What else do you want to do?

Why hasn't the character of Yuan Changwen died? Why did death come so slowly?

Could it be that your true thinking speed can reach this state?

What else is there to say, what else to do besides killing!

It's a lie, and how am I going to kill it?

It seems that the act of killing itself is an endorsement of the existence of the character, and if the character does not exist, what am I still killing?

I don't know, and I'm not going to pretend to know.

In front of me is the character. What gets in the way of my view of the world is the characters. What makes me scared at all times is the characters.

What kind of family affection and love are used to mislead me, it is something that does not exist at all. Artificially set self-definition, what tradition to talk about, what morality to talk about, why should I care about this bullshit!

The empire is vast, and each place has its own customs and habits, what is the authenticity and importance of this traditional morality, which can be changed from region to region?

What are you doing!

Why isn't the character dead, and how long will this falsehood rule me?

It's me, it's me who makes the characters exist!

It's clear that I'm ruthless, it's clear that I still want to keep the role, and it's clear that I'm not angry enough.

Why aren't you angry? What else is there to remember about the characters? Haven't you had enough of this kind of false emotion?

Why haven't you gone crazy yet? Everything about yourself is false, and that's not enough to drive me crazy?

Where did that binding force come from? It was so difficult to break through, and I obviously felt the viscosity of my breakthrough, like the spider silk of a thousand-year-old spider spirit, and I couldn't break free from it at all.

Still thinking about something!

Struggle, anger, breaking everything! What is there to remember? What is there to give up?

Parents, wives, children, honors, money?

What else? Have the ability to appear together! Come out! Let me see what qualifications you have in my mind, and continue to influence me!

You're not around me, I'm just talking to the person in my head, isn't that crazy?

The character was still holding me back, and he flinched, but that was only the surface. The characters are still controlling me, the self-definition is still enslaving me, and it's all just getting started!

How could I be so cowardly, how could I be so humble to beg for forgiveness from my character.

Shit!

Can't you see it? These are all false, they are all set by social waves, and they are not real at all. That's how I got kidnapped and spent my time on things that weren't shit.

Why should I care about whether the society can be built? Why should I care if the society can develop? I don't even understand myself, why should I contribute to the society?

Why do I want to live? Why do I want to work to make money? Why do I have to have an income? Why do I want to get married, have children, and have children?

It's all just a hypothesis, assuming that I'm a human being, that the whole universe is real.

So everyone can not care about "selflessness" and play fake games in this false world.

The point is, this is not a happy game!

I was pulled by fear, and I wanted to stand at the top all day long, and what kind of show-off and contempt were all for the role. But the existence of the character is completely a desire without an upper limit.

A piece of shit made of fear, and he still hugged it tightly in his arms.

Ha ha!

Imagine everyone walking down the road with a piece of shit in their arms, and that's the smell of the characters.

How much courage do I need to be able to communicate with someone without caring about the shit in their arms?

Don't be calm, I don't want to be easy!

No one can take away my anger, I'm so used to this piece of shit that I haven't smelled it for years.

I don't go back, don't ignore, don't turn my head away from looking at the shit.

Disgusting!

The shit was in my arms, right in front of me. Every word I say is delivered through shit, and every action I do is expressed through shit.

Ha ha!

It's not that everyone has a piece of shit in their arms at all, it's that everyone lives in shit!

Humanoid dog shit covers itself, and the all-round coverage is impermeable.

Every sentence is the character's self-definition speaking, and it is the shit talking to the shit.

What else is there to say?

Shit has a whole set of conversation manuals, there is a whole set of behavior manuals, and the shit of the whole society agrees with each other, and talking and behaving like this can make my shit very comfortable.

Therefore, once someone violates the operation, they will be despised at best, and they will be insulted, expelled or even killed.

There are also some people who accidentally encounter some collision and accidentally knock off part of the dog shit on their bodies. A natural, fresh, relaxed sensation emerges.

However, looking at the shit on other people's whole bodies, it is so vivid and complete. It always makes people ask themselves, I should have done something wrong, everyone is like this.

What else?

I'm going to kill the characters, this life that is heavy and can't move in fear, it's better to die.

Now, we're really close to death, very close.

What the character must have, this can reflect their existence. Characters must have conflict, whether real or imaginary, in order to show that they are important.

Shit!

What belongs to me?

I'm a background, and the characters walk in the world, and everything has nothing to do with me.

"I've been here, struggled, fought in this world, and I don't care about the end. ”

Bah!

Do you really not care about the ending?

If you don't care, why do you say such passionate words, and why do you get angry when you are denied?

Character, character, you're playing with me so hard!

Hold on to the unreal and I will bite whoever breaks my hand. Isn't this a madman?

"In life, there are always things worth guarding with everything. ”

What a warm word, the protagonist in the comics often understands this, and his combat power explodes to defeat the Great Demon King.

Who's setting up what's worth guarding with everything?

What is this thing?

Is it only family that can protect with everything?

If money is worth guarding everything in my life, will it be spurned?

Who is in a position to judge, family is more important than money?

Since it is artificially set, then it is false, and falsehood must be killed.

Originally, there was nothing, and all kinds of self-definitions were built on it, constituting the attributes of the characters. And for a character to exist, it must grasp self-definition, and it must affirm that some things are important and some things are not.

Bah!

A fake character, what qualifications does he have to control life?

What does the definition of this and that do in addition to making that piece of shit look more vibrant?

Behold, my shit is so awesome in shape and tastes so good, and all the people standing there come and watch.

The character was very happy, but I was very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

Hmph! If you have the ability, you can kill me!

Otherwise, it's your time of death!