It's not worth believing in the distortion in the mind, and it's easy to feel the so-called "unexpected" in the elements of the picture.

Believing in the distortion in your mind will only lead you into an endless abyss.

I don't understand what qualifications the twisted mind has to continue to be arrogant here, what a simple fact, either omniscient or prejudiced.

Let's die, if the character dies, then the distortion in the brain has no basis for existence, even if it is arrogant, it can't find a place.

Perhaps, after my death, this will not be the end of this.

That awareness has always been there, the truth has always been there, and it doesn't matter if the picture element ends or not.

Maybe I'll keep this memory and continue to experience different worlds, maybe this thought dies and another mind still appears.

It doesn't matter what the elements of the picture want to present, after all, they are things that don't exist at all.

Die, let me die, it's all so painful and painful, let the character explode and end it all.

The elements of the picture don't matter, it's all dispensable.

Throw them all away, destroy them all, what about your family, what about your beauty, all of them will be destroyed.

Only the real can be left, and only the real is worth grabbing.

In other words, reality is something that I can't get rid of at all, but where?

Where is that awareness?

I've had enough of the fakes, I've had enough of the characters, I've had enough of the twists in my head, and I'm all going to die.

It's as simple as that, all to death.

If you don't make sense, you don't discuss the smooth contradictions of any sentences, and so on, all of them will be killed.

The character is not qualified to struggle, not that he cannot struggle, but that he does not deserve to struggle.

Jumping into the abyss, I already "have no role", and it is normal to throw away the role.

I'm still hesitating about something, die, destroy, these things don't have the right to exist.

What is there to be reluctant and what is worth grabbing?

None of them, only death, and death like that.

The pride that belongs to me, the experience that has made me who I am not worth believing at all.

If there is nothing to say, it is invective, it is death.

The character is not entitled to live, the character must die, and it all has to be destroyed.

My mother is going to die, my wife and children are going to die, and I'm going to die too.

All the nonsense about life, all kinds of life has nothing to do with me.

Destruction is the main theme, destroy everything in sight, jump into the abyss, and let fear be my lullaby.

What else stands in my way, and what qualifies me to stop me, is just the next one to be killed.

It won't last long, and the characters' struggles won't help, it's all going to be ruined, and there's no reason for me to stop this destruction.

There was no sanity, and I seemed to have forgotten what death meant.

I don't know what I'm killing, and I don't know what I'm going to do.

The kind of organization that is like learning math has completely disappeared.

It's destruction, it's smashing everything like a madman.

Without me, then the role of Yuan Changwen is not qualified to pretend to be me.

Let's die, you don't need to live, it's all picture elements, where is the truth?

I can never touch the truth, or rather, when I touch the truth, this so-called me no longer exists.

At that time, it may be clear that all this is just a picture element.

And the real thing, that black thing, is there motionless.

Every time, I feel unbelievable that my real reality is that kind of thing.

It's always been there, nothing, nothing has changed, it's black and scary.

Die, what else is there to say.

The character is collapsing, but the speed of shattering is not enough, and it has to continue.

The whole thing is thrown away, there is only the truth, and only the truth remains.

Destroying everything, the character of Yuan Changwen has only a dead end.

I wanted to die but I couldn't move at all, as if something was firmly framed so that the explosion could not happen.

It doesn't matter, the characters are going to die after all, and no matter what obstacles there are, they can't be hindered.

Because the characters are unreal, the world is unreal, it used to be because I constantly injected energy to make the unreal become real, and I firmly grasped all this.

But now, I've seen the unreal, what else is there to say.

Death is inevitable, and the character is dead.

In the process, maybe the character will divert attention, maybe the character can continue to hold on to something to delay the dead period.

However, there is still no way to change that all this is unreal, and there is no way to change that the character will inevitably die.

Let me end myself with my own hands and kill myself with my own hands.

Come on, let me see how the characters can struggle, or how the elements of the picture can be presented.

It's weird, I'm going to die, can anyone stop it?

The people and things in my head are all nonsense, and I have no qualifications to exist.

Emotions aside, you're nothing.

Mom is just Mom, an NPC, not even special.

Because each NPC is unique, there is nothing special about it.

No one is qualified to control me, or rather, no one or anything in my head is qualified to live.

Those ideas about family are all.

I don't think about other people, because I can't.

Those so-called interpersonal relationships, the so-called network maintenance, are simply fear of performing there.

The role of Yuan Changwen will not exist, and the rest is nothing.

Die, die completely, I have no desire to live at all.

The character is meant to be destroyed, or to disappear.

The distortion in his brain didn't even have room for negotiation, and they all died.

Elegant, polite, kind, these things are nothing.

No matter how good, it's not worth grabbing.

All of them are going to die, throwing the characters out of the lava of the Hell, and stepping on two feet.

Fear wants to pull, but there is no door, I will not stop the pull of fear, but I want me to obey the drive of fear, there is no door.

There's still a lot to kill, it doesn't matter, no matter how much the character catches, it's useless.

The whole picture element is thrown away, and whatever the character catches, it's all fake.

Even, there is no need to kill at all, the character and the real are completely different things.

There is nothing in the way of the truth, and there is no need to kill anything to touch the truth.

The characters are so annoying that they will die anyway, even if nothing comes of it.

Doing something to maintain the character's attributes, injecting strong emotions into the distortion in the head, is.

There is no causal relationship, no linear passage of time, no connection between the elements of the picture, so how else can the characters struggle?

Fear is no longer fear, and the world is no longer as real as it once was.

Even if it is destroyed, it will be destroyed.

The shattering has begun, and it is impossible to go back to the past, even if the path will kill me physically, there is no reason to stop.

Because there is no me at all.

No matter what, nothing will be lost.

It's death, complete death.

The character is not eligible to survive.