Why are you still sane? What else is there to be reluctant to? What else can't be broken?

Is something my brainchild so it can't be broken?

That's what the character is grabbing, what can belong to the character, what can build the character. The character will not let go, because when introducing himself, these are all attribute points that can enrich the character.

Failed, did you see? Completely failed, always thinking that with a glimmer of hope, you could get more. I always think that no matter what, don't despair, this is life.

Where is life? It's just what I think of as life, but it's a life distorted by empire. Think about it, too, only by leaving the empire can you discover the absurdity of your life. If you are in the Empire, under the aura of the first person in the Empire, who would think about these things?

Even if you have a perception of life to improve your cultivation, how long has it been since you have improved your cultivation? Do you care? You say you care, but in fact you don't care that much at all.

Do you see fear? Do you see that the characters are hindered by their own hard work? how those so-called hard work can easily lead to fear, how easily they can influence the characters, do you see clearly?

A character must have a primary attribute, not just a name and gender, just like when introducing yourself, what will be introduced first, and what will be the main attribute of the character. Whenever the primary attribute is in crisis, the character suffers greatly.

There are two workarounds, either you can get a new primary attribute, so it doesn't matter what happens to the old one. Or, desperately grasp the main attribute and regain its brilliance, the so-called unwilling so-called struggle is like this.

I've used both of these methods, and they're not bad. At least when it comes to keeping the character stable, it's a good effect. And now, I'm going to make the character collapse, so whether it's a major attribute or a secondary attribute, there is no point in making any difference in the face of collapse.

The character must die!

All my emotions, words and deeds, are all controlled by the characters, and those false self-definitions make me not see the world at all. All I could see was artificially distorted scenes, and those opinions and opinions were like shit.

There are still worries in my heart, but in fact, the thoughts seem too tender, and there are things in my heart that I think are real, and there are some things that cannot be touched by authority. They were firmly in my mind, and then motionless, looking well-behaved.

When the characters are in crisis, they immediately turn into demons and pull at me, leaving me in fear. Any concern is unreal, it is the falsehood of the character, and it is a kind of deception.

Whether it's thinking about someone, or thinking about something, worrying about your career, worrying about your social status, and so on a series of bullshit. It's all falsehood, and I'm not willing to discard it.

Because these falsehoods are the only things I have, the only familiar life I have, what should I do without them, how will I live, and where will I go?

I don't know why it happened the way it did, but it made me see the character's hidden stuff clearly, a big lump, and I seemed to be crushed by the mountain and couldn't move.

Still thinking with the opinions in my head, weighing with those pitiful and humble knowledge. How can these things that are obviously not real be manipulated by me?

Am I being cheap? trying to pray to be played with by the characters? trying to take those self-definitions as real, what kind of person I think I am, what I have, and so on. It's like shivering in a dark and cold corner, but that's not a problem at all, just get out of that dark and cold corner, and everything will be solved.

I didn't come out, I hid there and cried silently. I can come out and no one will stop me, but why am I just not willing to come out? The existence of the character is completely my own fantasy, that is, I myself prevent myself from coming out, and I myself become my own prison warden.

I don't know what it means to do a good job, but I just weigh what it means to do a good job according to the humble information in my head. There is a reason why things are unfolding, but I can't necessarily guess them. Why do you always like to jump to conclusions when you know that you can't understand things in a nutshell?

Isn't that crazy what is it?

Once I take away the familiarity I have, the character starts to panic and quickly tries to find a way to reclaim that familiarity. Of course, it is also possible to continue to build new familiarities. Trying to kill a character is a very difficult thing in itself. Believing that it will soon succeed, this is the deception of the character.

It's good, I'm still enslaved by money. How did the thought of not having enough and having to have more get into my head? If it's not fear, why should I be prepared for the future?

I'm worried about this, I'm worried about that, but it's not real. If it is a human distortion, then it is made up, why can it still control me so firmly?

Am I mentally retarded or an idiot? Won't I resist?

This one is important to me, and that one is important to me. At the end of the day, it's all the characters who think it's important. I was kidnapped, kidnapped by myself. The characters manipulated me mercilessly and kneaded me wantonly. The character said it was important, so I tried my best to get it.

What is not what the role informs me? Memories belong to the role, information reserves belong to the role, and thinking also belongs to the role, so the conclusion is naturally the role.

I'm just that aware!

I always mistook the character for me, and I can't change my bad habits for so many years.

With a deep hostility and fear of the future, the character doesn't want to be killed, it's resisting, and it wants to use its usual moves. Make me value something, make me feel bad about losing something, and use it to get my pursuit of that thing.

Dig your own grave!

Now that I know I'm uncomfortable with something, then I know that it's all the character's fault, it's the character's discomfort!

In that case, all I have to do is let the character get hurt. Although I will also be very uncomfortable and painful while hurting the character, this will be an effective way to kill the character.

No one would say that slashing is an easy and enjoyable path.

It seems that you really have to be masochistic to kill. When I thought I was a character, killing the characters was hurting each other. When I don't identify with me as a character, slashing brings a burst of happiness because I'm heading to the real.

No wonder no one wants to try this method, who knows if this kind of headlong drowning in fear will lead to results? Will this life-ruining practice be exchanged for freedom? Not to mention, who wants to be in a panic for a long time?

Nobody knows, I'm just a poor reptile.