In My Past Life, None of Them Approved of Me

(From the start, I wanted to write a long novel, but this genre calls for a tightly paced plot. The regret arc in the first 110 chapters didn't work out, so starting from Chapter 110, I've switched perspectives and begun writing directly from the past life. I'm a complete beginner, just practicing. I may write about the present day later, but that's a long way off.)

Millions of years later, towering skyscrapers stand across the land. I stand atop a magnificent wall, facing thousands upon thousands of spirit beasts.

“Come on, don't do this. I'm a new player.”

Memories of my past life gradually awaken: an age of cultivation, glorious and magnificent.

But when I say, “A great calamity is coming,” no one believes me.

I rush from place to place, trying to persuade the major factions to face the disaster together.

The Buddha Mother kneels before the Buddha, chanting sutras and praying for his blessing.

When the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult hears, she merely sneers. “He's crazy.”

The Sword Dao's foremost expert asks, “Have you gone mad from cultivating?”

The Demon Empress folds her arms and says nothing, but is consumed by jealousy. “Why did you go to them first?”

In the end, I die alone in silence, and the great calamity descends.

Now they've come after me again. I'm a decent person, but I can't let go of what happened before!

(Harem, by the way.)