I, the mortal, come from the great world of Xuanhuang

"When will you leave this world?"

“You’re just like everyone else, you’re planning to kill me. I’ve already said that I have no desire to leave this world right now. I really have absolutely no desire to leave this world because I have so many, many, many things to do. If I don’t finish those things, it’s absolutely impossible for me to leave.”

“I will never leave until those things are done and those tragedies are changed. I hope you understand that and stop asking me these kinds of questions.”

"Because if those tragedies are not changed, I will be in a bad mood. In order to make myself feel even a little bit better, I have to change those tragedies. If they are not changed, once I am in a bad mood, I will do crazy things, and I don't even know what crazy things I might do. Don't you understand? I don't even know what crazy things I might do."

"It's because I get very upset, and when I'm in a bad mood, the consequences are unpredictable, you know? Even I don't know what I might do when I'm in a rage. In this situation, I hope you understand one thing: stop thinking about kicking me out. You'd better not even consider that. It won't do you any good. Do you know that I'm here because I have value to you? If I leave, you'll be completely useless. You don't need me to elaborate on how terrible your fate will be then." "You should know this perfectly well. In this situation, you should be on my side, not on those bastards' side. Not a single one of those bastards is good; you could say not a single one of them is a good person. Therefore, I hope you understand this. If you don't, then I really can't help you. I have absolutely no way, not even the slightest bit. Really, I'm completely helpless about this. If I had even the slightest solution, I wouldn't be wasting my breath talking to you like this. I just hope you can use your brains and not side with those bastards."

"After all, those bastards never treated you like human beings, only as tools to be used. Really, they only treated you as tools, never as human beings. If they treated you like human beings, they wouldn't have bothered me again and again. They care so much about you because they know you're useful to them. If you weren't useful, they wouldn't care about you at all. Don't you understand that? If they didn't need you, you would have been dead long ago. But you seem completely oblivious. To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so stupid, so hopeful that I would leave. If I leave, you'll have absolutely no value to them. Your life or death, your survival, will be entirely in their hands. And they might even give you away to keep their secret." Murder to silence witnesses is all too normal for them; they're used to it. You have absolutely no right or chance to resist them. You have no chance of survival, no meaning or value whatsoever. At that point, is there any chance you'll survive? I don't think so. Believing those old fogies, those old monsters—are you out of your minds? Unless you're completely out of your mind, how could you possibly believe those old monsters? None of them are good; you could say none of them are human. They'll only try to make you do bad things and then kill you, all in the name of "acting on behalf of Heaven." They're the ones who made you do it, yet they'll ruthlessly slaughter you with swords and knives, then use the guise of "acting on behalf of Heaven" to proclaim their own justice.

"They've already killed everyone to cover it up, so no one knows about their sinister intentions, their wicked thoughts, their plans, or anything else. Even if they did know, they'd already been killed. Under these circumstances, who can stand against them? There's absolutely no one left who can defeat them. There's not even the slightest possibility. Don't you think that makes sense? So, use your brains, you really need to use your brains."

"If you don't use your brains, you'll be abandoned at any time. You won't even have your lives then. How will you take revenge then? How will you become a true strongman standing between heaven and earth? The reason I say you need to take revenge is because everyone in your world has a hatred that even heaven and earth cannot destroy."

"What is this hatred? You will know when you become strong enough. Right now, you are not qualified to know because you are not strong enough. Only when you are strong enough will you be able to know. Right now, you are too weak. Even if you become gods, you might not be able to achieve that. This only proves what? It proves that you are far too weak. I hope you can become strong enough, strong enough that no one can oppose you. That is what you should be doing, not wasting your time talking to me. Of course, you are also incapable of doing these things. At least right now, you do not have the ability, the skill, or the qualification." "You have nothing. Your only asset is your usefulness, but who's using you? You're not being used by me; you're being used by those old geezers. They just see you as a bunch of things to be used. Once they're done with you, they'll discard you. Being discarded is one thing, but the worst thing is, if they kill you to silence you, you'll have absolutely no chance of survival. You'll have absolutely no chance of survival. In that situation, what can you do? You can't do anything. You can't do anything at all, absolutely nothing."

"So you know what you should do, right? You should be used by me, used by me—or rather, cooperate. You get what you want, I give you what you want, but you must do what I need to do. There are some things I can't do myself, but you can. Why? Because you are people of this world, beings of this universe, so it's convenient for you to do them. But I am not from this world, not from this universe, so it's inconvenient for me to do them. That's the difference between you and me, or more accurately, the distinction. Of course, if you want to kill me, I can kill you all. It's not difficult for me, at least not."

"However, if I do that, I will have to leave because of the excessive killing, the killing of too many innocent lives. This is their last resort. But before that, I will kill a great many, many more. How many exactly? In fact, even I don't know. I don't understand how many I will kill, how many I will wipe out. This is something that really needs to be understood, really. They know, or perhaps they have some suspicions, so they dare not take the risk. It's not that they are so kind, but because if they kill too many, firstly, they will also kill them, and secondly, even if they don't kill them, they don't have enough strength to face the troubles and calamities that follow."

"Under these circumstances, they can only let me do some bad things, things they can't stand, but which happen to be the right things. These things are very correct, not so wrong, but they are unwilling to do them because they can't bear to give up what they have. Ask them to give up their own interests to help others, do you think that's possible? Ask yourself if you can do it? You simply can't, it's completely impossible."

"It's simply impossible. Even if it were possible, it would be incredibly difficult. At least for me, it would be extremely difficult. Sacrificing one's own interests to save others—that's called selflessness. Can you be selfless? I certainly can't. I really can't. Perhaps you think I'm making excuses, but that's the truth. I'm not making excuses; I'm stating a fact, a fact everyone knows, yet no one can actually do. If you want someone to be selfless, why don't they be selfless themselves, giving up their own interests to help others? Isn't that a joke? It's a complete joke, at least to me, isn't it? Isn't that the logic?"

"For myself, all of this is for my own happiness, for my own joy, for my own excitement, for my own belief that I can change my destiny. I can't change my own destiny, but I can change the destiny of others, and that's something to be happy about too. What does it mean to change the destiny of others? Well, take a beggar, an ordinary little beggar, and I help him unlock the Divine Martial Mark, making him the most powerful person in the world. That's changing his destiny. As for what happened in between, what the process was, you don't need to worry about that, but that's changing someone's destiny. But destiny is like a spider web, not a straight path, but a spider web with many forks, each leading to a different destination. Maybe I helped this person become the strongest, which is their own destiny, and they just needed my help. In that case, I wouldn't be someone who changed destiny, but someone who didn't change anything. Isn't that incredibly frustrating and painful? But there's nothing I can do about it. It's the most helpless thing I can do. Nobody can do anything about it, not even the slightest bit. That's why I'm saying and doing these things."

"Changing someone's fate is almost impossible, unless that person, or rather that being, is no longer a being, but an ethereal entity. Perhaps then their fate could be changed, but do you know what fate is? I don't know, I really don't know what fate is. Fate might be predetermined, it might be destined, or it might be changeable—all of these are possible. This isn't a joke, it's a fact. You want to change your fate, you want to change everyone's fate, you want to change the fate of this world, you want to save this world—I understand all of this. You all want to save this world, and the efforts and sacrifices you've made are truly admirable. But the reality is, it's very difficult for you to do this, or rather, you simply cannot do it. Why? Because fate is already predetermined. As for why I say fate is predetermined, it's because this is what I'm saying, and it's the truth. Whether you believe it or not is your business, and it has nothing to do with me." "I'm too lazy to argue with you, because I never want to argue with anyone. Arguing requires a lot of evidence, and evidence needs to be found, which takes time. Time is the last thing I want to waste, because every bit of wasted time could change a beautiful ending, or it could cause an eternal tragedy. That's truly a painful thing. So, when faced with this kind of situation, I rarely look for evidence. I just tell people what kind of ending I want, and that's the ending. I want you to live, and you live; I want you to die, and you die. There's no room for choice, no possibility of choice whatsoever. That's me, that's the domineering me. Isn't that annoying? Yes, extremely annoying, incredibly annoying, but there's nothing I can do about it. If there were any other way, that would be a bad thing, really, a truly bad thing. I don't want this to happen, but it has happened anyway. You can imagine how much of a headache and how painful it is for me. It's really painful, extremely painful, incredibly painful."

"Isn't that right?" (End of Chapter)