I really don't understand how things could have come to this.

I already know that only "I exist", but what is holding me back? What am I holding onto?

This feeling is obvious, I am pressed by something, compared to the previous relaxation, the state at the moment is simply rubbish. Is there something I'm ignoring? Yes, definitely, or I'll just kill you.

But what exactly?

Why do I become looking for problems, instead of problems appearing in front of me and trying to crush me?

Gibberish, the context has no logic at all. Damn, is that mess going on again?

Yuan Changwen sat on the edge of the bed, not feeling sleepy at all. It was still dark outside the window, but it seemed a little darker than the night I had seen when I was relaxed before.

Wrong.

Deep down I didn't believe that the world was unreal.

It's good, I'm a little bit uncomfortable right now, it's good. Since I can kill the previous discomfort, this time I can't escape this fate, and I will all be killed. Nothing is real, nothing can exist, it's just a distortion of mine.

Look at the world, there are people with flowers and grass, I can't go through the wall, I can only act according to certain rules. What's not true about all this? It's very real, and I'm pretty sure it's true.

Yes, I can't be sure of the reality of the objective world, but I still do things according to the idea that the objective world is real. For example, I wouldn't jump off a building just because the world isn't real.

It still hurts to be roasted by the fire, and I still avoid being cut by a knife.

Is it because the character of Yuan Changwen belongs to the same level of existence as this universe?

It's like Mario is on the same level as the brick pipe, so Mario can't do something outside of the rules. Even if he modifies the cheat, Mario can't jump off the screen, and he is running in that level after all. It doesn't matter if you can blow up the castle with one punch or if you can fly to the final boss's location.

I shouldn't solve the problem at the level to which Yuan Changwen's character belongs, that would just answer the question, and not destroy the problem at all. In fact, according to the previous method, each question collapsed on its own without an answer at all when examined.

That's right, from the eyes of Yuan Changwen's character, of course the world is real. Because these things are made of the same material, they will naturally be as real as the observer.

And I, on the other hand, always subconsciously think that the so-called observer is real, so naturally I can't believe that the world is not real. Because this kind of belief is tantamount to directly believing that the character of Yuan Changwen is unreal. It's equivalent to that I've finished killing and don't pay attention to the characters at all.

At that time, I had already done it, and naturally there would be no more problems or anything like that.

And I'm not done yet, which means that I still recognize certain attributes of the character that make it all real. Furthermore, I don't believe in the unreality of the world, because the world and the characters are the same material.

So, this is normal, after all, I haven't finished killing yet. It's like if you don't end your, you naturally feel that there is something in your stomach.

Well, I should now focus on the character, the place where I didn't slash.

Suddenly, a suicidal urge permeated the body. Not beheading, but physical suicide.

Is it coming again?

Yuan Changwen's heart was filled with compassion, for some reason, it was uncomfortable, but he didn't have the urge to cry. Just sitting like this, I couldn't help but shed a tear.

What am I doing? Stand up, take up arms and fight, why do I hide away like a milk dog?

There are enemies everywhere, but they can't be seen at all.

But there is only one thing that really stands in my way, and that is a problem. As long as you hit the core of the problem, this so-called block will fall apart as before.

Is it the practice, is it the practice itself that is holding me back?

I'm still thinking about plump characters, that is, I still recognize the world, I'm willing to spill my blood in this world, and I'm willing to do something in order to make the character stand in a more prominent position.

It's a fantasy about cool points, and with the mentality that I have to determine the future, I fantasize about all kinds of cool points. If you want to be sure, why don't you fantasize about a bright future? I haven't let go yet, I'm just fantasizing all the time. Maybe it's a spiritual breakthrough, maybe it's something else.

What does the role of Yuan Changwen have to do with me?

I don't know how he appeared, I don't know how he did it, or how the whole world came to be, I don't know. But I understand that I have nothing to do with the role of Yuan Changwen.

Yes, it doesn't matter.

Then, the character of Yuan Changwen must die because it is not real. I don't know what the flesh that makes up Yuan Changwen's character is, but I am quite familiar with the thing that thinks I have a physical body.

It's self-definition.

The reason for my struggle lies in the question, "I see objective things, not that I really see them, but I see the data in my head", but this explanation is equivalent to affirming the existence of the brain from the side.

I can't use my brain to deny the truth of objective things, and then then go on to deny the reality of my brain, this way of proving is logically problematic. Therefore, I have no way of proving that the objective things I see are not real.

But again, I have no way of proving that the objective things I see are real.

I think the cup is real because the cup reflects light, then enters my eyes, stimulates nerve cells, and is accepted by the brain and reflects the image of the cup.

But the premise of this proof is that my brain has been proven to be real. And my brain is real because I can see it.

This is a circular argument, just as the Bible is true because it is the Word of God, and God exists because the Bible is true.

No matter how much detection is used, it is impossible to say that the brain really exists, because it will end up jumping into this kind of argument, "I see the real existence of a certain instrument" and so on. So, how do I prove that these instruments are real?

But isn't this all the prerequisites? We can't even prove that objective things really exist, and the series of theorems and inferences that follow are not all false?

It's totally, "Damn, I don't care, these are real anyway." Let's agree on this together, and then we talk about the rest. ”

Not sure, that's how it should be. It's panic, it's overwhelmed, that's what a character should be.

Objective things can't be proven to be real, but the characters will directly assume that all of this is false and must be determined.