I Went Down the Mountain to Get Things Done, Only to Be Caught by Cultivators

A lighthearted power fantasy: Master, actually, I'm the protagonist

“?????”

I open my eyes and it's daytime, close them and it's night. If I'm not the protagonist, who is? Obviously, it's because I have a golden finger.

“You should get some proper rest.”

Disasters and chaos are raging down the mountain, dynasties are changing, and now's the perfect time for me to make my mark. I'm going to save the world.

Then someone caught me and turned me into medicinal herbs.

“Wait, nobody told me there was cultivation in this world!”