House "N" — Descendants of the man who stood against God.
This long line of prophets used their ability to see the future in many ways—predicting lotteries, gambling, or trying to fix the world. Either way, they've amassed great wealth.
In their mansion lies the heir to the family's fortune. A young Issak reads his literature.
In a vast room filled with bookshelves, tall windows spill sunlight onto a velvet rug. ISSAK, 12 years old, sharp-eyed and quiet, sits across from his father, a well-groomed man in his 50s, sipping wine and reading his journal.
ISSAK"You can accomplish anything you put your mind to."
FATHER (looking up, amused)"That's what they say, son."
As Issak flips a page, his eyes squint with disgust. The picture of starving children riddles his brain with confusion and deep sadness.
He scoffs."This is pathetic."The fact that no one has even tried to help these people.
ISSAK"I'm going to fix world hunger."
FATHER (pausing, smiles slightly)"That's… noble. But not so simple."
ISSAK"But we're rich. We can do anything."
FATHER"To solve world hunger, you'd have to unite the entire world under one global order. A unified system of control. No division, no opposing sides. That way, the resources are equally allocated fairly under one banner."
Issak, annoyed he's being given advice, leans back in his chair and closes his book.
ISSAK"So I'll unite the world then."
FATHER (raising an eyebrow)"It's impossible. You can't. They'd never agree, son. It's too large. Too many beliefs, borders, egos—"
ISSAK (interrupting, calm)"Mom said we shouldn't use the word impossible, Dad. Nothing is impossible for those with the last name 'N'. We are the wealthiest family in the world."
Issak's father smiles, almost as if proud. However, his pride quickly shatters. As his son's mouth moves, he sees visions of cities burning.
ISSAK (determined)"Then I'll conquer it. The world.I'll kill, destroy, and force everyone to surrender to us."
As Issak's mother hears this, she slowly walks out of the living room and into the library.
ISSAK (continues)"No one has ever unified the world before. That's why simple problems like world hunger exist. I'll destroy everything now for a better future for those who haven't been born yet.That way, the human species can evolve and overcome simple dumb problems like world hunger.God will have no choice but to give us more serious things to focus on. And once we overcome those, we will only get stronger.That's my philosophy!"
Issak, now standing up at the library table like a madman, looks at his father for approval. This was it—all those years of studying and training. His intelligence was finally paying off.
However, his father's eyes were not those of a proud man. They were filled with something else entirely.
(Silence.)
FATHER (laughing nervously)"Ha! That's... quite a plan.You've always had a strong imagination. Brilliant, really."
His face falters. He watches Issak closely. A flicker of fear.
Issak looks desperate.
ISSAK"Please don't hit me with the moral argument, Father.Morally speaking, that's the kindest, most compassionate thing anyone could do. This world has never seen global peace before.If we could achieve that..."
As Issak rambles on for twenty—no, thirty seconds his father blanks out, thinking to himself:
Signs of psychopathy...? No...Not my blood.Not my name.
He shakes his head, brushing the thought away. Issak just stares ahead, seeing the doubt in his father's face.
ISSAK"Father, you told me WW3 had sent us back hundreds of years as a species.But I don't believe that to be true. Technologically, yes.But mentally, I want to move forward.Due to our riches, I have that privilege.I refuse to be limited by the thoughts of the people before me and those around me."
As Issak's mother walks into the room smoking, she leans on the silverware holding the wine glasses, eavesdropping on the conversation with blunt confidence.
MOTHER (softly)"Issak is a smart boy, George.Our son's IQ is so high that the government had to keep it a secret from the public."
GEORGE (slightly annoyed)"What are you getting at, dear?"
MOTHER"We shouldn't shut him down.The least we can do is listen to him.He's technically smarter than both of—"
GEORGE (cutting her off)"What is it you want, Issak?"
What more could he possibly want?Born with high intelligence.Born into a great family.Born into generational wealth.
The boy has never even been outside to see the atrocious state of the world.Living in a mansion while the world's economy is so bad that the majority of humans live homeless.
What more could he POSSIBLY want?
These thoughts ran rampant through George's head.
ISSAK"I want to be named emperor."
I want to be the one to rewrite the world in my image. It has been too long since god has had a challange. I dedicate my life and my wealth to this cause.