I was the only one living in hell, suffering and the flames. Everyone is very happy and happy, doing the so-called life events, enjoying the so-called life.

I'm alone, throwing myself into the lava like a madman, not even giving myself a chance to escape. For normal people, this is not an escape, but a reasonable way to avoid negative emotions and naturally want to be happy.

I'm the only one who is "reversing", I'm not the character of Yuan Changwen, and I still talk about the happiness of bullshit?

There is nothing to catch and nothing to catch. The point is that all of this, whatever I cherish, will disappear in the end. I'm trying to grasp something I can't grasp at all, and this forcible twist only consumes a lot of energy.

And fear, as if it has been urging me to keep injecting energy, not to let go and not to discard. When did this kind of distorted words and deeds that grasp the distortion in the mind start to become a kind of positivity?

This is a society of characters, a stage full of characters, and it is natural to hold on to the characters firmly. What's more, without the role, there would be no me, and this thinking would not exist either.

As for whether it's a template role or a custom role, I don't care. Falsehood is falsehood, and this is something that cannot be changed. Maybe I praise falsehood, maybe I admire falsehood, maybe I marvel at the beauty of the world made by falsehood, but it's still false.

Compared to the black reality, the false is beautiful and full of life. However, that's not a reason for me to stop killing, so I'm going to keep moving if it's not over yet.

The words and deeds of any plump character are an obstacle. Although it can bring a lot of pleasant feelings, such as the praise and envy of others, such as the joy of achieving oneself, such as the excitement of finally achieving one's goal, an obstacle is an obstacle.

There is no evidence that fear is the hindrance, or that the negative is the hindrance. Positive things can also be a hindrance.

When I'm not done with the kill, but I'm stuck in place by something and don't want to move on, that's an obstacle. Whatever the content is, right, the definition of an obstacle has nothing to do with the specific content.

I don't know where I'm or when it's all going to end. However, there is no need to know, anyway, if you don't finish the killing, you have to continue to kill. Could it be that I know that there are still ten years left before the end of the killing, so I won't kill it?

The point is, I don't want to go back in time, to the days when I was at the mercy of the twists in my head. It's like climbing a mountain, I've walked not in some green grass, but in a pile of shit, how can I want to go back?

In other words, I was dropping dog shit while climbing, and these shit was the basis for the character of Yuan Changwen, and the whole Yuan Changwen was made up of a pile of dog shit. Going back in time means picking up the shit I threw away and putting it back on my body.

It's disgusting to think about.

And the weird thing is that when I stand on the top of the mountain, it means that I throw away all the shit all over my body. And the character of Yuan Changwen itself is composed of all shit, and throwing away all the shit means the disappearance of the role of Yuan Changwen.

So, who's standing on the top of the mountain? No one is on the top of the mountain, no character is on the top of the mountain.

Enter the limits of infinity, no longer limitations.

I began to think about these baseless things, "I exist" is the end of knowledge, and any attempt to describe "I exist" is just speculation.

There's still a lot to slash and think about the truth is just a hindrance to my slashing. This obstacle is difficult to overcome, as if the inquiry into the truth is a matter of course, and assuming that I know the truth will naturally get rid of the false.

Are you sure?

I already know that the distortions in my mind are false, but why haven't I gotten rid of them yet?

It's fear. Isn't it terrifying to think about a life that doesn't use your brains, a life that relies on your feelings and the so-called flow of the current? It's like trying to let go of the rudder and let the ship of life drift with the tide in the midst of stormy seas.

The strange thing is that once you let go, you will find that those stormy waves are just your own imagination. The ship of life had not yet set off, and I steered it at the helm on the dock with intense fear.

What the hell.

The fears of your own imagination, the stories you weave, all the stuff is built on the distortions in your head, and then you take these speculations and assumptions as true. While it's very likely that the horror will happen, it still doesn't change the fact that these things are just "what I think".

Unreal is unreal, and I don't have any qualifications to control me.

The distortion in my head is false, the whole world is false, and I am false. This sense of layering, when I think I see through some falsehood, is still in some kind of falsehood.

Even the killing itself is a kind of falsehood, and in the end it all has to be abandoned. All of them are just visual elements that we perceive at the moment, and have nothing to do with reality. Or rather, there is not a shred of truth in this world.

Layer upon layer, as if it couldn't penetrate all falsehoods. But how could something that would penetrate all the false, non-existent things control me?

The reason why the distortion in the brain is arrogant is because of the protection of emotions, and if you cut off your emotions, you can only wait for death. What do I have to worry about? This character is not me, all this degree does not exist, no one will suffer, what is the difference between those worries and fears and imagining the stormy waves on the shore?

How can you do without income?

Which of these things is not an affirmative sentence derived from a distortion in the mind? Which one is not wishful thinking?

If it's not omniscient, then it's prejudice. I can say that it's "I think", just like I think my foot hurts a little, it's all subjective, it's just "I think". Not qualified to rise to the level of the real at all, what I think is true?

Maybe for me, what I think is everything, and I can only realize what I think, so I think society is very realistic, so I have to work hard. There's nothing wrong with that, but this "I think" itself isn't true.

Is Mom still here?

Yuan Changwen felt that he had been hollowed out of his strength, and he couldn't concentrate his thoughts at all. The twist in his mind seems to be tenacious, and the false means seem to be numerous, and he has no strength to continue to kill.

I was so tired, and all of a sudden I was surrounded by a sense of tiredness. The arm that slashed with the knife seemed to be able to no longer be raised, but the footsteps that wanted to continue to move forward stood firmly in place.

What's wrong with me? Is it all stuck here?

Anyway, it's just the role of Yuan Changwen, and that awareness won't hurt in the slightest anyway.