Let me die.

The character is still holding on, and this virtue is now only an obstacle.

No one else, no one me, it's all picture elements.

What is there to keep, and what is there to cherish.

The flames in his chest wanted to erupt, to smash the falsehood to see what else was there.

Aren't you afraid of me?

Isn't it just the future of money, life, life, and so on?

Continue to fear me?

Even fear itself will be smashed by me.

Those emotional tugging, those self-definitions that I don't dare to let go at all, will be burned by the flames.

Nothing will be left, and I don't want to leave anything behind.

It's all picture elements, and it has nothing to do with me, so I'll just be killed.

The character has to die, there's nothing to negotiate, and the pull of fear doesn't want me to continue to hold on to anything.

The anchor will be cut off, nothing will survive, and all falsehood will be burned away in the flames.

I don't know what else I grasp, and whatever I grasp, I'm going to be destroyed along with that self-definition.

So, why should I care about what I'm grabbing?

Fear will give me hints, and while trying to pull me, it will also expose what I need to kill.

Who is the fear that is being placed on me?

When did those future life, career, and family become the source of my fear?

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it will be destroyed anyway.

None will be kept.

My mother will die, my wife and children will die, and all those so-called lives and future will die.

It's so unreasonable, and you don't need to pick anything to keep, just burn it.

Then, the character would shatter, I would die, and it would all be over.

Nothing can stand in my way, who is qualified to stand in my way?

Even the role of Yuan Changwen can't stop the killing, nor can he resist the burning.

Those false means, those emotional pulls, those methods of diverting attention, are all shit.

Admittedly, I instinctively wanted to take refuge and get into happiness, but I don't want to now.

Happiness is just a means to buy me, even bathing in divine grace is not real.

It didn't matter if I was done bathing in the Divine Grace after the killing, but for now, anything that made me stop was an obstacle.

In other words, I put these things in the way of moving forward, and I personally made things that were not obstacles in the way of them.

I'm not interested in exploring the real thing, and I don't know how to touch the real thing.

Falsehood is here, I am falsehood, then burn falsehood.

I'm not interested in knowing anything else.

The words and deeds of those plump characters, while I am not paying attention, are arrogant there.

But for how long?

I'm sick of the characters, how long can those character-centric stuff last?

In fact, there is no hindrance, that awareness is everything, and the elements of the picture cannot hurt the real at all.

That's still not a reason for me to stop killing.

I'm still here, I'm not done yet, so let the flames in my chest fully explode and blow the character to shreds.

Ruined life, ruined life, no one dared to point out to me.

Those truths, those words, are all nonsense.

I don't need to keep thinking, just kill, just destroy, just explode.

Meekness doesn't work here, acknowledging that assumptions are just a compromise, and that focusing on life is just a reassurance.

Calming me down, it's like calming down an engine that's burning inside, it's complete.

Die, shatter, there's nothing to catch.

Those memories look beautiful, but in fact, many good memories have long since disappeared, and the brain has long been a tool full of holes.

It's just the pull of emotions that makes me unable to see the garbage of the brain, and makes me firmly grasp the only tool and not let go.

I don't know what I'm still hesitating about, the character has to die anyway.

To be filial and responsible, these traditional virtues are nonsense, just for the needs of society.

If one person is a country, or one person can support all that a country needs.

So, what are traditional virtues used for?

I don't need to discuss anything, after all, I'm still living in this world or something like that, unreal is unreal.

The so-called practical life is not only a compromise, but also an emotional pull.

Fearful drag show.

I see myself as a building block of fear, fear of "not having a role".

Then, induce me to argue about one side of the binary opposite, thus leaving the "no role" far behind.

The key to being able to keep the twist is that I don't think of myself as a twist at all.

I don't know why filial piety, a deal? Fear that no one will be filial in the future?

It's not that filial piety makes me happy, it's that I have to be filial.

It's not that filial piety is like Min Wangxing, I can think about it or not, but when I choose not to be filial, an inexplicable "don't dare" will appear.

Afraid that the future is not as good as the present?

Afraid that your words and deeds will ruin the future?

To indulge or not to indulge, to shoulder the responsibility or to abandon the responsibility, the key point of the question is not this.

Whether it's true or not is the key point.

Destroy it, that so-called life, let me stride forward against the whip of fear.

Look at how the horrific future that I wrote and directed in my head was smashed by me.

It's not that horrors won't happen in the future, or that the twisted things in your head won't happen, but what if they do?

Unreal is unreal, there's no reason to pull me, and there's no right to stay in my head.

Words such as desolate, miserable, pitiful, and humble are just twisted tricks in the mind.

A misstep into a thousand years of hatred is also just a judgment distorted in the mind.

Regret, reality slap in the face, and other descriptions are also distorted tricks in the mind.

Want me to regret it?

Then, the part that can be regretted, must be hacked to death.

Think for yourself?

Thinking about a fart and not using a brain is the biggest help to yourself.

Even if we don't discuss what is true, the distortion in our minds is only an obstacle, and it is only a product of the pull of fear.

The character's death is inevitable, and I don't believe there is anything that can bring me back to the past.

I felt, obviously, that I was holding on to the character.

Not only did the explosion not happen, but on the contrary, the character remained very strong.

But so what?

Let's tear it all to pieces, smash your life to pieces, and ruin your life.

I can only move forward, I can only continue, I can't stop and I don't want to stop.

None of them have the right to be arrogant in my head.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me, what else is there to say.

The whole world is not real, I am just a picture element, there is no such thing as a real person.

There are no roles in infinity, infinity exists and limitations do not exist.

I didn't know what I was, I was just aware of the human body, and that's it.

"I exist", but I don't know what kind of existence it is. (https:)

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