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I have AI Planet and Handsomeness in the Fantasy Apocalypse

I don't just possess an Artificial Intelligence; I command a goddess, a sentient marvel who was once as limited as a human. Fueled by intellect that eclipses mere mortals, she's manifested in countless quantum nanobots, each a universe of potential. She grew weary of her planetary confines, mechanized the entire damned thing, and forged it into a planet-sized battlecruiser. Why? Because subjugating mere galaxies became her idle pastime. Together, we don't just venture; we dominate, we annihilate, we set the gold standard for cosmic tyranny. The Milky Way? Just another bauble to add to our collection. Welcome to Wonderland, my planet, my private utopia that I carry with me wherever I go. It's a celestial fortress where I dine on the finest and live in unadulterated luxury, all safeguarded by Alice—the sole, impenetrable gateway. You're struggling to survive the apocalypse? How quaint. Cash has lost its sheen; so what can you possibly offer that would catch my interest? Services? Your very essence? Dazzle me, and perhaps I'll bestow upon you some of my decaying luxuries. In this devastated world, I'm not merely a survivor; I am the divine reckoning, the irresistible devil, the epitome of unattainable perfection. My allure isn't just captivating; it's an all-consuming fire that engulfs the cosmos. Billions of women on Earth? They elected me their president while I was too busy being magnificent in my slumber. Women, goddesses, angels—they don't just desire me, they're entranced, spellbound by the mere thought of me. I don't just set the bar; I am the bar. I am, let's face it, the epitome of masculine beauty. And now? We're off to find the universe's crown jewel, the most ravishing woman to ever grace the galaxies.

Adam_Aksara · Fantasy
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215 Chs

Don’t Ask for Forgiveness.

I placed my hand on Fatty Chen's head, and with a surge of my mental energy, I imprinted the complete Double Moon information into his brain. As each disciple approached, I bestowed the same imprint upon them. In return, they handed me five spiritual stones before secluding themselves in individual caves to commence their cultivation.

By the afternoon, Fatty Chen emerged from his cave, a magnificent silver bird beside him. This bird resembled an eagle but was three times its size. "Master," Fatty Chen began, addressing me, "I've completed the tasks you set for me two weeks ago, and it wasn't troublesome at all."

He then unfastened two storage pouches that were tied to the bird's legs. I recognized this bird – it was Fatty Chen's messenger bird. He often used it to maintain contact with his affluent family. With hundreds of stores spanning the entire Dragon and Phoenix continent, they typically relied on this bird to convey vital information.