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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

The Seed

Rein and Lily walked up to where Whitney was sitting, still cultivating. They were both brunettes, but they wore their personalities on their faces.

Rein had a pixie cut that made her look like a tomboy. She had beautiful green eyes, but they looked lackluster from her lack of eyeliner.

She was naturally beautiful but had an intimidating air, clearly willing to exercise common sense to gain power when offered.

Lily was the opposite. The woman had long brown hair that she meticulously curled and had artistically applied makeup that hid her lackluster features.

The only thing they had in common was their lack of trust in Kaze. However, that's what made them perfect.

One had enough influence to sing his praises to the masses; the other was reliable and arbitrary and could thus reinforce them.

Either way, he didn't need them to trust him. He just needed their support for one hour to break the fearmongers' political spines. With any luck, they'd become his political puppets as well.