Begging for Geng

In the past, a horde of monsters always needed me to move mountains and fill seas for them. Later, they grew tired of me, and I had no choice but to race across splendid landscapes, becoming an invincible being with grievances I could never voice. Honestly! I swear it was all against my will. I only wanted to live quietly, like a carefree hermit, keeping my head down and running for my life. Yet the view from above the sky, and the glimpse from beneath the well, left me no choice but to roam the world and raise fish among ordinary folk. Seriously, stop forcing me. If I get any stronger, I really will end up alone. Huh? I somehow lost sight of my limits. Now I have to mend the world’s fractured balance of power and causality too. This is way too hard.