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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

Lucian's rule was no longer just an idea—it was a fact. The Vultures' former base was now his stronghold, and the survivors who had pledged loyalty were being molded into his army.

But control required more than just fear. It required dominance.

And tonight, he would prove why he was their king.

The warehouse had been transformed. Fires burned in barrels, casting dancing shadows against the cracked walls. The scent of roasted meat filled the air—freshly hunted game, seasoned with stolen spices.

Lucian sat at the center, legs spread, watching his people feast.

Evelyn stood beside him, a glass of whiskey in hand, her body pressed close. She whispered, "They fear you… but they also admire you."

Fear alone made men break. But fear mixed with admiration? That made them willing to kill.

Across the room, a man was laughing—one of the ex-Vultures. He was getting too comfortable.

Lucian walked toward the man, his boots echoing against the cold concrete. "Enjoying yourself?"

The man swallowed. "Y-Yes, boss. Just… celebrating the victory."

"No." He gripped the man's shoulder, squeezing hard enough to make him wince. "You don't celebrate until I say so."

The man nodded quickly. "Of course, boss."

Lucian released him, then turned to the others. "You're all here because I let you live. Never forget that."

Then, one by one, they bowed their heads.

Lucian returned to his seat, satisfied.

He didn't need to kill every fool who stepped out of line. Only the ones who forgot their place.

The feast ended late into the night. The stronghold grew quiet.

Lucian sat in his private chamber, cleaning his gun.

Evelyn stepped in, wearing only a thin robe.

Lucian's gaze swept over her curves, barely hidden beneath the fabric. "Something on your mind?"

Evelyn smiled, locking the door behind her. She didn't answer.

She approached, crawling onto his lap, straddling him.

Lucian smirked, tossing the gun aside. "You're in a good mood."

She leaned in, lips brushing against his ear. "You won."

Lucian chuckled, gripping her waist. "Of course I did."

A King’s Feast