[Round, cuddly, adored by a powerful group x a seemingly pure but secretly dark, aloof beauty] (Third-person narration)
I'm a wronged demon born from a painting.
First of all, I was drawn by a little brat to look like his mother. I don't know whether I actually resemble her, but by a generous rounding of the numbers, I'm his mother.
Unfortunately, the son I got for free was a cultivation-world prodigy, while his mother was a taboo to everyone. So those old geezers from the immortal sect cut out my kidneys.
After dying through no fault of my own, I lived up to everyone's expectations and became a Ghost King feared throughout the Three Realms.
Still unlucky, I fell in love with a man. He was bait sent by the immortal sect.
So I, who was theoretically beyond the reach of death, died again...
#What did I do to deserve this? Who did I offend? Is there no law and order anymore???#
Maybe even Heaven couldn't stand it anymore, because I came back to life.
This time, neither demon nor ghost, I was reborn as the sect leader's precious darling:
The cultivation world's Class One Protected Useless Person _(:з"∠)_
The so-called righteous sects curse my past self while using the spells I left behind and scrambling to auction off the magical artifacts I owned in my previous life.
My eldest senior brother says I slaughtered countless people, then pats my head and says, "Don't be scared, little junior sister. I'll protect you."
My second senior sister lists all the crimes I've supposedly committed, then regretfully covers my ears and says, "Our little junior sister shouldn't have to hear this."
My third senior brother throws his head back and laughs, reassuring me that the grass on my grave is already three feet tall, so there's nothing to fear.
I'm so moved that I burst into tears. To thank them, I secretly arrange for some ghosts to prepare a grand gift. Their little faces turn deathly pale.
In this life, I'm going to win all their affection, then stab them right in the heart.
Theme: To be added.
