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I was working a shift at the refinery when the asteroids first appeared. Before humanity could even respond, they struck and changed our world into a wasteland of ashes and dust. But they also changed me. I became a Prodigy, a powerful cultivator.

With Lord Manageer on the run, Luis and his ladies are in motion to hit the enemy with maximum force—but a new threat is looming. The undead of The Necromancer. Luis and his band of feisty mages must defeat The Necromancer's forces while also engineering the downfall of Lord Manageer himself. To get it done, Luis will have to maximize his true potential and launch himself as a one-man wrecking-ball into enemy territory. All to set up the final confrontation with Lord Manageer—who has a secret weapon ready to deploy.

Low on supplies, low on ammo, and recovering from our last fight, me and my ragtag band of survivors have plenty of challenges ahead. But survival isn’t the only thing I’m concerned with; I want revenge on the man who betrayed us, and I need to stop him before he gets his hands on a mysterious new weapon.

When my boss, the god of Autumn, Death, and Justice, appeared out of the blue and gave me an assignment that may be filled with certain danger, an unholy artifact, and watching over three monstrous women, you bet your dead heart you better pay attention.

Cole is king of the highway, a force to be reckoned with. He has strong allies, powerful companions, and he has become a mighty cultivator. Turns out, he is exactly what Earth needs. The enemies of all the free peoples are planning to strike, and if they succeed, there won’t be much left of Earth.

The good. The afterlife lately has been pretty sweet for the most part. The staff has grown, and we all are getting along famously. The hotel is looking great, and the soul pennies keep flowing in, clawed hand over fist. I've been thinking about adding a new wing to the hotel and maybe purchasing those little mints you put on pillows to classy up the joint. The bad. Horrific monsters want to raid the hotel. I have pages to an unholy book that can end the world. Monstrous bikers are terrorizing the guests.