Yuan Qi is the first wisp of malice between Heaven and Earth, the embodiment of every negative emotion.
The Heavenly Dao casts her into three thousand worlds and makes her play the "original heroine," the very model of "goodness, kindness, and beauty."
I scoff. "You want me to be a good person?"
"No," the Heavenly Dao says, its voice suddenly taking on a subtle hint of amusement. "I want you to become the 'original heroine' in those stories. The heroines who should have been kind, pure, and beautiful, but always have everything stolen from them by villainesses reborn from the future or transported from another world. All you have to do is maintain the original heroine's persona and accept the fate laid out for you."
"Oh?" I'm intrigued. "So you want me to get beaten up?"
"This is the only way to purify your malice."
I laugh.
It's the happiest I've been since I was born.
"All right. I accept."
The Heavenly Dao seems surprised, but quickly places a restriction on me and tears me away from this empty expanse.
Just before I'm cast into the cycle of reincarnation, I hear myself say softly:
"But, old man Heavenly Dao, didn't you forget..."
"I'm malice itself."
"If you make me pretend to be good, aren't you afraid I'll punch a hole in the sky?"
The golden light trembles sharply, but it's already too late.
I've already fallen into the first world.
