Chapter 93: A True Genius Professor, What it Means to be an Educator (5)

My life had been a series of failures.

A horrific string of bad luck. Abandoned by my parents, scorned for being an orphan, betrayed by those I placed even a sliver of trust in, every goal and dream thwarted.

No matter how hard I tried, there was never a reward.

You will never achieve anything.

That reality was constantly shoved in my face.

Even while being dumped on and mistreated by my boss, even when my parents returned after I was all grown up only to steal my meager inheritance, I kept trying to pick myself up and improve.

But clutched alongside the acceptance letter from the exam I’d prepared for by sacrificing even sleep… was a pancreatic cancer diagnosis from the hospital.

I was probably so numb when I received my terminal diagnosis because I was just so damn used to it.

I think I understand why my past self manipulated my memories and perceptions. If I hadn't, my personality would have completely warped the instant I regained my past life memories.

The first iteration of me in those recovered memories...