The character is going to die, which is not negotiable at all.

The feeling of decay is becoming more and more obvious, allowing oneself to rot without suppressing it or diverting one's attention.

If you die, you will die, this world is not real in the first place, and you can't grasp any so-called cherishing at all.

I know it's scary when it's done, and I know that death isn't nice for the characters, but unreal is unreal.

The urge to cry kept coming up, but there seemed to be no tears, and there was nothing in the world that could bear my tears.

Perhaps, it is to mourn his own death.

Fear is obvious, and while being arrogant, it also means that the character is still grasping something.

I am afraid of death, I am afraid of reality, as if I am about to jump into the abyss but I shrink back in an instant.

At that moment, all the slashes turned into nonsense, and the distortion in his mind instantly took the initiative, and he was unreasonable and firmly grasped the role.

It seems that in the face of the black reality, I can't help but want to catch something, no matter what it is, as long as I catch it, as long as I don't die, everything is easy to say.

Unfortunately, the character has to die, and he will.

It's just a coward, and it's sad to think about.

And then fall into the rot of wanting to die again, funny.

The whole world doesn't seem to have anything to do with me, the so-called seizing opportunities is just driven by fear, and those who are clamoring for such and such times and such times, and what such and such innovations are just fears.

It's not that these fears are bad, but unreal is unreal.

We won't talk about how to make life better, it will only ruin life, it will only ruin the characters.

Whether it's useful, good or not, right and wrong, and so on, it's just a distortion in the mind.

I believe that these may make life more colorful, but it is still not real.

I'm not interested in unreal things, the only thing that keeps me clinging to them is fear.

It's all just what you're aware of, in other words, it's all.

What can't be died, what if you can catch it once, how many times can the character resist in the face of rot and death?

The world is not real, I can no longer continue to pretend that the world is real, and not only that, any fear that makes me believe that this world is real can only make me look forward to death even more.

You don't need to convince others, not even your mother.

Thinking about his success, and then traveling around with his mother, and playing with his wife and children, these are just showing the attributes of the character.

Instead of dwelling on what kind of character attributes you should have, you can completely destroy the character attributes.

If it's not real, then die.

Stop believing that you must be filial, stop believing that you are a real person, stop believing in the truth of this world.

It seems that there are a lot of things to be busy with, and there seem to be too many important things, I don't even know what the role of Yuan Changwen is, what exactly is I working on.

I am sincerely admired and blessed by all the beauty of this false world, but perhaps I have no blessings to endure, and I have nothing in my heart but death.

If there is anything left in the heart, it is only the object of killing.

I'm still in the role, but I don't believe in the character.

If the killing is not completed, it is a false victory, and it is a victory of fear.

In the end, you have to die.

Despite having just experienced an unprecedented grab, the inner tension is clearly tugging at the character, as if the heart is shouting "don't".

But that's not a reason for me to stop, unreal is unreal, even if it's not real to "hold on" to it.

Human nature is far more complex than you can imagine, and it is precisely because of this that the false world will seem beautiful.

In fact, it's not just human nature, almost anything can be beyond the twisted imagination in my head, but I think of myself as the character of Yuan Changwen, and this uncontrollable sense of surprise continues to appear.

It's just fear that turns it all from surprise to shuddering.

It's not a mistake, fear is not a mistake, it's like walking into a haunted house and not being able to fully enter a state of fear, it's not a commendable thing.

It's just what you're aware of, and now that it's been presented, there's no choice.

I don't seem to want to think about any troublesome things, because these are not real, they are just picture elements explaining picture elements, and I have no interest in these things.

This also leads to my own brain being very stupid, and it seems that I can't quickly use formic acid, and I can't quickly understand some principles and so on.

Aside from slashing, he seems to have lost his other abilities, and he was obviously very good at using his brain, summarizing all kinds of physical knowledge and various laws, etc.

I didn't believe it before, thinking that even a kill wouldn't affect this brain's ability to analyze.

But in fact, the brain's analytical power is based on the correlation of things, and slashing is precisely to destroy these things.

And, having killed the distortions in the mind, hating those prejudices, and experiencing the downstream, there seems to be no reason to continue to use the brain to analyze.

I just need to feel the flow, I just need to be the flow.

There is no need to use the brain to analyze and weigh at all, and I will not believe the conclusions distorted in the brain, and the brain is naturally like rust.

felt unfamiliar with the role of Yuan Changwen, as if he felt a sense of weirdness when he spoke.

Still going to die, there is no other thought than death.

I don't understand when I think death is a bad thing.

Reality doesn't die, it doesn't even change, and time can't affect reality at all, because time doesn't exist at all.

And the role of Yuan Changwen is nothing, if he dies, he will die, perhaps, I have done countless role changes.

It's just that this mind only knows itself, and these pictorial elements are only presented in this way, but that awareness is always there.

The characters are worried, the characters are afraid of the truth, but these are still just the things that are realized.

It's not "don't be afraid", it's "fear that this doesn't feel real".

None of them are true, and that has already put the discussion to an end, and any attempt to continue the discussion is, all to protect the characters.

Ruining your life, ruining your life, thinking about how you can live as easily as you once thought the world was unreal at all times.

can't fully enter the role, and talk about a fart life struggle or something.

All of these will be destroyed, and after the killing is completed, instead of becoming a person with a good mentality to see through the world, it will become an inexplicable existence.

I don't care about social morality or anything like that, because there is no such thing.

It's hard to imagine, but there's no need to imagine, and you'll know what it's like when the time comes.

Negative emotions such as destruction, madness, arrogance, disdain, depression, gloom, etc., constantly surround me, but they are not a bad thing.

Burn the distortions in your mind, burn these untruths, and destroy them all.

Only truth can survive, and alas, there is no truth here at all.

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