Yuan Changwen was very depressed, and this was the first time he was depressed after admitting that he had not taken the first step.

Originally, I thought that this was a normal emotional alternation on the road of slashing.

But now it seems that he obviously didn't take the first step, but he was still depressed, and even began to cry inexplicably.

The world is not real, what else is real?

Yuan Changwen kept asking himself this question, constantly wanting to touch the truth. However, the power of the character has lasted for nearly a million years, and the time for self-definition and manipulation of human beings is as long as the time implied by the word human.

The act of killing a character is like a child jumping into the sea with a fruit knife to kill a beluga whale.

There are also people and things in my head, constantly whistling, making me make up stories and fantasy scenarios to defeat them.

I really don't understand what is the attraction of this kind of victory over the people and things in my head, which makes me repeat it over and over again.

Sometimes, you don't even notice that you're fantasizing!

Also, he never thinks about the problems on the road to killing, but directly imagines the scene after the successful killing. That freedom, that ease, and then unbridled teaching to others, gaining the honor of worship.

Haha, who is fantasizing about the role, and after the killing, there is no longer even a role, who will fantasize?

If you have a fantasy, it proves that the character exists, indicating that you have not succeeded in killing at all.

Just like me, I think I'm on the path to truth. In fact, I didn't even take the first step.

Think about it, why did you embark on this path?

It seems that the boundaries of the justification are not obvious. It seems that I am wrapped in a sense of unreality, and I want to find the truth. But gradually, it seems that there is an unknown force behind it.

Who knows!

I'm still being manipulated by the characters, alas, every time I think about it, I always feel very sad. It's not that I don't know the character exists, but I know it but I can't do anything about it.

It's not that there is no way to kill, but that you don't want to kill.

While disgusted by the smell of shit, he held on to the shit firmly.

That's me, a coward.

Yuan Changwen suddenly remembered that as described in "The Song of the World-Honored One", when Arjuna saw the battlefield, this great warrior actually fell to the ground and was unwilling to start a war.

That's how I was, falling like a coward. For the presence of the characters, there is no anger, no hatred, only a touch of irritability.

Moreover, the target of the irritability is not the character itself, but the noise in the head. Every person and thing in my head was sent in by my own hands.

But now, he drove me away as a master and took my brain for himself.

Attaboy.

Again, you don't deserve to occupy my brain. Well, now it seems, my statement seems weak. It doesn't matter, sooner or later you will all dissipate.

One at a time, even if this one lasts for a year or two, I will not give up.

Either I die or you die.

Until then, I'm not looking for anything to distract me. As long as I live, then killing you is my priority.

No, it's the only task.

I'm not going to pretend I'm too busy to pay attention to you wicked people and things. I'm free, I'm free every day, let me see how long you can be tenacious.

I know that you are not evil, but even very kind. Those who have a good vision, those who are strong in the face of adversity, and those who are unwilling to sink in despair are all people and things worthy of praise.

Unfortunately, you shouldn't be arguing in my head.

I'm just so domineering, I'm just so unreasonable. That's right, it's because you're so noisy that I'm going to kill you. There is no indiscriminate, no righteous judgment, no careful investigation, all of them will die.

I don't know what the consequences will be, maybe this life is just hovering on the edge, and it is even possible that this life will be stuck in the same place.

So what!

Come on, let me go crazy, let me be angry, let me start slashing!

In this life, in this life, I will not let you go. It's too noisy, it's noisy all the time, what do you think of my head?

Come if you want?

Posterior?

What's that?

Plan?

What's that bullshit?

There is no back road, no plan, only direction.

Slash, forward, slash, further.

These are the guidelines, the guidelines that require total dedication, the war that recklessly lays down all hopes.

If you fall to the ground, can you only moan on the ground, or can you stand up bravely and start slashing self-definition?

I do not know.

Can you stand up?

I don't think about a backup plan B anymore, and I don't have any "if this doesn't work out, then what's okay". If you don't succeed in killing, then die.

Anyway, no one can escape death.

Perhaps, I will lose my income, lose my food, lose my self-esteem, lose my body, lose my family, lose my care, and lose my humanity because of the killing......

Who TM cares!

You quarrel, let you quarrel in my head!

It's a competition, whether the flesh dies first, or if I kill the character first.

I don't dare, that's right, I don't dare to throw it all in. I'm scared, I'm scared, and that's why I know almost all the theories, and I still haven't taken the first step.

Am I not the main character, and the whole universe was not created for me?

Why am I still so cowardly? The magistrates will despise me!

I don't know what I'm afraid of myself, maybe it's the character's protection mechanism to prevent someone from accidentally falling into the path of slashing.

Character, as bad as I say about you, I must admit that my presence has brought me a lot of fun. I wouldn't be in this world without you.

But, you guys are really too noisy.

So, I'll kill you. Maybe your strength makes it impossible for me to start, and maybe your deception will make me stand on the edge of the cliff for the rest of my life, just don't jump off the cliff.

Even, you will mislead me into thinking that I have jumped off a cliff, just like the previous deception.

Still, I'm going to kill you. Bet the time of my life, stake my honor as the first man of the Empire, and I will kill you.

It's not some kind of passionate pride, nor is it some kind of anger and vow not to be a person.

I'll kill you, that's all, even if there's no anger, even if there's no hatred, I'm going to kill you.

That's it, maybe I'm like an idiot, shouting at some character. Perhaps, you will miss out on what successful career, family, and so on. Perhaps, I will be lonely for the rest of my life, because I may not be able to take the first step for decades.

Who knows?

I'm going to kill you, that's it.

No passion, no impulse, no gnashing of teeth, desperate words like ashes, I'm going to kill you.

Will it be successful?

I do not know.