The Half-Ripe Mythic Pantheon

It takes dying once to realize that many myths, ghost stories, and tales of immortals, demons, and monsters have roots in reality. Ordinary people simply can't see or hear any of it.

I'm just an ordinary mortal, yet every immortal, ghost, and monster I meet calls me a big shot. I'm scared out of my mind, but I still have to put on the airs of a master.

Other people cultivate immortality or train in martial arts through hard work. I can only rely on writing a diary. Who in their right mind keeps a diary?

Ancient legends, strange supernatural tales, and jianghu vendettas: it doesn't matter whether you're an immortal, a female ghost, or a monster. As long as I see you and write you down, my cultivation improves.

If you ask me, cultivation and all that doesn't matter. I just like collecting entries for my bestiary.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.