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Young Master in the Apocalypse

Viktor was the youngest son of the richest and most powerful man in Russia. Anything he wants, he gets. No one dares to offend him, and every day, he's living a life of a king– Until apocalypse comes. His life is miserable! Or not. After spending two years hiding inside his luxurious Romanov bunker, living life the same old way full of alcohol, delicacies, and supermodels, he's finally forced to come out of his diamond turtle shell. Now, the world has become such a different place. His money, his friends, his status, all have been rendered useless. He was greeted with hordes of undead, mutated monsters, Alien technology, and superhumans that stood between him and his future. Fortunately, Viktor has found a Divine Artifact among his family's hidden treasure, The Djinn lamp that granted him the power to survive the new world. [You have received the spirit energy of stage two undead - level 10] [You have received 3 points in endurance] [You have received 5 points of spirit force] [You have reached a breakthrough into a new realm] With his newfound power, will the young master survive the apocalypse? Or will it only push his luck until he dies? This is the story of an arrogant young master on the journey to find the best thing; luxury, power, and jade beauties even in the apocalypse --------- Author Note: Although set in an apocalypse world, this is a light story about adventure, friendship, and romance even among harem companions that will hopefully brighten up your day with some action and comedy. Please be warned that it has minimum sex explicit content. Check video trailer in youtube "Young master in the Apocalypse"

Avan · Fantasy
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229 Chs

Belly of the Beast

<Wake up! Wake up!>

The Djinn's voice rang in his head multiple times. Viktor was only semi-conscious, but the sight that greeted him as he opened his eyes jolted him fully awake. Not only was he surrounded by darkness, but the 'ground' under him was disgustingly slimy.

His expression darkened. What's more, a strong fishy smell permeated his surroundings, filling him with nausea.

He wished to quickly break free, but his body felt as if it was fully restrained.

"F**k. I'm inside the fish stomach, aren't I?"

<Yes, you are. Fortunately, your metal suit saved your life.>

Viktor reflexively sneered upon hearing the Djinn's words.

"Saved my life? It's only going to make me suffer before I die."

The Djinn did not respond. Even without looking at him, the Djinn could tell that he was greatly annoyed.