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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

Killian War, Reason to Stay

General Michaels swallowed nervously after hearing Kaze's bold threat of force following his words.

He was beginning to realize that cultivators were sensitive snowflakes regarding language, and he needed stringent workplace training sessions for anyone who came into contact with the emperor.

"Forgive me for my language." The general sighed, "That's soldier speak, for I'm not hostile; my job demands me to ask about your actions. If you don't mind me asking, who is she?"

The emperor closed his eyes. "This woman was with the cultivators that appeared on June 2nd.

She's a lone oddity tasked with finding sleepers, and she only defended herself when you foolishly attacked her.

I asked her to help solve one of your pressing problems to prove she doesn't mean you harm."

Crux listened, pretending to sleep with a complex expression. She couldn't understand what the two were saying, but she understood the context.