Saint Monster (3)

Acceptance

Time flew by slowly in the stomach of the saint creature. As usual, the yellow mists and yellow lake was there in a dimly lit setting. A ship quietly floated in those waters. It's original jade-white appearance had long disappeared, replaced with thin layers of black substance as a result of corrosion. The ship sails had long vanished, leaving behind traces of black substance hanging from the masts, making it quite ghostly.

Formations and runes on the sides actively resisted the acid, but had dimmed by more than half. Some were beginning to show the initial signs of approaching failure, as a result of corrosion. On the deck, there was a dome-like object sitting on it's back, with its mouth exposed to the air. It's looks would be enough to frighten a mortal and scare a cultivator.

This creature is me. It's been several hours since I've been sitting on my back, staring into the foggy mists. After figuring out that my body is female, I fell into an existential mid-life crisis about my gender and the future implications of this. My previous life experience and pride as a man has suddenly turned into an illusion that has crumbled away in the face of reality.

Now, I have fallen to an existential crisis, entering the deepest depression I've had in decades. The last time it was this bad, was right before being admitted to a new school that was public instead of private. When that happened, I stared off into a wall with the wish of disappearing for an entire day with only emptiness in my head. Although I love the school now, back then, it was a different story back then.

It wasn't until the chaos and the desolate emptiness in my head finally began to sort out, that the fog in my head began to fade away. Rolling over onto my flat bottom, the cloudiness in my imaginary eyes started to regain clarity.

"I guess I'm just gonna have to slowly accept this and get used to it. I can't hide it unless I wanna communicate the old fashioned way. But now I can't because everyone knows, so it's pointless."

I couldn't help but laugh dryly with my imaginary head laying low.

"It seems as though I need to start pretending. Even though I'll be a lesbian, so what? I still like women regardless! For those against it. So what? I'll show them! I'll show them that I'll be the greatest lesbian in all of the Immortal Realm's history!"

I laughed again but this time with some vigor and confidence.

"Thankfully, I have some confidence in my knowledge of women. As a loner, one must know themselves and one's enemy so they face a 100 battles undefeated! Although my acting isn't something I'm fully confident about, my knowledge about women will allow me to remain unparalleled in the art of lesbianism!

My aura shot out of my body and gradually changed. The menacing aura turned gentler, soft, like a women's aura. But cold and dark, like ice that lives in the darkness of the night. I transformed back to my humanoid form, which is 22 meters as usual. The black shingles on my body gave off a vibe similar to a scaled creature and a shingled creature. My face turned into that disgusting and horrifying human-eating face. Combined with my body that had the curves of a women, it was indescribable.

Using my memories, I began the first rusty dance moves similar to a women. Completing the first one, I switched over to another dance style, cleaning the rust off. The aura around me and the blood within surged as each move became increasingly refined and elegant.

Thirty minutes later, each dance move represented a combination of elegance of a noble women and a stripper pole dancing. If the creator of the pendant were to see this, surely he'd be spitting out his tea.

The middle-aged man came over to check up on the creature, but seeing the combination of stripper and elegance, his body trembled violently before spraying blood everywhere, and losing consciousness. Foam poured out of his mouth as his body twitched. The whites of his eyes showed a form of horror.

"W-what's wrong Senior Cosmo?!" yelled a subordinate that ran over. The other subordinates followed as well, only to stumble upon this scene. The same thing happened to them as the trembled and sprayed out blood, falling unconscious with foam coming out of their mouths. A

male disciple came to see the commotion, but followed as well.

A female disciple in her teenage years came over, but was stunned upon seeing this. A different reaction from the males followed. The awkwardness and cringe hit her so hard that her abdominal area shrunk in several inches. She clenched her stomach, running towards the bathroom with the worst case of abdominal cramps and pains in her entire life. In the future, if she thinks about this scene, it'll trigger the same reaction.

Another younger female came over, but didn't have so much of a horrible reaction. Instead, she fell over laughing and choking before passing out. In the future, whenever she thinks of this scene, she'll fall over in laughter.

A male disciple came over but coughed up blood and passed out.

Finally, the oldest female of them all came over. A very beautiful and mature women, probably close to her twenties. She came over and saw all the bodies on the floor. Freaking out, she saw the dancing and her mind went blank or a second. But then next, it seemed as though her soul was suddenly sucked out of her body. She fell over as stiff as a pencil with her mouth halfway open, with a white face like a sheet of paper as if she had seen the most horrifying ghost ever.

Naturally, I had not noticed this, as I was too absorbed in refining the arts of dance to perfection. It wasn't until I felt tired that I regained my senses, only to find a massive pile of bodies scattered everywhere on the floor.

"E-eh? What happened?" I asked.