The Heavenly Court said my spells were too samey and fired me? Fine.
On my first day in the mortal world, I started a livestream.
Turn into a celebrity's face and tell jokes, turn into a delivery box that runs errands by itself, turn into Wi-Fi and mooch off the whole street's bandwidth. Ten yuan per transformation, same price for everyone.
The top donor tipped me a million and asked me to turn into a real dragon. I casually summoned the Dragon King of the Eastern Sea's illegitimate son, who got stuck in a security window and cried like a baby. The livestream was shut down on the spot, and the hot search exploded.
The Heavenly Court sent soldiers to arrest me. I turned into a toilet brush and smeared their immortal artifacts, turned into a dance-music speaker and jammed their communications, then turned into beer and handed a tissue to a sobbing officer.
Later, I discovered that every transformation was burning away my “humanity.” If I transformed too many times, I'd completely forget who I was.
But so what?
A fairy had only wanted to become a different kind of flower, yet the System “formatted” her out of existence.
I decided on one last transformation: I'd become an error report in the Heavenly Court's own AI.
Screens throughout the Three Realms started scrolling through fifty thousand years of scandals all at once.
Thirty billion people were watching in the comments.
Folks, this time I've really gone too far.
