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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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Land and Sea

"Ummm… sir?" A nervous brown-haired man called out.

"Speak your mind openly if your question or viewpoint is relevant." Kaze scoffed breathlessly, annoyed at the man's timidity, "While caution is always advisable, timidity has never provided value to this world."

"Okay…." The man swallowed, more nervous after the rebuke, "It's just… why are we just standing here? The boat is over there…."

"I'm also… confused about that." A brunette soldier with a full-sleeve tattoo said, "I'd feel a lot more comfortable on the boat."

They were all hovering 50 feet above slightly choppy waters in the middle of the ocean.

A few miles from them was a mid-sized commercial fishing boat used for catching cod and tuna. It was a white boat with an orange bottom, slightly rusted on the sides, floating aimlessly at sea.

The reason that they'd rather be on the boat—

"Hoh?" Kaze mused, turning to the woman and then the man, "You two would rather be on the boat than fly?"