I loved slithering around like a twisted little creep so much that the System turned me into a snake spirit.
In Journey to the West.
Watching Tang Sanzang being lowered into a cooking pot, I fell silent.
To stay alive, I had no choice but to become his disciple.
Sun Wukong: “Huh?
We’ve already survived fifty-four of the eighty-one ordeals, and now you want to join?”
Me: “Fate works in mysterious ways.”