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Synopsis: Apocalypse King: The Return of Lucian

Lucian died in the apocalypse—betrayed, powerless, and consumed by the undead. But fate gave him a second chance. Reborn one month before the end, he awakens with future knowledge, an overpowered system, and a ruthless new personality.

This time, he will not be weak. This time, he will rule.

With Infinite Storage, he stockpiles weapons, food, and everything necessary to survive the apocalypse. Winning the $3 billion lottery, he builds an impenetrable super shelter, reinforced with military technology, luxury, and high-tech defenses. Using his Beauty Evaluation System, he gathers only the most stunning women—90+ points or higher—into his harem, ensuring their unwavering loyalty.

As zombies evolve, superpowers awaken, and the world crumbles into madness, Lucian will steal, conquer, and dominate.

No gods. No heroes. Only the Apocalypse King.

A brutal, R18+ tale of survival, power, and harem in a world where the strong take everything.

Apocalypse King: The Return of Lucian

Chapter 11: The Beginning of the End

The city was on the verge of collapse, but no one knew it yet.

Lucian stood on the rooftop of his billion-dollar villa, watching the skyline with a mirk. The apocalypse was now just three days away.

The world still ran as usual—people going to work, enjoying their meaningless relationships, believing that tomorrow would come as normal.

And he was ready to rule the wasteland.

Lucian didn't waste a single second. Tonight, he was hitting the last military base in the city.

With the help of his mercenary recruits, he infiltrated the high-security facility under the cover of darkness. Guards patrolled the area, but they were nothing compared to what was coming.

Lucian walked past them unseen, thanks to his shadow-stepping ability. He made his way to the underground storage facility, where rows of high-tech weaponry lined the walls.

In the blink of an eye, entire weapon caches, crates of ammunition, and classified prototype armor vanished into his personal dimension.

By the time the alarms blared—Lucian was already gone.

The news was starting to change. Reports of strange attacks, people disappearing, and violent outbreaks were increasing.

Lucian sat in his underground bunker, watching the news feed with a cold smile.

But even as the world unraveled, there were still fools who thought they could challenge him.

Lucian had been keeping tabs on another survivor group—one led by a man named Damien Kross.

Damien was a former CEO, someone who thought money and power would keep him safe in the apocalypse.

He arrived at Damien's penthouse unannounced, walking past his guards like they were invisible.

Damien looked up from his expensive whiskey, eyes narrowing. "You have some nerve walking in here uninvited."

Lucian smirked, his red eyes gleaming. "You're hoarding supplies meant for people who don't deserve them."

Damien scoffed. "You think you can just take what's mine?"

Lucian didn't answer. Instead, he raised his hand.

Every crate of supplies, every stash of weapons, vanished.

Damien's face turned pale. "What the—"

Lucian moved in an instant—grabbing Damien by the throat and slamming him into the wall.

A sickening crack filled the room as Lucian crushed his windpipe. Damien's lifeless body slumped to the floor.

Lucian turned, walking past the terrified remnants of Damien's people.

"You work for me now. Or you die."

No one hesitated. They all kneeled.

Back at his fortress, his women were waiting.

Elena, Clara, and Irene lounged in silk robes, their eyes filled with desire and devotion.

Elena smirked. "Did you have fun?"

Lucian poured himself a glass of whiskey, watching them. "More than you can imagine."