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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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Unleash the Clamps!

"Today started no different than yesterday." Rein began, "We traveled to Meridian City, scavenging in gated communities on the west side of town near 23rd and Barlow St.

We figured that after the Rapture, the high-end areas with resources, cultivators, and bodyguards would have gotten decimated from within, collapsing after most turned or faced starvation.

So we scouted gated communities, cut through the fencing, and scouted for alcohol."

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—Meridian City, West Side | Fox Hill—

"Make the cut minimal." Rein ordered soldiers, "Areas like this are treasure troves. The last thing we want is for the sick to run around thrashing everything."

"Yes, mam." A male soldier said, decked out in black tactical gear.

They stood before a large recently-constructed electric fence, before the black iron bar gate leading into Fox Hill, a wealthy gated community in Meridian City.