My Master Is Undergoing Tribulation at the Sect Kindergarten

(No CP, mostly everyday life, master and disciples, System)

There's something seriously wrong with this sect.

Me? A transmigrator whose soul ended up in another world after I ate undercooked mushrooms and croaked.

Him? A three-legged bluebird, my first disciple, currently offline and hatching.

Her? A string of cyber data claiming to be my great-grandma: a crooked AI customer service System.

And I've got the complete bestiary. If you've got protagonist traits, I'll win you over!

My eldest disciple is obsessed with farming, my second disciple is consumed by revenge, my third disciple has severe chuunibyou, and my fourth would rather eat than stay alive.

With a whole group of problem children, their master can only sigh, “My life is over.”

A mushroom disaster breaks out at the academy, and my junior brother tells me to turn left and get out.

The beautiful Demon Lord holds a ball-throwing matchmaking contest, and I respond with a punishment spell.

The Demon Realm's sacred relic has malfunctioned? Here's a free wanted poster package.

Wait! I've got a brilliant plan.

Those birds just need to lose some weight!

The sacred relic in the Demon Realm has shed all its leaves? Here's another free wanted poster package.

Wait! I've got a brilliant plan.

It just really wants to chat with you all!