How many chapters ago, I thought there was nothing to kill.

However, at this moment I am still killing, and I still clearly see that those distortions are affecting me, and those people and things are constantly trying to control me.

The twist in my head is often disguised as motivational, I have to achieve something, and it sounds very enthusiastic and hard to argue with. That indomitable momentum, the spirit of extinguishing the sun even if the sun dares to stop me, it's hard for me to say what's wrong with this state.

After all, when he was slashing before, he was in the same state, and it was precisely because of this madness that he was able to stand in this position.

I'm still stuck in that crap problem, what to do when I get into a situation.

The impulse in the head itself is not real, whether it is for money or for killing, it is just a theatrical performance of the character. In the same way, the fear of money is dragged by money, and that hatred and falsehood are still a drag.

For the umpteenth time, the world has been telling me that all this will be arranged. Of course, it's not true, it's just something I believe. But for this distortion in the mind, believing in the flow seems to be a better option.

If it is not real, the character itself is not real, and his words and deeds are naturally unreal. Either way, it's just a stage play for the characters. It's just that a character can't stand the twist in his head and starts to destroy the stage.

Right, the characters are still on stage, still performing. Until the stage is destroyed, it is still just a play.

Is there any difference between "I must kill" and "I must be rich"? Just like apples and tomatoes may be two different things, but they are still only on the same level, and they are just the presentation of picture elements.

The strange thing is that when the twist in my mind now wants to disguise itself as inspirational and passionate, and I want to break through the sky, I feel that the situation is great at the moment. As if that inspirational enthusiasm was just an illusion, I could clearly see from the side that everything was going well at the moment.

All words and deeds are personal preferences, and they do not rise to the so-called truth at all. Whether you want to work hard to make money, or you want to focus on your family, it's just a personal preference. Even if it's passionately inspirational, it's still a personal preference.

Why work hard to make money? No matter what the answer, it's just your own choice, it's just a personal preference.

Why, right, even if the answer is fed up with falsehood, it's still just a personal preference.

I say that others are based on fear, and in fact, I don't even know that. It's entirely possible that someone else isn't a human at all, just behaving like a robot.

Let's just say that my distortions are all based on fear.

My enthusiasm is simply an emotional confrontation caused by the fear of failure. Even if it's kindness, it's just for myself. There are also those so-called accumulation of character, but they are still only afraid of evil and evil retribution, and they are afraid that others will do bad things and affect themselves, so I do good deeds and everyone does good deeds.

Why is Yuan Changwen still here? Why hasn't he died yet?

The character keeps controlling me to the point of madness and sickness. I was afraid that as soon as I closed my eyes and opened them, I would become a different person.

It is this fear, the fear of "not having a role". I am so afraid of becoming someone else, so I don't close my eyes or don't open my eyes?

Nature has nothing to teach me, what else can it teach? None of this is real, whether I am in harmony with nature or completely detached from nature and destroy nature.

My existence is false.

Go on a trip, let the soul be on the way,. It's a delay, it's an obstacle, it's either slashed or not. When I go on a trip, when I'm hiking close to nature, that physical exertion prevents me from continuing to kill.

It's not about letting any soul on the road at all, it's just a trick to fool me, it's all about getting me to stop killing. Unfortunately, I can't stop and don't want to stop at all.

Even if you look at the starry sky, even if you listen to the tinkling of the stream, you can't stop the feeling of devouring. The exertion of the body makes it easy for the brain to empty and not be disturbed by distortion. But for me, it just prevents me from slashing the twist.

What's the use of a temporary void? Those distortions in my mind are not environmental problems at all, I am in the mountains and in the city, and the distortions in my mind are all with me.

If I'm going to wake up, then please wake up. I knew I was going to be a different person, I knew I was going to have a hard time surviving in society, and I knew that I might not be able to get the pinnacle of life in my life. But, I'm ready, come on, black and real.

I hate this world, even if it is beautiful, even if it is wonderful, even if I like mountain spring water and barbecue over a bonfire, it is still false. Unreal words, unreal scenes, are all just picture elements.

When I slash the distortion in my mind, nature has helped me so much to see clearly what is natural and what is man-made. And then, it's not over, the very existence of nature is a fake.

Like my own existence, the character's existence must be false. The mountain is a character, the creek is a character, the snow, the pine, the cliff, the dead wood, the dirt...... It's all characters.

There is no reality in this world, and I can't either have hot or cold like I have the dualistic element of "hot and cold". I can't have the truth, I can't let the truth appear in this unreal world.

It's not me who touches the truth, it's just the truth itself.

It's meant to kill the character, so what's so unusual about the character dying? Let go and let the character die, even if you become another person the next moment, it doesn't matter.

There's nothing to catch on, there's nothing to remember, it's just wishful thinking. There is no me in this world, and these things are not me, even if this is my only life, it is not my life.

It's just the role of Yuan Changwen, just the presentation of picture elements, just the character's life.

How many times have I been aware of the character of Yuan Changwen? In other words, how many times have the picture elements presented the life of Yuan Changwen, how many times have the lives of other characters been presented? That awareness has always been there, and the picture elements are just distorted products, which can disappear at any time and change at any time.

Even if this is the only life, even if the picture elements no longer present the character of Yuan Changwen from now on, then what can it be? This character disappears and disappears, and those precious memories are not precious at all, they are just that the character feels precious.

No matter how good a dream is, it is only a dream after all.

Even though the dream is great, because only in the dream can I exist in some kind of role in this false world. No matter what the role is or what it has experienced, it can only be fulfilled within limitations.

It's a pity, it's just false. ()

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