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 nodded, slowly piecing together the dynamics of this universe. It seemed that people who practiced cultivation, accumulating spiritual energy within themselves, tended to live much longer than I'd expected. Those at the Elder realm, for instance, typically exceeded 200 years of life.

"And the disciples under Elder Huang? The seniors, where have they gone?" I asked, curious about the dynamics and politics within this sect.

A gloomy expression overcame Fatty Chen's face. "There were five senior disciples under Elder Huang. They were meant to be our mentors. As per what I've heard, around fifty years ago, our eldest disciple, who was on the initial steps of the True Human Realm, ran off with a female disciple from the Violet Division. He's been missing since. Our second senior, irate about this, went searching for him but vanished as well. Later, we heard he too ran off, but with the first senior's younger sister."

"And the third senior disciple?" I probed.

Double Moon Cultivation