I am the Fatescribe in Heaven. Because the destinies I wrote were excessively tumultuous, I offended powerful figures.
Consequently, those wicked people in Heaven assigned me a difficult task: to help a nameless minor immortal who was demoted to the mortal realm and must cultivate once more to return to the Heavenly Court.
Why do I know this is a difficult task? Because this immortal's destiny was written by me, and it's not just difficult, it's utterly tragic.
And I am here to help him overcome his hardships and inspire him to work diligently.
Of course, there's another option: for him to give up on himself and commit suicide, and my mission could also end.
It's clear, looking at the destiny I wrote, that the second option is much easier.
Alas, it's all because I infused personal feelings into the two destinies I wrote, and now the consequences fall entirely on me.
One caused me to be put through difficulties, the other caused me to descend to the mortal realm and live rough.
When I successfully help him overcome his tribulation, I guess my lifespan will be over.