Destroy it all, whatever it is, and destroy it.

I don't need a good life, I don't need to plan to plan, the characters are disgusting or stinking twists.

All of them will die, and I will kill them with my own hands.

Without the existence of characters, after the killing is completed, it must be a deep estrangement.

I no longer see the characters as real, the world is moving away from me, and the sense of estrangement brings with it a sense of overwhelm.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me, so what is going on here?

I knew I'd face this, but that's not a reason to stop, and just thinking about Mom makes me feel like I have to kill it.

All kinds of nonsense linger in the mind, all kinds of distortions are arrogant and presumptuous there, nothing is true, don't pretend to be true.

When someone bullies my mother, I want to stand up, and I can't even tolerate not standing up.

Character attributes, reactions that seem to be real, and normal actions are still just artificially distorted.

I can choose to stand up or not to stand up, rather than being pulled and forced to stand up.

Why did my mom get hurt and I had to stand up?

It seems that this question does not need to be answered at all, but putting the question here, there is no answer at all.

What is normal is not necessarily true.

Artificially distorted, but still arrogant here, it's obviously a self-written and self-directed thing, always pretending to be real.

Resist with emotion, pull with emotion, as if I shouldn't have asked this question at all.

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Unreal is unreal, and strong emotions don't protect against that.

No matter how many people agree, even if the whole world thinks it is reasonable, it is still untrue.

Without me, the character itself is not real, is there any need to discuss the role related?

Unfortunately, I couldn't just throw the character away, I had to tear it apart little by little.

And these character attributes are things that must be killed.

There are so many things that can be easily diverted, and I seem to like that diversion as well.

I don't have to face the slash, and when I come back to my senses, it seems that some time has passed.

Unfortunately, the urge to kill will come at that time, and even, even on the way to divert attention, you will remember that none of this is real.

Death, it's just a picture element, what is there to cherish.

Characters are always just characters, and I'm going to smash them and smash them into scum.

Mom is just an NPC, a special NPC.

But in fact, which NPC is exactly the same?

So, every NPC is special, but Mom seems to be closer to me.

It's a pity that this is just that the picture elements are often presented, or in other words, there is often the NPC of the mother in the picture elements presented.

Throw away Mom, kill Mom, let Mom destroy.

Let the character be shattered, let the devouring feeling completely swallow the character, there is nothing worth keeping.

Without me, the role of Yuan Changwen has nothing to do with me.

Always ignoring this, the pull of emotions seems to subconsciously make me ignore the reality of the character.

Destroy it all, ruin your life, ruin your life.

The idea of "not allowing your life to be ruined" is itself just a grasp of fear, just an emotional tug.

It's to ruin life, it's to destroy the anchor, and it's all nonsense.

Die, let me let go of my hands and jump into the cliff completely.

No matter what bizarre things happen, it's just a picture element.

I clearly felt that my hands were still firmly grasping the falsehood, and the feeling of wanting to let go but not daring to let go was very obvious.

I didn't feel it before, maybe, this is an improvement.

It's not over yet, the shattering is spreading, and the characters are collapsing.

I don't have any reason to let my guard down until it's done.

The false means are so terrible that no one knows what will happen.

There is no me, it is not me who kills, and it is not me who does not kill, all of them are picture elements.

Does it have anything to do with me?

Constant explosions, devouring, and vomiting permeate the entire body without breaking through the character's confines.

There are character attributes everywhere, and my words and deeds are almost enriching the characters.

It's not that you can't see what you're grabbing, it's that you're unwilling to admit what you're grabbing.

This world has nothing to do with me anymore, and those thoughts like "what should I do at this age" must be destroyed.

It's not just about motivation, it's not just about fear, I shouldn't be there.

It's all false, it's all distorted, what else is there to say.

The shattering of the character was imperative, and I couldn't think of any situation that would make me voluntarily give up on slashing.

Destroying life, destroying the good, these things are themselves false.

I'm holding on to the anchor, and all that sounds good is a piece of shit.

There is only abuse, and what else is there to discuss.

Let life be shattered, let all those horrible things happen, and see how the characters die.

What can't happen?

What can't happen?

Emotions are pulling, fear is at work, and there is nothing to hide.

Those anchors that are obscured by emotions are the things that must be killed, and they are the key to the broken characters.

To hell with any secrets, any life, any future, and any future.

When the character is about to die, the entire picture element will recede, and there will be a clear sense of estrangement.

The whole person is like being in a dark space, watching a character named Yuan Changwen stage a play there.

No matter what I'm panicking about, it's just a pull of emotions, it's just a twisted self-directed mind.

I don't need to discuss whether the characters will profit from these horrors or not, it's the unreality that counts.

Even if these horrible things are really scary, they do hurt the characters, and they are losers in this life, they are still unreal.

When I think of those horrible things, and when I think of allowing those horrible things to happen, I feel inexplicable tension in my heart.

I want to hold on to my existing life, I want to say no to those horrible events.

I have to let go, there's nothing to argue about, these entanglements and these falsehoods are just self-written and self-directed twisted in my head.

Unreal is unreal, and there is no room for negotiation at all.

You can fear me, you can pull me, this is the presentation of the elements of the picture, which I am powerless to fight.

But I'm still going to kill, and I still know it's not real.

If it doesn't work once, just continue, if it doesn't work, continue again.

I don't need to know that my slash can help me slash it, it's just slashing, it's just disgusting the twist in my head.

On the contrary, thinking that one's own efforts can lead to success is itself something that needs to be killed.

There is fear standing behind me, which makes me keep cheering myself up and keep working hard or something.

It's all, there is no universe, and there is no me.

It's all wishful thinking, and it's quite certain that it's true, isn't this brainwashing?