"Ha ha, hahaha... How am I supposed to accept this? How am I supposed to face it? Must I confront that stupid as an ox, doglike self of mine?"
"Then what was the point of everything I did? What is the point of everything I am doing now? Why? Why must I accept that version of myself?"
"Why must I see that self of mine! Why?!" Ye Yu roared like a madman.
Everything he had done in this life had been done with his past life as a mirror.
His goal had been to ensure that he would never again become that dogshit version of himself, never again live that dogshit life.
Yet now, he was being told that if he wanted to go farther and climb higher, he needed his former self.
How could Ye Yu accept that?
It was like a prodigal son who had turned back, finally found success, and lived the life he wanted, only for someone to come along and tell him that he needed to thank his own scum-like past self—or everything he had now would be taken away.
His former self had ruined his life to this extent, yet in the end, he still had to thank him? Otherwise, everything he had now would turn into bubbles. How could anyone accept that?
Watching Ye Yu, who was on the verge of madness, the Fat Monk was stunned for a moment. Since meeting Ye Yu, this was the first time he had seen him in such a bedraggled state.
The Ye Yu of before had always been brimming with confidence, as though he cared little for anything.
Yet the moment his former self was mentioned, it was as if some switch had been flipped. Ye Yu ceased to be Ye Yu.
But the Fat