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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

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—Meridian City, West Side | Fox Hill—

"I can't believe that I need to retreat from mortals!" Martha scoffed in humiliation, watching the [weak] mortal draw the Guided Arrow technique. Everyone there had it—but her!

Judging by their skill, she knew that they weren't elites. So it seemed that whoever was distributing it to mortals didn't regulate its use or force them to work centuries to obtain it!

Guided Arrow wasn't a joke—it was a military staple. Due to its flexibility, range, and growth potential, Guided Arrow was the most dangerous mid-level technique on the Sky Plane, classified higher than most heaven techniques!

For that reason, she needed to retreat, especially because she was wounded.

"At least I have a lead about where Mary is." Martha winced in pain, dodging more arrows and shooting backward in the sky, "I'm sure I'll find them again soon."

The brunette turned and flew away at high speed. However—

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