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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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Leadership Level Up

Once the assignment began, Kaze walked outside into his faction, admiring the fruit of his labor. In his past life, he spent the current week starving, broken, and alone.

This time around, he and Evalyn would be eating well in a gated community with the power to protect themselves.

"Hey, Emperor!"

"Hello, Kaze!"

"Thank you for allowing me to join, Faction Leader!"

"Hello, Leader Kaze."

As he walked, his subjects greeted him with carefree smiles or nodded to him hesitantly, uncertain of how to address him.

Regardless of how they spoke to him, he gave them charming smiles and returned their thanks. Titles would wait; for now, morale was important to growth.

He was pleased to see people chasing power voraciously without sacrifice, helping one another learn cultivation techniques that wouldn't be available for another month when things worsened.