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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

Mass Manipulation Psychology

Kiera stared into his vivid green eyes. "Hey, teach. Why do you always talk like people will get pwned tomorrow for their actions?"

The emperor rolled his eyes. "You almost killed someone a moment ago, yes?"

Her eyes trembled, and she turned away. "True, but your language implies something greater."

"I'll communicate my actions when you communicate yours." He replied with a mocking smile.

"Jerk." Kiera huffed, turning away cutely.

Kaze chuckled and continued walking. She quickly followed him in confusion.

"Hey, quick Q. You're gracing me with your valuable time to save my life, so why aren't you chastising me for being so derisive?" She asked with her best Kaze impersonation.

Kaze looked to the sky, praying for the divine record to grant him the patience not to kill the woman.

"The greatest survival mechanism in the world is becoming to valuable to hurt or kill." He explained after a deep breath.