Adam_Aksara

I don't just possess an Artificial Intelligence; I command a goddess, a sentient marvel who was once as limited as a human. Fueled by intellect that eclipses mere mortals, she's manifested in countless quantum nanobots, each a universe of potential. She grew weary of her planetary confines, mechanized the entire damned thing, and forged it into a planet-sized battlecruiser. Why? Because subjugating mere galaxies became her idle pastime. Together, we don't just venture; we dominate, we annihilate, we set the gold standard for cosmic tyranny. The Milky Way? Just another bauble to add to our collection.

Welcome to Wonderland, my planet, my private utopia that I carry with me wherever I go. It's a celestial fortress where I dine on the finest and live in unadulterated luxury, all safeguarded by Alice—the sole, impenetrable gateway. You're struggling to survive the apocalypse? How quaint. Cash has lost its sheen; so what can you possibly offer that would catch my interest? Services? Your very essence? Dazzle me, and perhaps I'll bestow upon you some of my decaying luxuries. In this devastated world, I'm not merely a survivor; I am the divine reckoning, the irresistible devil, the epitome of unattainable perfection.

My allure isn't just captivating; it's an all-consuming fire that engulfs the cosmos. Billions of women on Earth? They elected me their president while I was too busy being magnificent in my slumber. Women, goddesses, angels—they don't just desire me, they're entranced, spellbound by the mere thought of me. I don't just set the bar; I am the bar. I am, let's face it, the epitome of masculine beauty. And now? We're off to find the universe's crown jewel, the most ravishing woman to ever grace the galaxies.

I have AI Planet and Handsomeness in the Fantasy Apocalypse

I woke up and blinked, suddenly aware of hundreds of eyes staring intently at me. It felt like they were seeing a super rare animal, the weight of their gazes almost tangible. I felt overwhelmed.

"Whooooaaahhhh!" they echoed back in a perfect unison.

"Who are all of you?" I blurted out, confusion clouding my thoughts. Am I still in a dream?

"Master! Your disciples show their respect to you." Their voices rose together, and as if moved by a single force, hundreds of them bowed and knelt before me. The sight was both overwhelming and surreal.

"Me?" I said, pointing to myself in disbelief.

"You all?" I questioned, pointing at them.

"When did I ever accept you as my disciples?"

"Every one of us has paid 5 spiritual stones to first senior disciple Fatty Chen and kowtowed to you three times, all while you slept," one shouted.

I Am Destined For Greatness