The words "mother", "wife and children" only refer to some NPCs, and they are not even special NPCs at all.

Because every NPC is different, which one isn't special?

I won't think about "my mother has already said it a few times, take care of her" or something like that just because the other party is my mother.

Or the wife and children are already crying there, and in line with the idea that "the family and everything is prosperous, and the wife and children cannot be allowed to cry", they turn to promise something.

This kind of thing doesn't happen.

When I wanted to refuse, I always felt that the two sides were pulling, as if I wanted to say "no", but I had to agree due to various mental distortions.

What if everyone is a colleague, what friends are rare to meet, or what if a family takes a step back?

None of this will exist, and there will be no need to arm yourself with emotions, and nothing will happen to say "no" out loud or "no" to anger.

It's just faint, but there is nothing to hesitate to refuse.

My mother or my wife and children are nothing special in my eyes, and I don't need to say no through emotions.

The kind of rejection through emotion, to a large extent, is to resist the damage of the character's attributes.

I'm like rejecting a piece of shit jumping on my body, where I need any emotion, where I need any rhetoric, it's just a simple refusal.

There is no emotional tug, no one's own feelings on the one hand, and a twisted tug in the mind on the other, refusal becomes taken for granted and easy and natural.

Perhaps, this is called ruthlessness.

Does this make the family conflicted?

It's meant to destroy life, so what's not to do?

It's still just a twisted trade-off in the mind, but is it really the case?

Is it really the same to not have a distorted state of mind and to have a distorted state of mind just to become indifferent to others?

It doesn't matter and it doesn't matter, there is no one at all.

I suddenly felt like I was in a very awkward position, as if the world was shattering, and then there was no place where I was comfortable.

The authenticity of the character is peeling off, and the world and the character of Yuan Changwen are no longer as taken for granted, and even, I can't figure out why my former self doesn't doubt whether he really exists.

The twist in my head still wants to pull me and distract me, but unreal is unreal, and there is no need to discuss anything at all.

There's nothing to care about, it's just happening in it, it's just what you're aware of.

Any so-called important thing is just a distortion in the mind.

Fear forced me to admit that these things are important and all.

How could I be a normal person, I was just an emotional monster.

Grasp the false, grasp the unreal, can't see those are just twists in the head, and then desperately want to plump out the characters.

This is a normal person of bullshit.

Die, the role of Yuan Changwen doesn't matter at all.

Those beautiful character attributes, those amazing character attributes, will be destroyed.

There is no me here at all, no matter how much fantasy and persistence you have, you need to inject energy to keep grasping the false.

Let me die, let it all be destroyed, there is nothing to say, the characters are still alive, I am still in the midst of falsehood, there is no reason to stop.

It's true that there's a lot to do and a lot to enjoy by being role-centered, including those that are painful and uncomfortable experiences that are still worth embracing.

Without characters, there is nothing, and there is nothing in the dark reality.

It's just true.

Despite being false, the presence of the characters makes it all present and makes all the good things colorful.

I knew I was regretting the killing, and I knew that the character wanted to continue struggling to survive, and I knew that I would continue to kill.

I don't need to look for the downstream, it's just a twisted concept in my head, and I can't look for the downstream.

Discard the distortions in your mind, and it will naturally become a stream.

In fact, it was the distortion and fear in my mind that hindered my stream.

The kind of person who wants to judge and think about all kinds of things about the downstream is no longer going downstream.

Asking what to do is itself driven by fear.

The point is, none of this is under my control, and it is not my choice whether to go with the flow or not, it is just the presentation of the elements of the picture.

Therefore, I still think about the problem on the basis of assumptions, I am still dealing with the waste problem, and I get the illusion of moving forward by going around in circles.

I don't want to know what the character should do, I just want the character to die, the character to shatter, and the character to burn to ashes in the flames of hell.

I'm always panicking, but I can't find any reason to panic, and all the arguments are just possibilities.

This is no reason, it is just a lamb under the whip of fear.

How can this thing continue to survive, and how can I tolerate the arrogance of the characters.

It's all going to die, there's nothing to keep behind, there's no me at all, so there's no treasure or anything like that.

The distortion in the brain is still presumptuous, and it seems that obeying the distorted arrangement in the brain is the best and the most perfect.

But anyone knows that the twist in the mind is all holes, it's just "I think", and there's nothing to believe in.

What's more, all of this can't be controlled, it's not the mind that can influence it, so the distortion in the brain is some kind of bullshit.

Fear kept me from sitting there and waiting for things to unfold themselves.

In other words, my anxiety at the moment is also the presentation of the elements of the picture, and it is only the content of the awareness.

It's not a big deal.

Whether the character of Yuan Changwen survives or not is not the key, the so-called life can be thrown away at will, and how can others continue to be caught.

The character will die and it will all be over.

Even if the killing is not completed in this life, it will have no impact, it is just the loss of the character.

It's a pity that the characters are nothing, and what happens all this is nothing.

There is no such world, there is no me at all.

It's not that I'm separated from the world, it's that the whole is just what I'm aware of.

It's hard to imagine and hard to describe, but every now and then that trance-like feeling arises.

I don't know what the state will be after the kill is completed, but I do know that whatever the state is at the moment, it's just character-related.

What is needed is to slash and move forward, so that the character is broken.

Instead of grasping for that trance, or making it the norm.

There's no truth here, there's no me here, so why don't you burn it quickly, why don't you just destroy it, what's there to hesitate about.

It's all just happening in it, there's no real person, it's just the content of the awareness, it's just the realization that there is a universe and the awareness that there is a person.

It has nothing to do with reality.

It felt weird, as if something so obvious and so shallow, how could I not know.

And after knowing it, I suddenly felt that what I was doing as a whole person, these are all picture elements, and that awareness has always been there.

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