What Can I Do? I’m a Demon

By a stream, when they first met, she asked with a look full of longing, “Monk, will you ever return to secular life?” “...This poor monk has already entered the Buddhist faith. I will remain a man of the cloth for the rest of my life, and we will have no other ties,” he replied after a brief pause, his words utterly cold. Humans and demons belong to different worlds. Humans and monsters are even more irreconcilable. “I’m sorry I was born a demon… But fate was decided before I was born. I had no say in it…” That day, many people witnessed a sky full of red spider lilies falling from the heavens, like a rainstorm of crimson petals. That shower of petals also brought an end to the bloodshed that had become commonplace in the warring age. Little Immortal A: “Hey, have you heard about the love story of that god up in the Ninth Heaven?” Little Immortal B: “Someone so refined and aloof had a love story too?” Little Immortal A: “Of course! You have to endure tribulations to become a god, and the final one is always a trial of love!” Little Immortal B: “Quick, tell me about it…” Little Immortal A: “It’s a long story, so let me start from the beginning… The god, born in accordance with Heaven’s will, was the hero of this peaceful age, but also the woman’s harbinger of death…”