I was planning to mooch food and lodging from a rich sect, but I took a wrong turn and stumbled into a monster shrine. Then some great deity took a liking to me and made me its divine substitute, sending me to repair the shattered spiritual consciousness of its divine ruler.
Wait, no! Big bro, let me go! I'm just an ordinary human girl. I only want to live a few more years. I don't want to get caught up in all this supernatural stuff!
Swish: a dagger gleams coldly.
No, no... We can talk this out. Could you put the knife down?
Still, this handsome young man who serves the deity sure is a looker.
Also, being a deity is pretty great: I get food and drink, I'm strong and tough, and with a tap of my toes I soar into the sky, while a twist of my slender waist sends me diving down like a fish. What a carefree, elegant life.
Fine, it's a deal! I'll graciously agree to it for now.
