Duan Lichu had been a born jinx since childhood. He brought misfortune to his father, mother, sisters, and brothers. When he was young, a fortune-teller said he was destined to die young and wouldn't live past twenty.
At first, Duan Lichu's parents didn't believe it. But after his two older brothers and younger sister died in accidents one after another, they finally believed the fortune-teller. When Duan Lichu was five, they abandoned him on a mountain to fend for himself.
That was when Duan Lichu's misfortune truly began. He was abducted by a demonic cultivator who practiced ghost arts and thrown into a blood pool to have half his body refined. At death's door, he instead refined the pool of baleful blood into a half-human, half-ghost creature, then killed the demonic cultivator.
After that, the Sect Master of Tianxuan Sect took him in as a disciple.
He had a master who cherished him, a senior brother who cared for him, and a martial uncle who loved teasing him but knew when to stop. He had so many people who loved him.
Duan Lichu thought that was the greatest fortune he could ever hope for, but the words he heard most often were: "What a shame. He won't live past twenty."
Later, his senior brother died while searching for a treasure that could extend his life. His master died after taking the heavenly tribulation for him.
Then everyone stopped liking him. They all said it was his fault, that he had brought about his master's and senior brother's deaths.
Duan Lichu thought he had to stay alive. He couldn't let all his senior brother's efforts go to waste. So he did whatever it took to prolong his life, even falling into demonic cultivation and practicing ghost arts.
At last, he ascended.
But the Heavenly Dao said, "You were destined to die young, yet you defied the heavens and committed countless murders."
Duan Lichu went mad. He blew up his primordial spirit, destroying the path to heaven, and then heard the voices of many people.
It was his senior brother. Regretfully, he said, "He's gone mad. No wonder he's the villain. Even after going crazy, he still had to destroy the Heavenly Ladder. And I was kind enough to play the pure, unattainable love interest for him."
His master said, "He's just a villain. He's evil by nature."
Then he heard the voices of many people from his sect, both living and dead.
Hahahaha. So that's what I was to you all: nothing but a plaything.
A burst of frenzied laughter erupted along the path to heaven. The world froze, and time reversed.
The repressed evil ghost raised his blood-red eyes. That's right, I was born evil. Why should I keep holding myself back for anyone?
This time, shall we play another game called "Plaything"?
★ The scum bottom gets their comeuppance. Expect plenty of angst, but no burial. The protagonist bottom is someone else.
★ The main story takes place after the protagonist is reborn.
Theme: Don't deceive others