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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.


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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

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Eric's team awkwardly stood without disguises the next morning as the emperor talked to a group of Immortals.


"You don't want us to mention we saw these guys?" A lanky brown-haired man asked, pointing his thumb at the team.


"Can I get one of their numbers if they're about this life?" Larkin asked, dabbing.


"Yooooooou got it, Emperor Scrawn!" The jester replied cheerily, turning the guys, "It's a damn shame, but what you say goes. ATTENTION!"


All the soldiers felt their hearts pulse, nearly having a heart attack.


"I didn't see ya'll muthafuckas, but I'm sure you're cool as fuck, so let's get it." Larkin smiled like a cheeky idiot.


July 26th, 2032 | Scavenging