"I heard that I have been burdened with a curse since I was a child, which will bring misfortune to the world. The curse will not dissipate until I die." I said this, and he just listened indifferently, seeing that I didn't say anything more, and smiled indifferently, which was the kindness I had never seen before.
"I never believe in these gods and ghosts. Otherwise, after years of killing enemies on the battlefield, I would have been blocked by so many evil spirits that I wouldn't be able to get out." He poured me a drink. "How much are you afraid of your good intentions?"
I'm afraid... I'm afraid that the person in front of me will die because of me.
The text is not in first person.
Update as the occasion arises.
Philosophy: The author is not a good person