I'm afraid of doing nothing, I'm afraid of not doing anything, I'm afraid of not accomplishing anything.

It's not just work, career, life, it's the killing itself. Intellectually speaking, it doesn't matter whether the killing is completed or not, because the role of Yuan Changwen is not me at all, so it doesn't matter what the role is.

However, fear directly controlled me with emotions, and the feeling of suffocation like drowning hit me instantly. How else can you shred this character? You're still afraid of me? You think I'm going to give in?

That's right, I'm giving in, I'm scared, I'm worried. So what? None of this is real, your fears are no longer as powerful as they once were, they are just inertia.

I'm afraid that I'll never be able to kill it in my life, it's just ...... How many more times do I have to say it to understand that the role has nothing to do with me!

There is no need to worry about anything at all, all the worries are very reasonable, but they are still just a twist in the mind. However, it doesn't matter if it's even worrying about itself, after all, it's just the character's words and deeds, what's the problem?

Just like right and wrong, there is no mistake at all, it is just a picture element that is perceived at the moment, just a presentation. It's me who uses the distortion in my head to judge right and wrong, and even, this judgment itself is only the presentation of the elements of the picture, what is wrong?

It doesn't matter what you fear, anyway, you just have to fear me, constantly fear me. Unfortunately, the part that tried to hide in fear and tremble had been severely injured by me, and I could no longer stand up.

If all you have is this level of fear, sooner or later you will be hacked to death by me. Or rather, you can't stop me from killing, you can't distract me, you can't make up for my fears.

You can fool me, you can continue to deceive me, but I can also kill you. The flames of rage, even I myself will be burned to death, what are you?

That inexplicable power, although I don't know what to call you, but you are also just a fake. Or rather, the sum of all the tricks that put me to sleep, it's you.

Accept my wrath, you're just an illusory being. I don't believe you can withstand real focus, I've seen through you, and the reason why you can still be manipulated is because of the power of emotions.

It's like standing on a ten-meter platform, everyone knows that the possibility of dying by jumping is very small, but they will eventually lose to the power of fear.

You deceive me and fear me once, and it will increase my anger. Do you think I'm going to fall to my knees under your tricks? maybe, but for how long?

Am I a human being? Why should I be a human being? What is there to believe in this kind of affirmative sentence that is only derived within the scope of one's own cognition?

Isn't it a bit inappropriate for me to make assumptions about whether they are real people or not, or maybe I should add a premise like "within my knowledge, and I don't know if others are pretending to be worried."

All of them are just "I think", what is there to believe?

Isn't it too bad for you to fool me with these things? Maybe a lot of the reason why I was able to succeed in the past was because these words could increase the attributes of the character, so I didn't think about using them directly.

It's like picking up equipment on the ground, and it directly plumps up the character. On the premise of improving the character's stats, I don't care where these things come from or what the hell they are.

I don't underestimate you, or rather, I can't overestimate you. But you will never be able to defeat me, because you do not exist. That awareness is everything, and there is no room for anything else.

You, like the character of Yuan Changwen, are all false existences.

What else do I have to fear? There's nothing to lose at all, there's no real me here, there's no real life, there's no real world.

What about the explosion of the planet, what about the slaughter of people, the fact that I have nothing, nothing that I have and what a waste of my life is, these are just distorted conclusions in my mind.

In the depths of this fear, there is still the fear of "no role".

How is this kind of discourse firmly fixed in my mind that life must be accomplished? Why should I pretend to be enthusiastic and inspirational, and pretend to be full of fighting spirit to live up to the time?

I can choose to make a difference, I can choose not to let myself achieve nothing. However, these should be my choices, not being dragged directly by the content of the choice. If I don't choose to make a difference, then you're just scared of me, what kind of shit is this?

No one or anything can be arrogant in my head, you just keep putting things in my head, but from this moment on, I refuse. Not only refuse, but also to kill the twist you put into my mind before.

No matter how plausible those distortions may be, unreal is unreal. Although it is difficult for me to refute the discourse about "life is accomplished or inactive at all" on this world level, the word untrue is enough to overturn all discussions.

I'm still talking to you about a piece of!

Have you discussed it with me? What is something that you didn't throw directly into my head? Which time was not directly afraid of me? If you don't discuss it with me, why should I be kind enough to discuss it with you?

Who has discussed with me whether you have to be filial, who has discussed with me whether you should have these necessities in life? Since you don't take me seriously, then you don't have any need to exist.

Even if you mobilize the power of the whole society, even if I can't integrate into society in my life, even if I can't achieve the slightest so-called social success, you are still just a false existence.

I am also a false being.

These things are still just fear, and you can't do the same thing to me all the time. Maybe it used to be, but now it has little effect. Maybe people will laugh at me, and even my mother won't understand me, but so what?

Unreal is unreal, even if someone asks, "What's the use of this, can I make money, can I support my family?"

Why should I care if I make money or support my family? Aside from the obvious, there is only one answer: fear. And I don't want to admit that it's fear, so I make up all kinds of reasons to convince myself.

"After all, people have to survive in society......" does not need to be listened to at all, and the beginning of this sentence is an unfounded affirmation. It's just a compromise, just a reassurance.

Where is there society? Where are people?

Without the existence of time, what is the talk of survival?

Your own imagination, coupled with fear, is a perfect combination of all sorts of twists.