"What's the meaning of life?"
If someone asked me that, I'd probably punch them in the face. Maybe even twice.
Why would anyone ask something so damn pointless? Everyone's life is different. So of course, the meaning of life is going to be different too.
But still… I found myself asking that same question.
And no, I didn't punch myself. I just sighed. Like a tired old man on his last cigarette.
SIGH!
It was past midnight. I was walking home after another shitty overtime shift, dragging my legs across the cracked pavement, hoping to catch a glimpse of the sky. Just something to remind me that the world was still spinning for a reason.
But no stars tonight.
Just thick, heavy clouds smothering the sky like a dirty blanket.
Fuck them.
I wanted to see stars. Just one. Maybe a shooting star. Maybe I'd get to make a wish.
If you could make a wish that was guaranteed to come true—no loopholes, no tricks—what would you ask for?
Me?
I'd wish for the apocalypse.
Yeah. Burn it all down. No mercy.
This world doesn't deserve salvation. It deserves a reset.
It's filled with liars. Two-faced scumbags. People who wear smiles while stabbing others in the back. People who used me, stepped on me, climbed over me like I was just another rung on their ladder.
"What did I do wrong, seriously? I was always the calm kid. The smart one. I sacrificed my childhood, my fun, my damn life just to chase something called success. So why the hell am I living a life worse than a fucking dog? Where is god when you need him?!"
And here's the worst part—I wasn't born in misery.
I came from wealth. Real wealth. Billionaire kind of wealth. We were untouchable.
Until one bad deal. One scumbag partner. One betrayal.
The empire my great-grandfather built from the ground up fell in a single night.
I was around eleven or twelve. That age where you're old enough to hear the yelling behind closed doors, but not old enough to understand what any of it really means.
A week later, my dad died in an "accident."
Except it wasn't.
It was suicide.
He left a note.
He told us to live a happy life with the insurance money. That was his big finale. But what he really left us with… was a mountain of debt.
Most of that insurance payout disappeared the next day—sucked up by creditors like leeches.
So yeah. In a way, my old man bailed. Took the easy way out.
My mom was left to pick up the pieces. She worked three jobs, barely sleeping, just to make sure me and my little sister had something to eat. A roof over our heads. A shitty little apartment that smelled like mold and regret.
When I turned nineteen, she passed away too.
Heart failure, they said.
Three months later, my little sister died in an accident.
After that, it was just me.
Alone.
I was left alone. Completely, utterly alone.
But somehow, even after that—I kept going. No responsibilities. No family. No reason to breathe—but still breathing anyway.
Why? Fuck if I know. Maybe because I had no choice. Maybe because I still had one thing left driving me.
Revenge.
I wanted to destroy the bastard who ruined everything. My father's business partner. The one who caused it all. If not for him, my dad wouldn't have killed himself. My mother wouldn't have died from overwork. My sister wouldn't have…
So I worked.
I studied.
I bled, cried, and clawed my way forward.
I became a machine. No distractions. No detours. My only purpose was to make it to the top and crush the asshole who crushed my family.
I thought hard work meant success.
"Fruits of labor," they said.
Bullshit.
Hard work doesn't mean a damn thing in this world.
I aced every exam. Graduated with honors. Had a resume better than 99% of my batch.
And yet… no job offers. No callbacks. Just silence.
Six months of constant rejection, until I finally caved and took the first job that would pay me enough to survive.
Biggest regret of my life.
I should've just died back then.
Now, I wake up every day at five in the morning, exhausted before the sun's even out. I put on a half-washed suit and ride a crowded train for two fucking hours. Then walk ten minutes. Catch a jammed bus. Forty-five minutes of sweaty strangers pushing into my ribs. Then another twelve-minute walk to reach the office.
There's no peace. No moment to breathe.
Just barking bosses and smug juniors who got promoted before me—some of them people I mentored. I gave them my time. My support. They stepped over me like I was a discarded umbrella.
I wanted to quit. So many times.
But I didn't have the confidence. The hope. The will.
So I stayed.
Because I needed money.
Because money means survival.
Everyone else left work by five or six. I stayed until nine. Sometimes ten.
Then the last bus. The last train.
I'd reach home at one in the morning. No dinner. No energy.
Straight to bed.
Only to do it all over again.
Twelve to thirteen hours at work. Six to seven hours just commuting.
I got three hours of sleep. Four if I was lucky. If the universe was feeling generous.
Sometimes I tried to nap on the train. But if I missed my stop, I'd be screwed—late by three hours minimum. So I stayed awake, eyes burning, neck aching, soul numb.
I didn't even know what I was doing anymore.
I was just holding on.
Barely.
"But… to be honest…. dying would be a better option…"
I was abandoned by my father. Then my mother. Then my sister.
I was left all alone.
Even the gods have abandoned me.
So once again, if I see a shooting star or something, I will wish for the end of this world.
"But… I would die with it too…"
Just then I saw a bright light illuminate the sky. Instinctively, I looked up at the sky and saw a shooting star.
It was big and bright. And it seemed like it was heading towards me.
"Wait… it's heading towards me!"
Forget about making a wish. I was about to die before I could even finish my thought.
I wanted to run away, but hey, that's a stupid and desperate attempt.
There was no way anyone could survive that.
"Could it be… my wish is coming true? Shit! If I knew this would happen, I would've asked for something cooler! World domination! A harem! A goddamn spaceship!"
The shooting star… or should I say this… meteor, painted the sky blue with a shade of green.
Honestly… it looked beautiful.
Except, it was going to crash on to the earth. On to me!
The last thing I saw was that blinding light swallowing everything.
And then—I died.
When I opened my eyes again… or maybe I never closed them… I saw hell.
The sky had turned red. The kind of red that seeps into your bones and makes your heart race.
Monsters with wings were flying across the sky, screeching. The ground was crawling with creatures—beasts with horns, claws, eyes that glowed like fire.
People were running. Screaming. Dying.
Buildings were collapsing. Sirens were screaming. The world was ending.
"Is this hell…?"
I, Ian Rover. 27 years old. Office slave. Meteor victim.
Apparently now… resident of hell.
"But why?! I never committed a sin! Okay, maybe I killed a few insects for fun as a kid, but come on! That's like standard behavior!"
Everything was chaos.
I didn't know if I was dreaming or dead or high.
And then—just when I was about to lose my mind—
DING!
A screen popped up in front of me.
Floating. Glowing.
Blue text.
[Your wish has been granted.]
[Esper System Activated.]
[Main Quest: Survive the Monster Raid.]
→ Reward: Random Esper Ability Unlocked Upon Completion.
Author Note:
Welcome to the madness.
Thanks for checking out Harem with Esper System: I Am Super OP.
If you're into:
Superpowers
Regression
Harem (yes, spicy too)
R-18 (with lemons)
Monster waifus
Fantasy creaturesActionSlice of lifeCodemyOverpowered glow-ups
System grind
Dark worldbuilding
And a protagonist who's done being a pushover...
Then this one's for you.
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