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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 woke to the sound of footsteps.

Too light for a soldier. Too careful for a drunk survivor.

Someone was sneaking through his stronghold.

His red eyes snapped open. Evelyn was still asleep beside him, her bare skin glowing in the dim light. But Lucian was already moving—silent as death.

He grabbed his pistol and stepped toward the door.

Lucian dodged, twisting his body. The knife sliced through the air where his throat had been a second earlier.

Lucian's grip tightened on his gun. "You've got five seconds to beg."

The figure vanished into the shadows.

A grunt of pain. The sound of feet stumbling.

Lucian stalked forward, following the scent of blood.

The would-be assassin tried to flee through the back exit, but Lucian was faster.

He slammed the door shut, pinning the figure against the wall. His gun pressed against their throat.

She had short black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a body made for speed. A mercenary? No—an assassin.

His fingers tightened around her throat. "You just wasted your last chance."

The assassin's blue eyes flashed with defiance. "Kill me. I won't talk."

Lucian's smirk deepened. "Kill you? No."

His gaze darkened. "You're too valuable for that."

Lucian had her tied to a chair, hands behind her back.

She glared at him. Defiant. Strong.

He crouched in front of her, eyes gleaming. "Tell me your name."

Lucian gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You'll break eventually."

Lucian chuckled. "Oh, I will. But first—"

He grabbed a knife, pressing it against her thigh. "Let's see how long that attitude lasts."

Lucian's grin widened. This was going to be fun.

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