It's not enough, what's holding me back!

Wolves and dogs, birds and beasts are inferior, what other words can describe people like me?

Yuan Changwen curled the corners of his mouth slightly, as if this kind of scolding was exactly what he needed, as if these accusations were to make him see clearly how terrible the power of emotions and fear was.

Don't take it lightly.

It's a lonely path, and you don't even know if there's an end ahead, let alone a companion.

What kind of people would follow the same path?

I don't know, I don't want to have anything to do with the world anymore. It's good here, a person, you don't need to pretend to be a role, you don't need to be able to talk and be a person in order to deal with the virtual characters in your head.

It's really funny, learn to be a man? Isn't Lao Tzu a human being? Do you still need to learn?

These things are all kinds of nonsense made up by the characters. Of course, society needs imperial needs, and most importantly, role needs. This kind of behavior of feeding each other's, the characters like it the most, will naturally be sought after by the whole society.

What else is there for a person like me to deserve the attention of society, and what else do I want to obtain in the whole empire?

A character who is about to die, no matter what, can't escape the fate of death. For the characters, it's fear, and for me, it's just the Grim Reaper cutie who goes home and hugs me.

Which of those people, those things, isn't reinforcing the role?

When we talk to each other, we're either reinforcing my character or reinforcing yours. And the so-called high emotional intelligence is to strengthen the role of everyone at the same time. This kind of role is naturally welcomed.

Why should I get involved in these people and things?

No, I don't hate augmentations.

Although I know that the character is fake, and although I know that this chat is just reinforcing the character, I don't resist it at all. In other words, on the one hand, I'm killing characters, and on the other hand, I'm strengthening plump characters, so there's something wrong with my brain, right?

I'm still fantasizing about myself being in the limelight among my friends. Even if it's not a friend, the envious eyes of strangers are good. On the one hand, I'm alone, slashing at all the hell. On the other hand, I still want to show off, and once I meet someone I can talk to, I will talk about it.

It's as if all the characters that have been killed during this time are plumped up.

Damn it!

In this case, how can the slaughter end?

Really, I'm really dishonest, I can't even see such a simple truth? The distortion of the characters has been exaggerated to the point that it is difficult to describe, such a simple fact, which would be known to elementary school students, I have only now found out.

Or rather, I'm just admitting it now.

Look at those words, all talking about the pride of the character, the pride of the past, the honor of the past, the difference that is being made, and what kind of humorous humor, what gentlemanly demeanor, what kind of bullshit like to be unhurried.

See?!

That's how the character plays, telling himself that I'm real, I'm good, I'm great.

What else can we talk about?

I had been imagining that after the killing, there would be absolutely no way to talk. But I seem to put myself out of the world and talk about it all with a sense of detachment. In reality, I'm still chatting with my friends and feeding each other to each other.

Although this chat has been reduced to once a month, it is still not killed. Every time I chat, there seems to be endless words, and every time I discuss, it seems that I have to convince the other party.

Why do I even fantasize about this kind of cool scene? Am I not hated enough about the characters? Am I not disgusted enough with the twist?

Perhaps, the previous ease made me mistakenly think that it was about to end. After all, the role of Yuan Changwen has nothing to do with me, so why care about everything about the role. But now it seems that this is simply a delaying tactic, and the character is avoiding being killed himself.

That kind of anger at the character, that hatred of falsehood, is completely an unreasonable and indiscriminate bombardment. Because those who can be attacked and can be bombarded are all characters, so there is no need to aim or analyze at all.

Kill them all!

Under the slashing of that emotion, the character has no power to resist.

I'm not crazy, and I don't have that kind of anger, so I'm still deceived by the characters. Fantasy scenes are fleshed out with characters, chatting with friends to plump up characters, and then talking about killing characters and saying things like hating falsehoods.

If it works, then all people are immortal and full of charm.

I don't want my family to worry about me, what nice words like that. It not only shows the character's filial piety, but also shows the character's kindness in lying, and also shows the positive attitude of believing that the future will be better despite the character's current disappointment.

In fact, it is just that after the fear of the family knowing the situation, I have to be tired of dealing with the words of my family, because I am not sure whether the future will be better.

There is also a fear that when the family learns about their situation, they will become restless and will not be helped, and they will be blamed.

Further, he is afraid that he will be blamed by everyone, maybe it is his family, maybe it is a relative, maybe someone else. The fear of being accused of saying it was the wrong choice, the fear of being denied yourself, the fear that others do have a point.

Fear that after this happens, it will cause damage to one's life that will never return.

Fear that a certain attribute of the character will be killed, such as "I am a dutiful son", "I never cause trouble to my family", and a series of self-definitions.

Fear of "I'm not me", which is called "If I do this, am I still me" and the like, the character must exist and must be unharmed.

Fear that life's variables are beyond your control, and in fact, the character has no control over anything at all.

Fear that "the character doesn't exist", so you have to grasp something, you must not explore whether what you are grasping is real, so as to generate emotional impulses to prove that the character is real.

Imagine a state where you don't have yourself, you don't care about something, no one cares about you, you don't think, you don't have anything to prove you exist. Just imagining it scares me a little.

After so many chapters of killing, I am still afraid of "selflessness". Of course, there will be fear, because the character still exists, but it is covered by greater anger, so there will be the act of slashing.

Yuan Changwen found that everything he did was so futile. I used to be worried about death, but now I am not afraid of death, but I am still afraid that "the role does not exist".

It seems that the only progress is that some of the characters fall in love with the Grim Reaper. And the other part, it seems that there is no difference at all.

Will I succeed? Will I have a chance to finish the kill?

Is there really an end to all this?