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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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Jake's calm rationality when he asked Linus if he wanted to be escorted out of his [master's home] made his words feel far more ruthless.

It was as if he detached from his ego and let every word and action become ammo.

Everyone watched Linus, waiting to see what he'd do. After swallowing nervously, he glanced at everyone and then at his hand.

"Look…." Linus sighed, looking at the emperor, "I'm an idiot with a temper problem. I'll work on it, so please don't make me leave."

Kaze glanced at the man with a piercing glare that sent waves of shivers crawling down his spine.

"Then sit." Jake ordered calmly, answering in place of his emperor. His calm was psychologically terrifying in its own way.

The athlete dry-swallowed and turned around, walked to a free spot in the back of the room, and sat obediently.

Jake made eye contact with Kaze, who gave him a solid nod of approval.