Die, let me die, let the character collapse.

The inner cry is sounding, as if it wants to break through the frame of the character and destroy the whole character.

It's not about letting you go, it's about you getting out.

Those anchors are not qualified to catch me, emotions are not qualified to be arrogant there, it is not something to talk about, it is to ruin it all.

Fear makes me hold on to the falsehood, so I burn the falsehood, beat the falsehood, not let go but leave the character with nothing to hold onto.

The flames of anger will burn everything, and no matter what the other person is, they will not survive.

There are characters everywhere, every sentence is enriching the character, and every performance is affirming the character.

"Oh, I'm a person, I've always been like that", "I used to think it was like that, but now I don't think it's like that", "The last time I went there, it was a completely different feeling"......

What ordinary words it seems, how natural, but unfortunately all of them are characters.

I don't have to think about how to speak, I have to destroy it, it's just so unreasonable.

The words beautiful, useful, and sweet have no way to stop me, and they are all obstacles to killing.

There's no reason for me to keep the characters, and the twists in my head just make me sick.

The words and deeds of the plump characters are the biggest deception.

I didn't see deception before, I used to like this deception very much and often deceived my disciples, but that was once.

Death and destruction are my main themes.

Moreover, it's not the main theme I chose, and it's not that I'm sticking to the kill.

It's like a lump of dog shit on your hands, and no one will "insist" on getting rid of it, but it is just unbearable for Nata shit to be on your hands.

Explode, let the characters be shattered, let the lives be destroyed, there is nothing to leave behind.

Whatever needs to happen happens, nothing can't happen.

My mother is crying, my family is sad, and I can't blame myself too much, but it can't make me stop killing.

My wife and children are something, and those reluctances are largely just that my gains are not proportional to my input.

There is also the fear that I can't find a better one, or, if I can't find the right one.

The responsibility for my wife and children is still just a human distortion, and I am afraid that my wife and children will not be responsible to me, or that the next wife and children will abandon me as I abandon my wife and children at this moment.

It's all fear.

Fear isn't a bad thing, it's just why pretend to be something else.

None of these things are real, so what's there to be afraid of.

Destroying the character itself is not a big deal, it is just a character, just like someone who likes to strengthen the character when playing a game, and some like to destroy the character.

Because no matter what the characters are, they can't affect the reality, it's just that the characters are just picture elements.

It's a pity that I just can't stand the arrogance of the characters there, and I just can't stand the distortion in my brain and be presumptuous.

To a large extent, my stagnation is due to the fact that no one seems to be doing so, as if I'm doing something rebellious.

"Everyone is like this" is simply a tried and tested persuasive sentence, as if more people means correct.

The point is, there is no one else at all, right, the reason why "everyone is like this" has such great power is because I treat other people as real people.

If I know that all people are NPCs, what does the words and behavior patterns of these people have to do with me?

That's right, I don't know if someone is an NPC, but I also don't know if someone else is a real person, so why just determine if someone else is a real person?

Isn't that brainwashing?

My family is still arrogant in my head, and that vague sense of control is still affecting me, as if how can I treat my family like this.

Bullshit, it's all shit.

It's ridiculous, clamoring to rebel against fate every day, but this idea itself is shaped by the times.

Unreal is unreal, and it has nothing to do with what you should do or who you become.

There is no me, all of them are characters, what can not ruin the characters.

They all seem to be roles, so what about challenging yourself and traveling around the world?

Maybe when I'm done, I'll show some so-called courage or something, but I'm not done yet.

Destroying the character is my only goal.

Ignoring what is real and not thinking about what there is no role is simply ruining the character.

As for what will happen after that, I don't know.

Perhaps, the killing can lead to the truth, but it is just the teacher's deception.

Perhaps, after the killing was completed, he just became a crazy person with no humanity, and still did not touch the truth.

What can't happen about these things?

The abyss is calling me, and a faint fear is pulling at me, trying to save me from the urge to jump into the abyss.

Let's die, just die, the character itself is not real.

Without me, the character of Yuan Changwen doesn't know what's going on at all.

It's great to talk to friends, and it's great to have courage to eat with family, but it's just not real.

All of this is unreal, and when you take these untruths as real, when you never think about the question of reality, everything seems taken for granted and true.

Now, the realism is peeling away and everything is crumbling.

If it's not true, it should be thrown away, there is nothing to discuss, and there is nothing to discuss.

It's all, and it's all about taking something that can't be determined as real.

The distortion in the mind is only to make it easier to understand the world, but this convenience has already obscured the "I can't understand the world" itself, and the distortion is taken as reality, and then the life is as if nothing happened.

That's actually great, right, who likes to think about what's real?

And then it's fun to see that the world is not real?

Kill yourself, and nothing will be left, like wildfire burning a mountain.

What is there to catch about my wife and children, including myself, I am not real, what else is there to say.

It's all picture elements, and it's just an inexplicable direct presentation.

Other people's words and actions are all just picture elements, and I don't know if other people have ideas or not.

And my judgment of others, the distortion of "if I do this, others will think that way", is still just "I think".

Even if the content of "what I think" is affirmed by others, or if it succeeds every time it is tried, it cannot prove that what "I think" is the truth.

Right, repeated experiments do not prove that a theory is true.

Even the phenomenon of "apples will fall" itself may not last forever, so what is the summary law?

I'm going around in circles, and the scientific theories can't fool me anymore, but I'm still telling the story of killing the scientific theories.

None of them are real, my wife and children are not real, and I am not real.

The role of Yuan Changwen is just a presentation, nothing is counted, everything is just a presentation of picture elements. (https:)

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