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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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359 Chs

The Battle of Shipping Yard

Eric's team ran through the broken city streets of Meridian City with racing pulses.

"Aaron, can you use Combustion!?" Denzel asked, seeing the seagulls shoot toward camp, "If you can, go ahead and protect your people! We're right behind you!"

"While I'm thankful for your sentiment, I can't use Combustion because I've been leading the teams." Aaron sighed, shaking his head, "The best I can do is protect those who can—that's you."

Since Evalyn's soldiers were busy overseeing the training of the Lainwright soldiers, they hadn't learned the technique. That was the official excuse.

In truth, she didn't teach them so that the weak Lainwright soldiers could have an advantage in the battle. It was their chance to show that they were [stronger] than the Immortals where it mattered. After all, she rigged the battle to let the soldiers win!

Aaron turned with an arrow in hand, pointing toward the sky.

WHooooooOOooSshH!