Sou!

There was a burst of sky-shattering sounds.

In fact, before the sound appeared, someone had already seen the abrupt appearance of objects in the sky.

"WARNING! This object is not recognized!"

At this time, the wisdom of the brain came with a warning.

Yuan Changwen: "Where did you come from?"

Zhi Brain: "There is no way to know, the space jumps." However, its spatial fluctuations do not belong to the spatial fluctuations recorded by any empire. ”

The objects in the sky, when Yuan Changwen was talking to Zhi Brain, gradually accelerated and gradually became larger.

No one knew what it was, only a large piece of object could be faintly seen.

"Warning! There is a 98% chance that an unknown object will hit you. ”

Yuan Changwen can mobilize spiritual power and want to resist. This distance, this speed, it won't be too difficult. Unless the unidentified object is not controlled by mental power, it is completely capable of withstanding the impact, and will not affect the range of three meters beyond itself.

It's just that...... Why resist?

Isn't that a great opportunity?

Isn't it a good ending for a meteorite to crash and then die here?

In this world, what else is there to be nostalgic for?

False characters, with false perceptions, using false self-definitions, manipulated my life.

Everyone is interacting with the characters, there is no one at all, all are characters.

Saying things that make the other character happy, or despising and condemning the other character's attributes, in order to put your character on the high ground.

Trapped in all kinds of self-definitions, firmly bound by fear, and still talking about freedom. It's all a distortion of the characters, communicating with each other, recognizing each other, and it seems that this world is so distorted.

Shit!

I can't see the world as it is, it's all the way it is behind the false filter of self-definition. I didn't get out of the role, I can't seem to get out of the role, and I don't have the courage to pierce that veil of falsehood.

Why keep living?

If the character dies, then I can still see the world and roam life uncontrollably. At that time, I definitely didn't have any goals to achieve, and I wouldn't have so many false self-definitions.

Doing nothing is perhaps the best description of that time. You can follow the flow of the "road" and watch it slowly and unbridledly. The future is full of uncertainties, and I no longer have any fears, nor do I have any high emotions.

From the character's point of view, what is the meaning of this kind of life, maybe it's just a low-cost bargain. The character needs a goal, it needs to fight, it needs to fight, it needs to elevate the character itself to incredible heights.

At that time, I had already realized that the so-called real life was not real, and I had already seen it as a game. That kind of assumption, which is not the speculation and assumption of the present, must be a very certain state.

Just like I don't approve of any children's games now. You may have fun playing with it, but with just one thought, you will know that all this is false.

Fake characters, fake quests, fake rules, these are just to make the game more fun to play.

Now that death is right in front of you, what reason is there to miss?

What's the use of understanding theories? and it doesn't become my reality, and I even have to be very careful not to quietly use this to become a new self-definition for the characters.

Either got rid of the role or didn't. Any other statement is a whitewash, a failure to face reality.

Like a child, he clutches his head and shouts, "I don't know! I don't listen! I don't know!"

It's just that we're more clever, using a lot of "buts" to divert the subject, and a lot of untested assumptions to mislead. Finally, put the money on the table, "What's the use, what's the use of thinking about this, it's not about earning money yet." ”

How can anyone be depressed? How can anyone want to kill themselves?

"It's better to die than to live", this is the concept I have been instilled in since I was a child.

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of anything", this is also a phrase I often hear.

I didn't understand it before, but now, it seems that death has become very cute, like a lover who has always been with her, not noisy, not noisy, not angry.

And when death becomes cute, other things begin to show their hideous faces. Naturally, I would choose the cute ones and avoid the horror ones.

That's when death is within reach. Just one thought, plus action, can touch death.

All along, the image of the Grim Reaper was a black hood, moving in the shadows to harvest life at any time. The big scythe seems to condense the wail of life.

But in my eyes, the Grim Reaper was as cute as the girl next door, and the black hood concealed her shyness. He has been with me, but he has not said anything, just silently watching me. But no matter what the situation, whether rich or poor, she will accompany me through every minute.

Underneath the black hood, perhaps a stocking mesh with lace, perhaps that was why she was shy. And that scythe is just to cut through the shackles of the characters and destroy fear, anxiety and other emotions together. The sickle that exists to save me is not to harvest life, but to liberate it.

Yuan Changwen looked to the side and seemed to really see a little girl next door, wearing a black hood and watching him.

She was shy and she bowed her head, she didn't dare to look at me, she didn't even dare to make a sound to affect me. She loves me, so she doesn't interfere with me. She loves me, so she lets me enjoy it as much as I want. She loves me and is willing to see anything that makes me happy.

Even if this kind of thing is to forget her existence.

Are you? My Grim Reaper, you're still there, aren't you? I know, you're never going to leave me. It's me who is not good, who has been ignoring you and keeping you out of memory.

Now, I'm coming back, back to our warm embrace. Thank you for cutting through this damn character, thank you for destroying the fear that binds me, thank you for destroying that false self-definition.

Don't be in a hurry, okay?

I promise you that I will never forget you in the future and be with you all the time.

Behold, the unidentified object is near, and I have dissipated my mental strength and prepared for death.

Will you play for me? Will you look forward to my return?

After so many years, I have wronged you. It's been in the corner, forgotten by me, and I don't say a word. Why are you so stupid? If you like me, just say it, even if the whole world thinks death is a bad thing, you still have me.

Don't worry, I'll be back soon.

Hee-hee, is that you? I see a shadow appearing, are you coming?

Yuan Changwen smiled, ignoring Zhi Brain's warning, dissipated his mental strength, and opened his arms to meet the collision of objects.

This kind of speed is easy to resist with mental power, but it can't be done by the physical body alone. Even if it is the elite of the empire, it can only be done with equipment.

In the flesh alone, death is assured.

The unidentified object slammed down from the sky with a distinctive whistling sound. Some people are far away, standing and watching. There are people who are nearby, but forget to run away because of fear. Some reacted quickly and ran away screaming.

Falling, roaring.

"Huh?"