The world is not real, and that awareness is everything.

The two sentences kept echoing in Yuan Changwen's mind, as if this was the only way to resist the fear of that bewitching woman. But on the other hand, this resistance itself is nonsense, because there is no role of Yuan Changwen at all.

Where is there a me?

Body, mind, behavior?

I'm missing an arm, I'm not who I am, and if my brain hurts and I lose some of my memories, I'm not me?

Obviously, others will say, "He's Yuan Changwen, but his arm is gone," or, "He's Yuan Changwen, but he's amnesia," or something like that.

So, where am I?

The perceived elements of the picture always contain the body and the mind, so I think that the body and the mind belong to the same character? And the continuity of the picture elements seems to really develop slowly in this way, but how can I prove it?

Unconsciously came to the theater viewer mode again.

Yuan Changwen was very uncomfortable, and kept asking himself why he did this, but as soon as the problem appeared, the words that destroyed the problem also appeared. That is, I have no idea at all how exactly all this happened, it seems logical, from leaving the empire to the present.

But in fact, I don't know if it all happened according to the memory in my head. There is no me, these are the picture elements that I am aware of at the moment, and the key question is, why do I still think that I am the character of Yuan Changwen?

Fear.

It's the fear of that bewitching woman, who always controls me, like the darkness in the shadows, which can't be cleared at all. Erase the darkness from the shadows, or remove the darkness from the shadows?

I was worried about my position, my future, my family, my responsibilities. Of course, these can all be summarized as worrying about the survival of Yuan Changwen's character. In other words, worry about how the character will look in the eyes of others.

Strictly speaking, it is worried about how others who "think" will perceive the role of Yuan Changwen.

There is no character, no one knows me, no one remembers me, there is no such thinking, there is nothing.

Nothing belongs to me, nothing more than the visual elements that I perceive at the moment. What belongs to the role of Yuan Changwen? Why do you have to hold on to it? What can't happen?

Nothing.

Those people and things in their minds have no qualifications and no reason to continue to exist. Those worries and sorrows are also just nonsense. The role of Yuan Changwen is simply a piece of shit without logic.

What am I doing? Why don't I just lose the character? Why don't you kill it? The character doesn't exist in the first place, what is this grip on at this moment? How can an unreal thing that doesn't exist have this kind of power?

Yuan Changwen was uncomfortable, and he didn't know why he was still alive.

The world is not real, why are I still living carefully, why do those ideas always affect me, what can't happen, and what I can't do?

I'm not done yet, the character isn't dead yet, and I haven't gone to the funeral with my bands.

The character is going to die, he should die, what reason is there for the character to continue to live?

The killing was not done because it could only happen like this. I'm angry, I'm uncomfortable, and it's because that's all I can do.

Then be angry and burn, and all you go will be destroyed. Let's see, whether the character dies first or I die first.

How could something that didn't exist in the first place have such great power? After so many chapters of slashing, it seems that there is no progress at all. You may know a lot about wordplay, but the characters are still there.

If the real thing has such a powerful power, then the real thing does not exist, there is no real Yuan Changwen at all, and there is no real universe there, these are all the picture elements that are perceived at this moment.

Outside the frame, there is no one.

Family, career, status, these things should be the elements that provide me with entertainment, not tie up my self-definition. That's right, if you blindly ask for it, it may lead to a lifetime of loneliness. But this statement itself is a speculation, and I have never made anything in return for the air so far, is there anything wrong with that?

I don't need to ask for it, but those things will come naturally. If it doesn't show up, it's even better, I would have wanted to die a long time ago.

Characters shouldn't exist, and even if they do, they're just tools for my entertainment. Instead of enslaving me, it is not pulling me at will, shouting in my head.

I don't know why I didn't move on, I didn't know why I was thinking about some bullshit there. Do you still need to think about killing? All thinking is nothing more than an excuse, and once you think about it, you don't start killing. What else do I need to think about now?

The world is not real, and that awareness is everything.

What else needs to be thought about?

Any other ideas that don't fit, any so-called "buts", anything that you are reluctant to do, are all delaying tactics of the characters.

See, this is very important, how can I easily discard it? Even, this is very important, it can be kept and it will not affect the killing. I didn't say that, but that's what I thought, otherwise I should have discarded the character and discarded this piece of shit a long time ago.

The character wants to continue to control me, which is impossible and something I will not allow. It's really funny, it's the character who wants to kill successfully, and it's the character who wants to continue to control me.

Can't you kill it?

It's not the character who dies, it's me who dies. Because I am the character of Yuan Changwen!

No matter what real questions I discuss, I always have this kind of thinking, and I am always just a visual element that I am aware of at the moment. Every time I was shouting why the character wasn't dead yet, as if I had something called the character and then it wasn't dead yet.

But in fact, it's me who hasn't died yet.

I should die, it's me who was killed, not the role of Yuan Changwen. In other words, it is just a noun written deliberately for the convenience of distinction. But at the end of the day, I'm the character, I'm the mind, I'm the picture element that I'm aware of at the moment.

So, why haven't I died yet? Is there something I want to grasp? Is there anything I can't help with? Or do I not recognize the so-called truth at all, what awareness is everything?

It's not physical death, that would be too simple. If not physical death, what kind of death?

There is not a single me, no family, no empire, nothing. The mind is just a picture element, and the body is just a picture element, and it is not real at all.

Why do you have to think about it? Why don't you just kill it? Don't you want to give up the characters? Don't you want to give up those people and things?

My image in the eyes of other people? What the hell is this? How could such a thing exist?

I'm still worried, I'm still using the distortion in my brain to manipulate, am I so mentally retarded? Haven't the lessons learned over the years been profound enough?

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