Don't think you'll have a companion on the way to slash, that's just another trick to deceive.

What are my companions doing? Come on? If there really is a companion who is completely sure of my killing, it sounds like a good thing, but in fact that companion can only be a hindrance to me.

Because I take it as real, I keep going because of the encouragement of my peers. No matter what my peers are encouraging, the content is false, and they all want me to continue to grasp something with emotions.

Even if it is just the most humble encouragement, the most basic cheering, is only an obstacle. Come on to keep me from giving up and encourage me to keep killing, it's still not true.

Can you succeed if you don't give up? Can you kill if you keep slashing? I don't know, right, it's just wishful thinking. If a companion says, "Keep going, even though it may be fruitless," what kind of encouragement is that?

Yuan Changwen found that he was really dead, that part contains kindness and hard work, although that part is full of countless distortions, but in the eyes of the world, that part is a real person and a good person.

Why can't life be trampled on?

Yuan Changwen found that he really couldn't find any reason to continue to grasp kindness, or rather, to think that kindness is a quality that a person must have or pursue. Although he used to be able to kill, he was still a good person, at least he didn't slaughter, at least he was fighting for the growth of his family.

I used to be very disgusted with slaughter, and I respect life, whether it is animals, plants or humans, life should be respected. But now, I can't find any such thoughts, and even if a person stands in front of me and points at my nose and scolds me for losing my conscience, I don't think there's anything wrong with it.

On the contrary, you will feel that the person is protecting self-definition with strong emotions, you will feel that the person's distortion is so serious, and you will feel a little inexplicable. It's like a person who uses strong emotions to proclaim that the planet under his feet is square, and this inexplicable feeling is the same.

I don't feel offended, I don't want to refute, I just feel a little hard to describe.

The part that wants to refute, who wants to prove itself right, is dead. As the goodness dissipates, as the mind twists and shatters, it is impossible to die anymore.

It's not over yet, it's going to continue.

Yuan Changwen was like having a problem with his brain, and he refused to let go of any obstacle, and threw himself into the scorching flames. It's not a good thing, it's not meaningful to life, it doesn't help you succeed or it makes you more charming.

When you deceived me, it was already doomed. You can't continue to deceive me, maybe I can't finish the kill, but you want to continue to deceive me, continue to make me plump the character, it's impossible.

Perhaps, you are snickering at this moment, because I am still in the midst of your deception. But so what? None of this is real, not just the characters, not just the killings themselves.

That awareness has always been there, and you are just some kind of false existence, no different from the character of Yuan Changwen. If the unreal doesn't exist, who can you deceive, and who will lose because of your deception?

No one will get hurt, and no one will succeed. The dream-like bubble will dissipate at any moment, just as it doesn't exist.

I don't yearn for light, I don't love darkness, and these dualistic elements simply don't have any reason to grasp them. And I'm still holding on to something, it's all emotionally driven, and it's your trick as well.

Will the slaughter end? Will there be an end to all this? Can I really hold on and become a legendary being?

Yuan Changwen didn't know that after he threw himself into hell, these problems became waste problems. Even if it's still circling in the head, it can't make more of an impact. Because they dare not be arrogant, once they rise, the flames of hell can burn them to ashes in an instant.

By the way, I also burned myself to ashes.

I'm not done yet, and no amount of explanation and rhetoric is just a reassurance. It only takes some sanity to destroy the twist in the mind, and more to madness and anger. Because it is not the layers of reasonable logic that are distorted by protection, but the emotions that are quite unreasonable and strong to the extreme.

I don't know, maybe you can, maybe you can't. I'm not interested in knowing that these discussions are just a hindrance to my killing, just an obstacle.

Think about it, what's not an obstacle? Even the killing itself is false, and what isn't an obstacle? When I kill, I'm already in the midst of falsehood, isn't that an obstacle?

After all, it's just a picture element, and after all, it's just a theatrical performance on the stage. Whether Yuan Changwen's role succeeds or fails will not affect that awareness at all.

How can limitations affect infinity?

There are so many worries, so many fears, all very reasonable, and all full of possibilities. How do I retort on the same level, and how do I know that my rebuttal isn't fueling?

The distortion in my head was recognized as shit by me many chapters ago, and what happened to me? I still firmly grasped the distortion in my head, still swayed by fear.

Nothing, nothing, half-crippled life, bleak life, as if these futures could play tricks on me at any time. Then, I succumbed there like a reptile.

That's who I am, a piece of shit built on fear.

Emotions, emotions, how long can you be arrogant? The part that wants to go back to the past has been hacked to death by me. Next, it's either me hacking you to death and killing you, or I'm in this stalemate.

I was constantly scorched by the flames, and the feeling of devouring in my body permeated my body, but I couldn't finish it. Even, this uncomfortable gloomy state lasted for decades until the natural death of the character.

What's not to do?

Those who artificially distort, those who preach the preciousness of life, are just afraid that their own lives will be taken away. There may be many other good reasons, but no matter what the specific reason is, there is no escaping a little, these are just artificial distortions.

It's all artificially set things based on the limited knowledge and cognition in the brain. Maybe the whole world agrees, maybe this kind of life full of goodness is comforting. But unreal is unreal, and distortion is distortion.

There is no need to talk about life, what would the world be like if everyone was like this. It's all speculation, and the word untrue is enough to end the discussion.

Yuan Changwen didn't know where he would go, and he didn't know how long this devouring feeling would last. However, these things are not important, because the problem itself is a waste problem, full of assumptions.

I still have a lot of things to kill, and I'm not interested in organizing my thoughts and adjusting the way I speak so that others can understand it better. Because I don't know if someone else is a real person, or if they have the ability to think.

Perhaps, it's just a kind of feedback, a kind of set feedback. ()

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