The Will of Heaven wanted him to be a hero, and had already written the script: enter the beginner’s village, accept quests, fight bandits, rescue the princess, and finally face the Demon King.
Su Xian glanced at the script and tore it up on the spot.
“Why would bandits steal an iron pot? You’ve rescued the princess forty-two times already. Isn’t she sick of it? The Demon King is clearly a socially anxious shut-in, so why are you making him come out every weekend to shout slogans?”
The Will of Heaven flew into a rage. “You won’t follow the script? Then suffer my curse of misfortune! You’ll choke on water, trip while walking, and stub your toes on table legs every single day!”
