A Daoist's Quick Transmigration Through Ten Thousand Worlds

I was a Taoist priest sent down to the mortal world to save all living beings. Little did I know that just after coming down from the mountain, I’d be hit by a truck driven by some fool who didn’t know what was good for him. Afraid I’d sue, he ran me over again and again! As I lay dying, I was selected by a System. I accepted it so I could come back and beat that driver to a pulp. But why are there such ridiculous missions? (The first story isn’t very well written. It’s my first time writing, but I’ll get better from here on.)