1 FMCL

I'm hailed as a rare genius back then, even though not a fully demon level genius I was still in the top of it, barely.

Well, if you're wondering why I was telling you this.

Because right now my life is in danger.

I'm not asking for someone to save me i just wanna tell my story.

Cough!

Oh, sorry about that. How do I tell my story if my mouth is now coughing blood as I look over to a dragon that masscaring the other while me lay down on the ground.

Yes!

Killed that *beep* *beep*!!!

Oh, sorry about my manner.

Cough! cough!

I just can't help but to celebrate seeing 'mister wanna be genius' have been barbecued before the dragon eat him alive.

...he...hehe. *beep* him.

Well, back to the main topic.

I was telling my story and how it all this begun.

You see, I was back then the rarest and youngest master of "Immortal Sect" back in my era where my word can't be bought by gold or worldly material.

Hailed genius by their respective clan and kingdom eat dirt under my shoes, woman would always flock just to gained my attention.

In just the age of twenty-two i'd achieve that prestige that many people dreams.

I was strong.

Being the most well known genius and the must handsome men in the world (He think) i'd decided to embark the next plane with overconfident I had in me.

Mortal-plane ascend to Middle-plane.

I was young, a very, very young idiot to become a cannon fodder.

You see, "Immortal Sect" in my plane is just a branch of "Immortal Heaven Palace" that well known in upper-plane.

As a master, and recited my allegiance to the sect that i'd never thought will be not important as long I can take all the benefits of it.

I'd become straight to master to servant as my cultivation is not really astonishing in this plane.

Well, the only thing I will say on that.

*beep* that! ,,|,,(￣3￣),,|,,

I had the rights to be angry about, I really have to those grandpa and grandma.

Me? Have no talent?...

*beep* *beep* *beep*

"..."

What the *beep* author can you not censored me!

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Author: ╮(─▽─)╭

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Huff... huff...

Calm down will yah, you'r explaining something here...

Before I continued let's see what's the dragon situation are.

Yep, still in his masscare... Wait, is the dragon a "He" or "She"?

Because gender equality where talking right here.

I might get sue if i'd claim that she's a he.

Wait, do we have a law for that?

I'd thought the only law in here is to kill or to be killed right?

I kinda confuse in here, can some explained it to me, please.

Tear that *beep*!!!

Oh, wait!...

That's 'Mister intellect' why did I celebrate about. ಠ_ಠ

And why do I need to talk about this, I should talk about myself right?...

Author: Yes, you had already wasted 200+ word. (╥_╥)

Where was I again?...

The grandpa and grandma thing, right?

Okay, I have the rights to be angry about because they didn't appreciate my talent.

I only take one-hundred years of cultivation before I'd reached "Spiritual Soul" while their so so disciples take over two-hundred years of cultivation.

See the difference, that's how rare I was even in this plane. ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

But for old fools like them I was nothing in their eye's, they'd bullied me until my dissipated overconfident diminish inside me.

Because of that I've been determined to take revenge to my adversary, but one sided on that.

It takes me over a hundred years to fulfilled my goal, beating them until they call me mommy...

No, they'd call me 'Grim reaper'!

Wanna no why?

Because I am not a mommy! ಠ_ಠ,,/,,

And,

*beep* them in hell!

Doing so, the sect noticed me and my status raised, servant to outer core disciple.

Until then my journey smoothly continued making me enter the upper-realm, but it taked me ten-thousand years as I was low key.

Well, my trauma that I had in me still lingering scared to be a sponge to the next plane.

And then I had decided when my resolve came back to me to enter the upper-realm.

Entering the upper-realm is different from the last.

The sect teached me cultivation and powerful technique as soon i'd came out to the plane portal, they'd teached me until i'd became an expert.

Finaly, someone noticed my talent!

Final-... no, I am not crying, I-I swear... ಥ_ಥ|

But boy I was wrong.

They'd trained me just to become guard on the most deadly place in the upper-realm.

Like!

What the "F"!

Now try to censored it, author. ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°

Author: (¬_¬(¬_¬)ﾉ

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I'd become a guard in the "The Great Line" where humans and demons are separeted in two.

There's always skirmishes in here, big or small someone would always die, hundred or thousand, how about million just to scared you.

Now are you scared? ヘ(￣ω￣ヘ)

Readers: (¬_¬(¬_¬(¬_¬),,/,,

I don't know why but my performance in here are great, my war exploit elevate me to become a platoon captain just twenty-five years of services.

It is a great promotion for me. The benefits of it was I had my own quarter just for my own, servant, cannon fodder and resources to cultivate.

But,

Exchanged to more dangerous task!

Wanna give you an example?...

Enter enemy territory to ambush, engaged the enemy commander to buy time, and lastly fight to the death if your superior said so!

Sometimes i'd always remember that I needed to guise myself fulfilling the role of a true dedicated captain that can serve his life just for the duty.

Tragically for me, my subordinate felt the fashion(fake) and shouted my name reverberated it over the battlefield.

I thought my status would risen to commander after that...

But boy I was wrong again.

Instead of promotion they'd let me stay on the captain rank and give my platoon a new name.

And that name is suck, like their old dildo that can't never satisfied a woman again.

They named my platoon,

"Divers"

Are you *beep" kidding me! Divers? It's not a lame name, but it purpose will slap you hard how you'll never be like that!

Exactly! A cannon fodders to the enemy territory. ＼（〇_ｏ）／

Task to always fight to the death! Until the mission was not fulfilled you're not allowed to retreat. I'd even remembered that I had almost choke my subordinate to death.

Don't know why but seems like lady luck is smiling at me. All of my mission are 100% successful without fail or miscalculation.

My war exploit diminished up so to my dissipated joy of my commander gifted me something.

More DEATHLY mission! ಥ⌣ಥ

But it all end when my idiot superior decided to go boom, devastating him and my platoon.

Heck! Who's idiot that will ordered all of his troops to attack pierce through until to the palace of the demon lord.

He must high in that day, or he just feeling himself.

Well, nonetheless our army perish.

And I do vote that he's really high that day, period! (￣^￣)

Lucky me i'd survived that bloody(moron) decision that our commander made.

Therefore, I became a rogue cultivator so my death will be confirmed true.

The river float me out of the battlefield area to a foggy lake.

That day, I had seen a true bishoujo that made me run away scared to stain her innocent body.

I'd run as fast as I can while she chase me because of my handsome pretty face(He think).

That's the most cruelest time of my life as I helded my tear drops dripped on my cheeks, I run away from her... ಥ_ಥ

Next...

A village in top of the mountain became my new home as they the one who find me on that tragic one sided chase.

Lifeless unconscious on the ground, dripping my saliva while my pants are tattered because of the claw mark.ヽ( ´¬`)ノ

The village is nice and peaceful, but they're all eccentric persons doing stuff and saying things that was not a trend in this era.

And like a virus it spread all over me.

As few decades past, I gradually forget what my goal are, to be powerful and well known person in all realms.

My worldly desire diminish inside me, i'd became a hermit like them.

But.

Bizzare is, the village are always visited by many powerful figured, like the demon lord as I had already seen his portrait.

But over all my life in there is great.

Untill i'd decided to embark my new journey as a new person, longing for a great adventure.

The village tried to stop me from leaving saying my talent will be wasted outside.

Finaly, that day someone recognized how talented I was. ಥ⌣ಥ

With my perseverance to go the villager consented my wish.

My journey is so smooth,

In hell. (╥_╥)

First day of it i'd meet a group of youngst- grandpa and grandma with nouveau clothes of them.

Their goal is to finish the "Red Dragon" of the west.

As a new person my decision is to joined them to finish the vicious red dragon, atonement for the soul of it's victim.

I will bring justice!

But a wanna be heroes like them tragicly masscared by the dragon, and that is what happening right now.

Let's check if it still happening right now.

Grrr!...

Oh, *beep*.

I was the next to be 'wanna be hero'.

Those scary eye's are really tingling inside me.

Remembering the bishoujo red fiery lust eye that chased me all over the mountain.

If you would ask why i'd run to a bishoujo.

Because it was...

Goblin bishoujo.

...Ha ha...

FMCL. ಠ_ಠ (F*ck My Cultivator Life)

[Note] This book will be idea inspiration to the book called My Female Disciples are scary so you will encounter here something similar to it but not many only the joke slightly.

Mister/miss feeling_tired permited me to use his book like the whole of it, you now copy paste.

But sadly, Webnovel doesn't allowed that. So here I am creating my own.