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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

Margrave · Fantasia
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July 6th, 2032 | One Day Before the Rapture

—9:37 am, July 6th, 2032 | One Day Before the Rapture | Conference Room—

General Michaels walked into the conference room in the main mansion, joining Coronel Ryker, Chief Skeer, and the cabinet members waiting for him to finish a phone call.

The pressure in the atmosphere multiplied, making the atmosphere suffocating as everyone waited for him to speak.

"I have confirmation that all five bases have your people in motion." General Michaels announced, "Unless there are caravan issues, everyone should be at Lainwright by 8 pm.

We've received word that the official title for the civilians is [hostage], as it was necessary to ease the tension between the soldiers. It's necessary to ensure their safety."

"That's fine; good work." The emperor nodded, "Now, gentlemen. What are your plans?

I'm sure you know today is the last day you have to decide upon your and your soldiers' fates."