“Me? I’m human of course.” I answered to the familiar old man in Daoist robes. The lie tastes so sweet with a bitter aftertaste. But why is it a lie though? I am a human of course. My three pairs of eyes gazed at the old man. My head tilted to the side as I noticed that he is just a bit above half my height. Is he always this short? Did something happen?

In a twist of fate, an average jobless American find himself hurled into a Xianxia Cultivation world. Utterly clueless about the intricate hierarchies, Daoism, even the culture that define the realm, he must quickly adapt to his new reality. Can he, after losing his old name and human body survives in this new world?
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What to Expect:
- Protagonist is not OP
- No system, no fast paced cultivation progress, but relatively safe start
- Protagonist does not know Xianxia setting and bound to have conflicts with it
- Protagonist will practice American Dao (Guns, Heavy Ordinance, and such)

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Also Posted on RoyalRoad
Cover is placeholder and I have commissioned one. Just need to wait for the cover to be finished