Dear Diary

Hello to my all readers, this chapter is a funny diary entry by the MC, stating all events as a short summary till chapter twenty, in a funny, comical way.

You can skip this chapter and read from chapter 1 or can read this chapter to take a sneak peek.

Hope you enjoy my Novel.

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Dear Diary,

It was my fifth birthday today, a major day in my life. I wake up in the morning, knowing that it's my fifth birthday. I didn't tell or ask anyone about it and kept on waiting for them to wish, but till evening no one wished me.

I was very angry and on the verge of crying; I went to the dining hall for some snacks. When I entered the room, I found it very dark; I was very scared.

Even then I went inside like a blind man. Suddenly someone shouted, "Surprise Aryan!! Happy Birthday". I was both angry and happy at that time. Tears came flowing out of my eyes.

Mom, dad, gramps and many other peoples were there. They have prepared many tasty dishes for me, and the center of attraction was a seven-layered cake with seven different flavors.

We celebrated my birthday, with various types of tasty foods, it was so fun. It was a memorable day of my life.

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My one and only friend, dear diary, everything I have written above is something that every normal five-year-old MC of a novel would write.

For me, I am the unluckiest MC of my novel.

Damn seven, seven die, die seven, fickle-minded whimsical seven, die.

You must be thinking who is seven, who else can it be, it's the damn author of the damn novel "My Knowledge Of Cultivation Is Completely Shattered."

I was a cultivation prodigy in ancient times, I would have reached immortality in a few years, but God knows why that devil writer choose to make me MC of his novel.

I was happy at first, who wouldn't want to become an overpowered MC, but that thinking was my first and last mistake in that life. He killed me first, then trapped me in an unknown space for two millennia.

I wasn't that angry till then; I mean I was thinking that he will create a future world setting, where the ancient knowledge of cultivation would be lost, and I will be an overpowered MC there, with at least a medium-sized harem.

But that naive thinking of mine betrayed me like a bitch.

I was born into a wealthy family, that's all I knew, till I was five, A WEALTHY FAMILY.

And these happening are not too old, only a few hours before events.

I was of the idea that I would get a high-level cool armor or protective gear on my birthday, but I didn't get something like that. I got a pair of protective dress, but not that cool.

You must be thinking that why am I fussing around this matter, cause I want a cool one, and got a simple one??

No, absolutely no my dear friend, I am not a kid to do something like that, it's that damn writer's fault.

He made my doting mom and gramps anime cross-dressing fans; they made me wear a myriad of girls dress, starting from maid dresses, followed by catgirls, bunny girls and some other anime dresses.

You are thinking it was the end of this event, aren't you??

No, it's not, don't think lightly. When you are dealing with that writer called seven, he is a demon king with an angel body.

They made me wear miniskirts, high curve qipao, and some other skimpy dresses. I was thinking that the skimpy dresses were the last, but no, what to say, my good luck was on honeymoon at that time.

Lolita fashion, gairu fashion, and girls lingeries were on the queue list, after defiling my pure mind and body, when it was time to throw me away, something unexpected happened again.

Mom had kept some of her youth time swimsuits in her interspatial ring, god knows why and how she remembered that all of a sudden. After that, you can guess what happened next.

Starting from one-piece maillot, followed by monokini, then some classic bikini swimsuits and at last the one-piece slingshot, these are some of the dresses that defiled my virtuous soul.

Cross-dressing Event was nothing before the things that followed after.

As I have mentioned above till today's morning, I only knew that my family was rich but how much reach I found out today.

Today I descended to three different floors. On the second and third floor some people introduced themselves as city heads, then came some who introduced themselves as state heads, I was so shocked, but happy too.

I mean if all the state head were respecting gramps, then gramps must be a country head, was something I thought initially, but no, my bitch deduction too, eloped with someone else.

You wanna know why and how??

Cause after some time came a person who introduced himself as a country head, at that time only one name was in my mind stupid seven, that fuc*** idiot seven at least give your MC some event to shine, but no, what can I say to my creator, that bull-headed continued to give me headaches and heart attacks.

So, it ended at the state head, right?? Is what you want to ask right.

Sigh.....

I would be have been happy if I had sold my soul to a devil or demon, but little did I know when I agreed to become this novel MC, that instead of a lesser demon, I have sold my soul to a Tyrant Demon King.

Who is that? You must be thinking by now, right??

Who else can it be other than Seven THE author of this novel?

Even after giving my heart 9.0 magnitudes earthquakes, he didn't stop, he kept practicing his devious works.

After a country head came another, followed by another, then another, another again, I don't know how many times this cycle continued; I was thinking then my Gramps must be ahead of a continent, but what to say my luck was still in his honeymoon, there came a person...…..

Who introduced himself as eastern countries head, I think he probably meant any continent, that same pattern followed again, some came and introduced themselves as western, northern and southern countries head.

That merciless tyrant writer didn't even hesitate to break my world view, after the country head, I didn't dare to guess anything again; I knew it that bastard writer will play with me again.

But didn't know the level of his play, till this morning he was keeping me in dark about the world setting, I had a hunch that the world setting is that of a modern cultivation or you can say urban cultivation story.

You must be curious about what wrong can happen here?

Let me tell you he crushed my body and mind when he revealed that this is not an urban cultivation story! But a SciFi one!!

The fu** is wrong with that writer, toying around the story like that, when I read the first chapter it was there, that word "dynasty", I thought at that time its three hundred or four hundred years in future after my death, then there comes the cross-dressing there was a word called "spirit camera", then I thought must be eight hundred years in the future, no problem, I will bear with it, and with time will get adapted to that era, but no, my happiness can't be seen by him.

In today's chapter he introduced something called "Planetary Broadcast Spaceship Unit" and "mother ships", you should have looked my expression at that time, I was frozen in fear, to my soul, that huge ship was just a small unit and it's a SciFi story, the fu** wrong with this story.

I don't know how many readers would have died or got a heart attack from that shock.

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After all these, now it's about my cultivation technique, even though he played, toyed and fuc*** my mind in the first fifteen chapters, he was a good man from the heart; he gave me an overpowered MC role and a big harem later.

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Something like this is what I wanted to write about seven, but what can I say, seven is seven. He will never change, nor his trickery and underhanded writing tricks.

Old cunning, idiot, moron, fool, ruffian, abominable creature of earth are some words that I wanna dedicate to him, but it will be like lying to myself, if I do so.

Nilliam Calmspeare once said, "Not every idiot who acts like an idiot, are idiots in real life, they are one of the most intelligent creatures on earth, with a poker face."

That writer of mine is one of those species, a cunning guy with an idiot poker face.

I was pulled, then pushed, then again pulled and pushed, I lost the count how many times my consciousness went into different dimensions, and soul sea.

But at least one good thing about him is my powers. Even though it has some limitations at my current age, I will be a Top Op MC when I become 18-year-old for sure.

You know from my previous life I always wanted a big harem, but lacked the guts to propose a single girl, that damn devil writer took advantage of it and gave me a harem of l****.

Sob.....sob.....sob...

What more can I say, I am too tired from today's event, gonna take a long nice nap.

Bye

My Dear Diary Kun