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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

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An Unexpected Scenario

Rein grabbed Steve Chung's arm and punted her shin into his crotch with considerable force.

"CuaahhHCk!" He coughed, making a horrifying sound as he grabbed his crotch, falling to the ground and wheezing.

All the men [and women] in the den groaned in despair, watching the poor Asian man hit the ground, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"I don't care who you are or how nice you're being." Rein scoffed, "If you try to touch me without consent again, I'll curb-stomp your testicles until Minor Healing can't heal them!"

She waved her hand, healing the groaning man skillfully, and turned to the bar. "Bartender, can I get a towel to clean up this mess?"

The man behind the counter snapped to attention when addressed, nodded, and ran away.

Sage looked away and continued her conversation, convinced Rein wasn't acting as a spy. For her part, Rein listened carefully, hoping to get more information while she waited.

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