I was so fond of writhing around in the shadows that the System made me a snake spirit.
A snake spirit in Journey to the West.
I stared at Tang Sanzang being lowered into a cooking pot.
Words failed me.
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 trials, and you’re joining us now?”
Me: “Fate works in mysterious ways.”