that had alerted George, allowing him to summon help in time.

"The cameras," Rudy continued, his voice tinged with a mix of reminiscence and sadness. "They saved us that day, but they couldn't save Alice's mother." His gaze hardened with determination. He remembered the grief that had engulfed them all, the shared pain that had bound them together.

With a resolute nod, Rudy cleared his mind of his unfounded suspicions. He knew he had been grasping at straws, looking for answers where none might exist. The cameras were there for their safety, a reminder of the past and the protective measures they had taken since then.

With his heightened senses active, Rudy left George's room and ascended the staircase to Alice's room. As he entered her space, his super sight ability scanned every nook and cranny, the details and energy of the room becoming clear to him. Satisfied that everything appeared as it should, he took a deep breath.

After a moment of contemplation, Rudy's figure blurred, and in the blink of an eye, he was back in his own dynasty's castle. The familiar surroundings of his harem's abode greeted him, and he exhaled slowly, his thoughts returning to the task at hand. The mysteries surrounding the curse, the shadows that plagued him—they were his focus now, and he couldn't let distractions deter him from his mission.