Character attributes everywhere, distortions in the mind everywhere.

For example, if I buy something today, the price will be reduced tomorrow, and that's a very bad thing.

It's just the character attributes that take damage, and it's just the distortion that the judgment is there.

If I don't believe in the reality of the world, then I don't believe in the reality of thinking.

It's not just whether the existence of the mind is real, but also whether the content of the mind is not real.

It's like, I don't allow others to say that the character of Yuan Changwen is stupid, and I don't allow myself to think that the character of Yuan Changwen is stupid, even if I really do something stupid, I have to find a reason to fool the past.

Compared to me in the past, the character at the moment is really stupid and doesn't know anything.

But the remaining characters still want to grasp something, and they still want to flesh out the characters with the framework of right and wrong.

It seems that there has to be a role anyway.

Destroying the character, no matter what kind of character it is, is not worth being caught, and in a dream, any capture is just futile, and it takes a lifetime to forcibly twist it.

Die, I don't know how I should react to life, it's just what I'm aware of, and the twist in my mind always wants to extend more things.

It's a pity that the character wants to set a plan, and thinks that he has to deal with life this way, just because of fear.

I can't go back, and I don't want to, but at the same time I can't find a way forward.

There is no progress at all, it is death, it is destruction.

The world was so unreal that I forced myself to take it all as real and cover up my distortions with fear.

Behind the thriving scientific community is all nonsense, as ephemeral and beautiful as fireworks.

It seems like more is known, more unknowns are discovered, but it's all hypothetical.

The gorgeous and splendid bubble can only be admired but not touched, just like the king has no clothes, once honest, then only embarrassment remains.

The embarrassment of the character being unreal, the embarrassment that all my efforts are, the embarrassment of wishful thinking that science is the truth, there is no embarrassment of me at all.

Killing sounds like a violation of human nature, well, it is a violation of human nature in itself, and it is ruining life.

But that relaxed and natural, is the way of life pursued by many people, not entangled by the noise in the head, simple efforts and simple struggles, just hard work will not be mixed with fear and anxiety.

And that kind of gratitude is exactly what the society advocates, and it happens to be what most believers are pursuing, seeing the perfection of everything with their own eyes, and not needing any explanation or reason to prove the need for gratitude, that is, inexplicably grateful for all this happened.

And these turned out to be brought by slashing.

No one will believe it, and no one will know, because the person who has just started to kill has already been judged to be depressed and anxious and other bad states, and he will either divert his attention, or be persuaded to take medicine, or even directly sent to a mental hospital.

A person who treats the world as unreal, lives in a group of people who treat the world as real, and also wants to convince others to believe that the world is unreal, will naturally be ostracized by the group.

Come to think of it, if I had stayed in the empire and left my home, I might not have been able to get to where I am now, but of course, maybe I would have gone further.

The "possibility" thing is just to allow the character to play his or her own character attributes at will, to flesh out the character attributes, and to grasp the distortions in the mind.

Regret itself is based on a judgment, and that judgment is just a distortion in the mind, just wishful thinking.

At the moment, I can't see the perfection of the world, there's nothing to admit, and I don't have to grasp that feeling of perfection.

Even though it was a great feeling, the feeling of seeing everything in the world as perfect, or rather, a sense of "the world is perfect" permeated the whole body.

After all, it is not a conclusion that is drawn through analysis, but an inexplicable feeling, a feeling that you cannot find a reasonable explanation or even convince yourself.

Perhaps, this is the state that will naturally arise after the distortion in the brain dies, after the character attributes disappear, and after the fake is no longer grasped.

I don't know what else I have to kill, but I know I'm definitely still grabbing something, it's like bowling, it's easy to hit at first, but it's hard to aim again when there's only one left.

Die, there is no reason to continue to live, unreal is unreal.

The character wants to resist, the character wants to keep clapping, but it's all shit, no matter what the twist in the head contains, it's shit.

Even "slashing can lead to the completion of slashing, and you can touch the truth", it's just a piece of shit.

I don't know why I'm battling with the characters and throwing them away instead of tidying them up.

Burn it all, leave nothing behind, and don't try to salvage anything.

The character of Yuan Changwen is nothing, just a picture element, just a realized content.

I just want to achieve something in my dreams.,I just have to keep grasping something.,Of course, that's right.,Dreams.,It's okay to do whatever you want.。

It's just that I can't stand this state, the twist in my head buzzes, and the sinister smile of fear on the side.

I shouldn't have known, I was supposed to be doing nothing.

The distortion in my head subsided for a while, and this feeling of calm was nice and great.

Unfortunately, this is not the end of the road, I am not done yet.

It's like that burst of lightness and naturalness, that burst of gratitude, that rush of wanting to dance, there is no need to hold on to it.

The character isn't dead yet, and it's not over yet.

If I try to grasp these good feelings, then it's a hindrance, and I'm becoming a special character, not killing a character.

I knew I was going to die, and I was glad I could, and I was looking forward to the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

I'm not done at the moment, but it's all unreal, whether I'm done or not, it's just a character, it's just a visual element.

What you are aware of does not affect consciousness, it does not affect reality, it is just a wonderful palace that you have built.

You let me get lost in the palace, you let me get drunk in the palace, there is nothing wrong with this except that it is unreal.

It's not like some kind of Matrix, a fake life VS a real life, there are no characters in the real world, let alone any life.

In other words, you, the palace, and I are just direct representations of the elements of the picture.

Without me, what you deceive is only the character of Yuan Changwen, and even the whole deception is not deception, it is just that the picture elements are presented like this.

It's like a certain god in a movie deceiving mortals, which can be said to be a deception, or it can be said that it is just presented like this.

And immortals and mortals are just pixels, and there is no essential difference.

So, you can trick me into fearing me, and I can kill you.

It all depends on the presentation of the elements of the picture, whether you say it or not, and what I say doesn't count.

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