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Playboy Cultivator in the Apocalypse

Kaze survived the apocalypse five millennia ago. Was crowned the emperor of the five planes. Dubbed leader of a harem of immortals. Enjoyed a truly flawless reputation. Evolved into a living legend. And declared a sex god. It was nearly reality. Becoming a god. A real one. Then... He lost it all. Got sent to the past. Transmigrated into his old body. 22 days before the apocalypse began. However, things would be different this time. Kaze had techniques and knowledge of the future. A chance to save his past lovers from death. Had the luxury of enjoying his power. So he decided to stick around. Build a lavish party base. Enjoy modern living. Live as a playboy. Dual cultivate. Love again. And so. Kaze acted. Built his reputation. Acquired wealth and fame. Trained, protected, and led mortals. Built an offensively decadent settlement. And partied it up in a monster-festered hellscape. ═─┈─═─┈─═─┈─═─┈─═ PlayCult is a serious apocalypse novel. However, it has frequent lemons, charm, romance, and humor. The story becomes faster-paced and increasingly action, adventure, and harem-focused as it progresses. Sexual content. No cheating; no yuri. #AbsurdlyFaithful ═─┈─═─┈─═─┈─═─┈─═ Harem | Dual Cultivation | Apocalypse | Transmigration | Survival | Kingdom Building | Romance | Lemons | Lemons | Lemons | FBI Unnecessary | Charming Sociopath | Dark | Comedy | Very Action | Much Adventure | New Tropes | Old Tropes | Best Tropes | All The Tropes | Except for the Bad Tropes | No Bad Tropes | There is a Yandere | You're Welcome

Margrave · Fantasy
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359 Chs

Day One | Murderous Mimicry

Evalyn looked at Doctor Miser, the nurse, and the soldiers. The four men were liabilities, and the woman was both a liability and a casualty.

Kaze's words resounded in her head.

"The world is simpler now. Don't help people; if you're forced to act, don't leave witnesses."

She swallowed and prepared to act but froze when she saw Doctor Miser's arm. It had frostbite developing on it.

The blonde realized something horrifying: everyone would know who attacked the doctor.

Worse, he was the man who signed the paperwork.

She processed the situation in slow motion. Her mind was racing at lightning speed, figuring out which course to take.

Evalyn only broke from her haze when she heard three nurses running down the hall.

A horrifying thought passed through her mind.

If she were to kill everyone and not leave witnesses, she'd have to kill everyone she saw.

A minimum of eight people needed to die because she saved the woman.