Esper Harem in the Apocalypse

Once again, Rudy's demeanor remained unyielding, his body language resolute. He calmly reiterated, "Doing such a thing would be like playing god."

George, increasingly agitated by Rudy's unwavering stance, could no longer contain his frustration. His face reddened, his fists clenched at his sides, and his voice thundered through the cosmic expanse. "I'm trying to make this world better!" He bellowed. "It's my dream, and I'll do whatever it takes to see it realized. I'll make sacrifices, countless sacrifices if I have to, and the generations to come will appreciate what I've done for humanity!"

With a hopeful yet commanding tone, George once again implored Rudy to join him. "Rudy, with the Lord's power, turning my dream into reality would be effortless. I'm willing to offer you a generous proposition—you'll rule alongside me, sharing 50% of this new world. After all, you're human, and your loyalty should be to our kind, not those other races."

His words rang with conviction as George continued, painting a vivid picture of their future. "Once the human race has achieved perfection, mastering these incredible powers, we'll be prepared to face any invaders—the other races who might attempt to breach our world. We'll not only defend our realm but conquer others, asserting dominance over these alien races. It's a reckoning for humanity, a reclamation of our rightful place."

George's eyes burned with determination as he gazed at Rudy, awaiting his response to this audacious vision of a world reshaped by their hands.

As Rudy spoke, his demeanor was both solemn and resolute. His body language was composed, contrasting George's fervor. Rudy shook his head slowly, his eyes reflecting a mix of sadness and determination.

"Your dream, George," he began, his voice a soft murmur amidst the cosmic expanse, "it's a hopeless one. I am the Lord, yes, but not for humans. The human race was forsaken by those who came before me, and I won't defy that legacy to offer humanity a brighter future."

As he continued, his voice carried a somber tone, emphasizing the gravity of his words. "In fact, what humanity has achieved so far… it's not deserving." His words echoed the sentiment that humans, despite their potential, had often misused their powers. "Consider this, George, everything humanity has ever invented merely echoes creations that have existed for eons. Humans have a habit of reinventing, repackaging the ancient as the new."

Rudy's eyes locked onto George's, his gaze unwavering. "Your desire to grant humans even more dominion over the world, have you not pondered why they were created without powers in the first place?" His words carried a note of skepticism. "It's a question worth exploring, don't you think?"

He paused again, his voice softening with a tinge of melancholy. "If I do my duty as a Lord earnestly, then I shouldn't even be interacting myself with humans, but I am, and therein lies my struggle." Rudy's sense of duty and the burden of his cosmic role weighed heavily upon him. "But alas... I am indeed a human." He admitted to his innate connection to humanity. "There is a bit of humanity left in me, and believe me... I am ready to toss it away when the time comes."

The sincerity in Rudy's voice was undeniable as he spoke of his own dream, one that transcended any single race. "Our vision for a world where humans hold absolute control is indeed intriguing, one that would make anyone worship you. But I, too, have a dream, George.

I also have a dream world I want to create, but that's not limited to the human world. I can't favor one race over the other." Rudy's vision extended beyond the boundaries of any single species. "I have to treat, judge, and punish everyone equally. My dream world… or rather universe is different from yours… but still somewhat similar."

In his words and demeanor, Rudy displayed the complexity of his character—a Lord torn between his human origins and the cosmic responsibilities that came with his powers.

George's curiosity spurred him to inquire about Rudy's vision for the universe. He was eager to understand what Rudy had in mind and perhaps, in some way, sway the Lord's perspective.

"What kind of dream world do you seek to create?" George questioned, a glint of skepticism in his eyes. "Don't tell me you're considering some half-baked solution where all the races coexist together. That's simply impossible; the rifts between them run too deep. Tell me, Rudy, what utopia do you intend to craft, and what advantages will you grant to the humans over the others?"

Rudy, typically reserved, took a moment to ponder George's persistence before deciding to reveal a fragment of his intentions. "It's not a utopia, George," he confessed quietly, his voice resonating across the cosmic plane.

George, baffled and slightly alarmed, inquired further, "What do you mean, not a utopia? What are you planning?"

The Lord's explanation was concise but enigmatic. "I aim to create a world that can be seen as a dystopia," he declared. 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑒𝘭.𝑐𝑜𝑚

This statement sent shivers down George's spine. "A dystopia?" he repeated, a mixture of confusion and apprehension evident on his face. "What are you talking about?"

Rudy clarified his unconventional vision. "The human race, as well as the other races, have grown complacent, George. It's time for the Lord to intervene. What they're currently doing is merely 'living,' but I intend to return them to a state where they're content with 'surviving,' where they realize the true essence of being alive."

George's eyes widened, and he remembered a prophecy from the Book of Prophecy that had mentioned a cataclysmic event. Staring at Rudy in shock, he muttered, "You want to… bring an apocalypse?"

However, Rudy remained stoic, not confirming or denying the statement.

George's realization struck him deeply. "So the prophecy was true," he murmured, shaken. "But why, Rudy? You possess the power to eliminate all evil and create paradise. Why opt for something so... catastrophic?"

"That's what my duty as the Lord is," Rudy responded, his voice steady and resolute. It was a solemn acknowledgment of the responsibilities he believed he should bear as the most powerful being in the universe.