In fact, since a long time ago, I have noticed that I seem to be getting weirder and weirder.

I...is not resistant to murder.

In my otaku era, I was just an ordinary student. I lived my life at school and after school every day. When I was leisurely, I hid in my room to watch anime.

Eat, sleep, study, animation, this is my life.

Killing is a very distant thing for me. Not to mention killing people, I have never seen a body before.

Looking back at that time, it feels really wonderful.

When did I start killing people, and when did I first kill people, I have completely forgotten.

Then, I began to fall and kill people like irritation.

This situation became more and more intense after coming to the moon world.

I was longing for blood and killing, just like a monster roaring in my heart, telling me... If you want to kill people, you have to kill many people. Only in this way can you feel the feeling of living.

If you don't kill someone, you're just a walking zombie.

Kill people, kill people, kill people, kill people, kill people...

In a daze, I fell into this strange vortex and enjoyed the pleasure of killing. If I do it, I can't help myself.

If this continues, I will be swallowed.

I understand that I shouldn't go on like this, but I find myself feeling entangled by countless monsters, trapped in a swamp abyss, slowly watching myself and gradually sinking.

Until a few days, Roya's words suddenly woke me up.

I have become a monster, a monster who desires to kill, likes blood, and ravages others to gain pleasure.

What kind of daydreaming is such an ugly monster?

This sentence shot into my heart like a sharp arrow, making me crazy and suddenly woke up.

What happened to me, what happened, and why did it become like this?

I... don't want to be a monster.

"It's very simple, you're obsessed." The uncle said to the point.

Since I solved Luo Ya, I locked myself in the room for a whole week. The uncle came from Tokyo and after listening to my story, he gave such an answer.

"Into the devil?"

"That's right, I'm possessed!" The uncle nodded affirmatively, "I didn't see the fairy tale novel."

I nodded. I read many classic novels during the age of Otaku, the legend of mortals cultivating immortals, the immortal rebellion, the Yang God, the immortal life, the immortal world...

"Then you should understand the chill of the word "Devil".

I looked at him with contempt, "Uncle, magic only has the backlash, no one can get possessed by the devil."

"Fart." The uncle said viciously: "What does the devil here have to do with magic? What I mean by devil means is a very extreme approach, not a devil. Have you ever heard of that? If you have paranoid mind, it is a demon."

"Uncle, that's the supreme true demon."

"Don't make trouble." The uncle hit my head hard, with a look of regret. "When I speak, stop interrupting me ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Looking at the extremely crazy uncle, I nodded helplessly.

"That's right, where I just said."

"Particular!"

Bang! He slapped hard on the head, and the uncle glanced at me sideways, "Didn't I say don't interrupt?"

I nodded, but my eyes were staring at this guy with cold eyes. After solving this problem, I wouldn't plot against you, uncle bastard.

"By the way, I forgot when you hit the crossovers. Where did you say just now?"

"Particular!" I spoke subconsciously.

Bang!

"Don't interrupt." The uncle said with a smile.

boom!

I burst out, and the magic power burst out from my body like a huge mountain torrent, "You are looking for death, uncle!"

The uncle snorted coldly, "Then let me try it." As he said that, a more terrifying force erupted from his body and pressed towards me fiercely.

Whether it is quantity or quality, the uncle's magic is definitely above me, but since it can be combined with the power of the earth veins, I can guarantee that it will be fine to slap the uncle to death with one slap.

However, I can't do such a crazy thing. After fighting with my uncle with my real strength, the two of them almost destroyed the entire hotel.

Afterwards, our group had to change places so that the topic of my uncle and I could continue.

The uncle said that I was possessed and was immersed in this road.

There is nothing wrong with killing. The wrong thing is to treat killing as being as eating and drinking water. We can kill people, but we cannot be immersed in killing people. We regard killing as a kind of enjoyment and a kind of fun.

That's no longer a human, but a monster.

They no longer have the so-called heart, they are just a killing machine.

There is nothing wrong with killing Nero, and there is no need to regret it.

Finally, the uncle told me that I would do what I wanted to do, and don’t just want to kill, and don’t be afraid or afraid.

The seven emotions and six desires are the real human beings. Without the seven emotions and six desires, human beings cannot be called human beings.

In many novels, the protagonist is a powerful man who kills the world. He will never be troubled by killing people, nor will hesitate or be confused because of this. He will not be confused, hesitate, or ruthless.

Because that's just a novel, many people can put the word "kill" on their lips, but they won't really do it.

Killing means that you have to erase a living life.

A human being who can cry, laugh, have seven emotions and six desires, have his own life, his own family, and his own story.

Before killing him, have you already realized to bear this sin?

Killing is not a game or a joke.

In the eyes of many people, the true ancestors and the Dead Men are no longer humans. Perhaps this is true. They are not qualified to be called humans, but they are qualified to be called humans.

Because they still have the heart.

One day, if you lose your heart, then you will lose the qualification to be called a human being.

At that time, you were a complete... monster.

...

The uncle came in a hurry and left casually. He waved his hand and did not take away a star. All he left was a big gossip of gossip, which was very serious.

Finally, I seemed to understand something. The night passed, and the next day, the sun shone into the room. I raised my head, walked to the mirror, looked at myself in the mirror, and my eyes were dazed, and I saw myself again.
Chapter completed!