Nights, which seem to be long, are also especially good for thinking.

Yuan Changwen remembered that he had been emphasizing the importance of meditation when he embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation. It is as if thinking is a mistake, and to perceive it is necessary to embark on a "heart" path.

But now, the use of thinking kills so much self-definition. Of course, there are many more self-definitions that need to be killed. It's best to burn them all in one fire and save you the trouble.

Yuan Changwen suddenly wanted to commit suicide a little, and committed suicide physically.

The mood of a depressed person is something that normal people will not understand. Melancholy to the point of wanting to commit suicide, this is a disease, at least in a normal human society.

In fact, in the Empire, as long as death is spoken, it is a bad word. Everyone avoids talking about death, let alone someone who dies voluntarily. Society and families are trying to prevent people from dying voluntarily, as if they can overcome everything as long as they live.

But on the other hand, as long as you can sacrifice for the empire, then this kind of active death is allowed, and it will even be promoted as a hero.

Yuan Changwen wanted to commit suicide, as the first person in the empire, he actually wanted to commit suicide?!

Your own life is not your own, everything is a lie, and the world is not real......

If someone really walks here, they will want to kill themselves, or at least they will have suicidal thoughts.

Of course, many people don't understand, just like I used to think, if you have the courage to commit suicide, don't you have the courage to live, but when you really come to this point, the thoughts of suicide come up more than once.

All thoughts are lost, even if they are temporarily distracted by various information, but once they sit quietly, suicidal thoughts will linger around them.

First of all, there is an uncomfortable package, and then you will look at your actions and thoughts like an outsider. In the end, you will feel that there is nothing in the whole world to remember.

Those things that are so-called entertainment can no longer provide entertainment for themselves. Those so-called inspirational enthusiasm are a complete joke in their own eyes.

Yuan Changwen laughed self-deprecatingly, if the whole society was like this, the empire would probably collapse long ago.

But why should I think about the whole society, why should I think about the consequences of everyone being like me, is it because everyone has become like me and caused the empire to collapse, does that mean I'm wrong?

Who is qualified to evaluate?!

All are jokes, all of them!

What is the purpose of your existence, and where do you exist?

It's all in my head!

There are so many people on this planet, what does it have to do with me? What does it have to do with so many people in the empire?

What do you have to do for them?!

A fake character jumps on the stage, but lets the real hide aside. I don't know why this is happening, and I don't know why I can't recycle this attachment.

I clearly see the falsehood, but I can't get rid of it.

Yuan Changwen asked himself, is he unable to get rid of it or is he unwilling to get rid of it?

Family, society, responsibility, are these really so important? The point is, these are all false, why can't you let go?

I am not pursuing anything, I already have the only truth, which is already complete. The current situation is that there are layers of false self-definition, tightly wrapping themselves and obscuring the only true expression.

Sweeping away the occlusions, killing the self-definitions, that's what I'm doing now.

After so many years of self-definition, how can it be possible to kill all of them in a short period of time?

Yuan Changwen didn't want to stop, and he didn't want to stop.

I was still thinking about whether it would end like this, whether I would just sit somewhere on the mountainside and stop climbing to the top of the mountain.

But after only a short while, the discomfort struck again. The discomfort that normal people can't avoid, but at this moment it is the emotion that Yuan Changwen wants the most. It wasn't fear, Yuan Changwen knew that emotion wasn't fear.

Whenever fear arises, I am always firmly bound, and I can't break free from it left and right. And the current mood is uncomfortable and sad.

With this discomfort, Yuan Changwen can continue to kill and continue to climb. Therefore, this discomfort is the best gift, the gift of surging power.

There is no meaning to exist, and there is no urge to do something. My heart is full of discomfort, perhaps hatred for false self-definition.

Who knows? Or maybe it's just sleepy.

I still have so long to live, but I don't know what to do, and the authenticity of this world has been weakening since the killing began.

What this character wants to do, I'm not interested in at all. If you really become a loser like this, if you really spend time like this, if you really get abandoned by the times like this, then so be it.

I don't care.

Abandoned by the times? Society is changing, and if it remains unchanged, it will be eliminated?

Then I'm eliminated, and I don't want to have much to do with this society. Integrate into the group, strengthen your sense of belonging in some way, and strive to make others worship you.

These things, let's leave them to others, anyway, everyone is a role, and they just like each other.

Dead?

Suicide?

Yuan Changwen looked at the night sky, and there was not even a trace of resistance in his heart. It's like a college student who has run ten kilometers, lying there lazily and not wanting to get up. Even though I knew that walking was good for my body, I still lay there and didn't want to get up.

The so-called responsibility is nothing but a transaction, the so-called morality itself is immoral, and the whole world is filled with fear. The former self was enslaved without knowing it, and always chose in fear.

Life has not yet unfolded, and the end has already been seen.

Ten thousand lights are on, but there is no one that belongs to me?

Hehe, fortunately not, otherwise I would still have a chance to know that "I" is not me?

The story of my past, the story of my future, there has to be a story anyway. This is my life, and the so-called story is the success that the empire promotes.

The wind was blowing, and the leaves rattled.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, but there was no thunder.

Zhi Brain: "In the area, there is a 97% probability that it will not rain." ”

Yuan Changwen smiled slightly, the empire's technology is always so well served.

Unfortunately, it's not true after all. And now, I don't even have the courage to get rid of these untruths. Or rather, the abhorrence of falsehood has not yet reached the point of recklessness.

It's strange that this state. While thinking about killing, he is trying to retain his self-definition. The whole person was like a split, and it was chaotic.

I was wrapped in a bad feeling, but I didn't even know the reason. But even if you know why?

Yuan Changwen suddenly thought of a possibility, could it be that this kind of discomfort was nothing special, but he wishfully thought that this was the effect of killing?

It's entirely possible.

it!

I am still distracted, why should I know if it is wishful thinking? Just move forward, just move forward, everything else is procrastinating.

I always have a self-definition that I firmly grasp, and this is what I need to kill next. At the moment, it has not yet appeared, and it is only waiting for itself.

Who else?!

Aren't you so good at self-definition, manipulating me for so many years, why are you hiding like a coward now?

Come out!