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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

Hunt

A figure clad in gleaming silver and gold jumped out of the trees and landed right in the middle of the 7 orc riders. With a speed almost invisible to the eyes, he raised his axe and slammed it down towards an orc rider' head, and cut it apart with one strike.

Splaatt!!

The attack made the other riders scream in shock and anger, while they pulled at the reins of their wargs, causing them all to howl at the same time. The symphony of voices from their howling sounded just like a classic hunting horn.

One orc died on the spot, and the other six quickly charged toward him. However, Viktor already came prepared, for as soon as his feet touched the ground, he cast his new favorite spell and multiple metal chains flew from the surrounding trees, creating a makeshift barrier separating each of the riders apart.

"Groowlll!"