A lot of times I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't answered that call at the time.

I guess it's HAPPYEND in some sense, right? All the commissions were done, and everything related to them was cut in two. It's like a mission in an RPG novice village, and you won't go back after handing in the mission.

Even if it's called a hero, or if it's called a demon king, it's something that doesn't feel real anyway. It's just a connection, a friend's sister, a friend's sister's friend, this kind of marginal relationship that can't even be called a third-rate. When a third-rate thing insults a first-class existence, whoever it is will be angry, right? Therefore, there is naturally no burden of conscience when abandoned.

It's a long sigh of relief.

Relationships have always been colored in my eyes. Useful people are bright yellow, friends are mild pale green, and relatives are reassuring dark browns. Others are bright, but useless metallic colors.

They do shine, but they don't mean anything. Whether it's a conversation or a complaint, it's just to maintain that bright color. With utilitarianism, he wasted time and did not say anything sincere. I just think so. They think they're the same, but they just need to socialize.

Therefore, you will not feel pain if you cut it off, and you will not feel distressed if you break off your relationship. It can even be said that most of the source of pain is due to the weight of that building. The shadow of the years has caused me far more distress than the distress of severing the connection between two beautiful girls. After all, I still have a long life ahead of me, and as long as I work hard, there will be no problem. Even if you retreat, then as long as you force yourself forward and push yourself to the peak again, then there will be no problem.

There is no so-called limit, not to call yourself as a normal human being, just to exchange, think, and exchange again. He even made a relationship table to organize his thoughts. Everything is available. The current high school life is only a temporary pause, and I still have to wait for the next wave of shocks, and I still have to move forward like that.

It's just such a simple belief, a firm belief in such an unreasonable belief. Methodically measure your limit, constantly push yourself to the limit, and then read out the limit data, waiting for the moment of collapse.

I don't know what other people think, and I don't understand what other people think. The only thing you can believe in is yourself.

With the commission, it will be completed, and with the task, it will be advanced, and it is just like that. Simple, without any confusion, like a machine moving forward. The distant lights don't belong to me, the noisy temple fairs don't belong to me, and all that belongs to me is the small study room and the network that constantly refreshes the data. Nothing has changed.

The pitch-black wind blows through the city, and confetti swirls around the street corners. Everyone's eyes were silent and numb. No matter who it is, they are all dressed in black, and they clearly cut off the surrounding world. A high wall was built in the heart. There is no need to understand each other, and there is no need to understand each other. Everyone is just like a cog, calmly sliding from one track to another under the inertia of society. There is no nostalgia and entanglement.

Past acquaintances fade away in time, and current acquaintances communicate superficially. All the conversation is on the surface. Hobbies, society, weather, ideas, opinions about other people, always communicate like this.

When a person wakes up from the bed mountain, he finds that he no longer has the inertia to move forward, his body is empty, and the numb void has spread to his whole body, I believe that it is time for him to decide to die. I used to think so, but the fear of dying gave the hollow a dark color.

My own dreams, I myself are no longer clear. There is no goal to move forward, no reason to work hard. It's just simple, moving forward according to the small requirements of others. It's like an RPG has finished the main quest and cleared the side quests in the sandbox. Indifferently watching the data on the taskbar continue to increase and decrease, the enthusiasm in his heart has long since turned into nothingness, and only the inertia driven by the force of the road is left to keep moving forward.

Yesterday, I had a dream that I hadn't had for a long time.

The high school life in my dreams was not as monotonous as it was now, nor was it as fake as I appeared. It's pure, without a hint of heterochromy, as the light novel describes the perfect high school life.

I dreamed that I didn't experience that high fever, but went to school as an ordinary person, was bullied as an ordinary person, and became a boy with a dark mind. I want to pursue something but can't pursue it, and I want something but I can only be trampled on. In the long run, I can only keep telling myself that I am just a mortal, a cautious but extremely determined person.

Then, under the guidance of Shizuna Hiratsuka's teacher, I came to the ministry department. It was love at first sight under the snow where she was reading a book, and she had a vision of perfection for her awe-inspiring and correct figure. Then, familiar figures joined in. I met ordinary friends in a normal class. Because of the tennis incident, he became friends with Ayaka Tozuka.,I didn't have the ability to persuade the wood wood seat.,And stumbled to persuade Yubihama with his own ideas.,And she also climbed into a relationship.。

It's really beautiful. Life like that. Just as I dreamed, although I was impatient, and I was completely resistant. But they are alive and real. Truly oppose with your own heart, and truly witness with your own deeds. Although there are many unreasonable scenes, they are true. They laughed and cried in that dream, and they were really distressed for those people. Even mistakes can grow, it's just a story like that. That warmth, that kind of campus youth, that feeling of being careful to touch, still made me cry unconsciously.

A drop of sewage in a barrel of wine is also a barrel of sewage. The things you dream of are often things that you will never get. For what I can't get, I'm always looking forward to it, stretching out my hand and longing for the impossible salvation.

But that kind of pure, trouble-free high school life, I don't think I will be able to achieve it in my life.

That's what I thought.

I thought this way until a metallic figure began to glow wonderfully.

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