Super Dimensional Injustice Exchange Group

"You can't beat Mondes right now. Mondes won't self-destruct if left alone. Practice more and then go find him."

Virgil knew this was the truth, so he suppressed his urge to learn the double jump... no, he suppressed his urge to seek revenge on Mendes.

Just like what is said in the introduction of this book, everyone here is a wronged person, including me.

I had a lot of bad past, so I don't like to get close to others, afraid of hurting others, and also afraid of hurting myself. Then under such circumstances, I fell in love with a person, hopelessly in love with him. Then because of what happened in the past, I was involved with him and accidentally lost him. I have always regretted it, desperately, desperately want to find him back. I want to find him. No matter what the cost.

I'm on a path of self-destruction. I want to find him.

Here I advise everyone to cherish the people in front of you. It doesn’t matter what happened in the past. What’s important is to cherish the people in front of you. Don’t let the happiness you have worked so hard to get slip away.

Whether it was offering comfort to others when they encountered psychological problems, or always being willing to lend a small favor when they asked for help on the road, or writing this book to change their originally tragic fate, it was all because of my hope as a monster to change my fate and gain happiness.

I know that I am not a good person, and I do these things just to hope that someone can save me.

I want happiness more than anyone else.

That’s right, my favorite character is probably Mr. Thomas in Saber.

Then, after I met him, because of the stimulation of past events, I ended up destroying my own possibility of happiness with my own hands.

When the only person who could save me showed up, I broke his heart.

He used to treat me as his family, but because of the trauma of the past, I did something stupid when I encountered that situation.

Before I met him, my life was a mess and I was waiting for death every day. It was not until I met him that I had the motivation to live.

Then I accidentally lost him.

My life has returned to the mess it was before, maybe even worse than before.

My health was very poor and I had to take a lot of medicine, but after that incident, I stopped taking all the medicine. It was difficult to muster up the courage to face life again.

Whether it is stomach disease or esophageal rupture, heart disease or eye disease, throat or lung disease, taking medicine can control it.

But mental and psychological illnesses cannot be suppressed by drugs.

I have depression and schizophrenia and was taking medication for them, so I understand it very well, but I stopped taking them recently.

In order to find him, I overcame the shadow of the past, but in the end, I still hadn't overcome the shadow of hurting him.

Before this book, I had always written original works.

Original works can achieve success, but the money earned may be much less than that of fan works. At that time, I had no other pursuits, and I just needed enough money to live on. So I was able to keep working on original works, writing a lot of words, all in stand-alone mode, and I could keep writing.

Then, I met him and regained the motivation to face life. I wanted to find him, so I wanted to earn some money to see him.

I feel deep disgust towards myself for doing this. I feel disgust towards existence itself.

I live in guilt every day, and live every day as if it were my last day.

Go to restaurants you've never been to before, drink beverages you'd never buy before, spend money without scruples, and torture your body without scruples.

I don't know if he felt as much pain as I did when I did that.

It can also be considered as my confession.

I stopped my membership of the novel app and NetEase Cloud Music. Actually, I don’t like the meme of NetEase Cloud Music because it can easily hurt people who are really depressed, but there are so many people who pretend to have this disease to gain sympathy. They are not hurt by this word. Only those who are really sick are hurt.

Some people always think that depression is not as serious as a real terminal illness.

But this thing has a chronic disease card, and the doctor also said that this thing cannot be cured. In addition, I have hereditary cardiac neurosis and neurasthenia, which makes the impact on me even greater.

Normally, there is nothing wrong. Just close your heart and don't believe what others say. It won't affect you.

That’s why I don’t like getting close to people.

Until you start to trust someone, the strange balance in your heart begins to collapse.

And once I trust someone, then only he can help me.

This is what the saying goes: The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it.

Physical illness is an illness, and mental illness is also an illness. In other words, a dead heart is more difficult to cure.

This book has performed very well and is the best book I have ever read, but when the editor asked me this week if I wanted to continue recommending it, I chose to refuse.

Even if you can make a lot of money, what use is it if there are no people around you who care about you?

I really like the work "Danganronpa".

Because I myself am sinking in despair, but I long for hope more than anyone else.

I was lucky, and even won several prizes in the lottery at Station B. But I was also very unlucky, and never won the first prize. When the FGO uncle gave out money, I won the second prize. At that time, many people believed that the uncle had never given out money. The person next to me was one of them, until I became the evidence.

When you are lucky, you can be promoted from Mahjong Players to Mahjong Ho, and then fall from Mahjong Ho to Mahjong Players.

When I played Yu-Gi-Oh, everyone called me a seal or a dog, but I never won first place in any competition, whether it was a small group competition or a large competition.

I have never studied Yu-Gi-Oh seriously. I got into Yu-Gi-Oh OCG because I was pulled into a friendly match against Yu-Gi-Oh YGO.

When I first started playing cards, I knew nothing and didn't know how to build a deck. Even now, I still don't know how to build a deck. Even if I get a new deck, I won't practice playing against the AI ​​alone. Instead, I will go directly to the friendly match to play.

Even so, I can still win with my shitty luck.

When I play the Magician deck, I will play three Targons of Dawn. When it comes to the end of the 1v3 friendly match, when facing the Subterranean Tribe, I can play Feather Sweep P1+P8 and three Targons.

I also added three Iai draw cards to the deck, and everyone who played cards with me was killed many times by Iai draw cards.

No matter what rank you are in, you can still fit into the minimum level of the current rank. But when I actually play League of Legends, I always directly collect the ranking essence account, and never go from level 3 to level 30 by myself. Before that, the highest level I played this game was level .

Whether you are playing League of Legends, Onmyoji or CSGO, you can integrate into the segmentation and be one level higher.

Everything I do is a little bit worse.

It seems that I have a lot of friends, but I can't have a good relationship with any one of them individually.

I finally had a close friend, but I lost it myself.

A loneliness that comes from the heart and is destined to happen.

I really like the character of Chiaki Nanami, but I never pair other characters with Nanami.

I desire happiness and I also hope to see others’ happiness.

I also like to support couples. When I see two promising couples in the group, I will try my best to bring them together.

I still remember that the last couple didn't get together for some reasons, and I said I would take the man to find the woman.

To others, I am so brave.

I am so timid and inferior to myself.

Unfortunately, they still didn't get together. I didn't take the man to find the woman.

I have also mailed my antidepressants to friends who had some psychological problems, and I also went directly to see a friend who had a mental breakdown and was almost committing suicide.

I am like this, feeling desperate but also hopeful about life.

Everything I do is a little bit worse.

Just like this book, it's on the click list, accidentally, but it just can't climb into the top ten.

My previous book reached the second place in the click list, but never reached the first place. And I didn’t make much money from that book, because the performance was good, but because of my illness, I couldn’t update it steadily, and in the end I just reluctantly continued to write.

Later, another original book started with less than 200 orders, and after writing for a long time, it was recommended by the BOSS. Then it went from less than 200 orders to 2,000 orders, but stopped before the 3,000 orders mark. For the author of Cat, 3,000 orders is a hurdle. 3,000 orders is in the realm of high-quality products. Once 3,000 orders are reached, one can enter the high-quality group.

Even if this book didn't get 4 orders, I would be very satisfied. I was planning to use the money from this book to buy a computer to play PV's just-released Resident Evil . When I was finally trying to scrape together the money to buy a new computer, something happened at home and a family member ran into someone else, so I had to use the royalties I had on hand to make up the difference.

I didn't get the money and I didn't buy a computer, and I was thinking about finishing this book. But then I got dry eyes, a complication of COVID-19, which prevented me from seeing the light. I had to close my eyes and type, so my efficiency was not that high, and I couldn't write the article in advance and save it for revision. For a competitor like me, it was easy to fail.

It seems like I can do everything, but in reality I can do nothing.

Every time it’s just a little bit short.

I did not become unfortunate because of this luck, but my luck is always accompanied by flaws.

I am more desperate than anyone else. I hate existence itself and long for the peace after death when my soul is scattered.

And more hopeful than anyone else, to help others as much as possible, to make their future better.

More than anyone else, I hope that no one will remember my disappearance, yet I dance without hesitation in my last moments.

More evil than anyone else, his mind is constantly filled with thoughts of destroying and hurting others.

And I try harder than anyone else to be a good person and help others at the cost of my life.

I love this world more than anyone else, and I hate this world more than anyone else.

I hate contacting and communicating with people in real life, but I can never ignore someone if they ask for help.

The encounters between people are really wonderful. For example, during this period, I encountered a reader's comment on Dianniang, especially he was in the same province as me. When I decided to close the game, I met the UP host who said he would post my game on Bilibili. The friend who was originally offline and ready to break up found me in another author group that I forgot to delete, so I had to accompany them as much as possible during this period. They didn't understand my desperation, they just called me because they were short of people to play mahjong, and I was called by chance.

Just like that, luck and misfortune dance together.

Hesitating between hope and despair.

I am hesitating between having talent and not having talent.

It's only between evil and good. Try not to cause trouble to others as much as possible.

The decks I am best at and like the most are still the decks that pit Beat, Sky Striker, Poltergeist, Trickster, or Thunderlord Skateboard. These are the decks that I am most familiar with playing.

But I always wait until they are at their strongest and then play them a little slower.

Everything is a little bit off.

I know that this is my only chance of happiness.

But still, it's a little off.

I'm always missing something.

During these last few times, the deck I chose to play was still the Cyber ​​Dragon.

The final choice may be the last dance of this life struggling to live in this world.

Even when playing Yu-Gi-Oh, when the jungler encounters newbies who don't know anything, he can't help but want to teach them how to use some cards.

I was more desperate than anyone else. No matter how many people tried to persuade me, I just couldn't listen.

I have more hope than anyone else. Until I die, I am waiting for someone to come. Waiting for his words, I can continue to live.

I want to die without worrying about anything. I want to live and wait for him.

Actually, I also read the long review in the book review section. Thank you for liking this book. But I usually don’t read the reviews when I write before. Because it always affects my mood. But now I often like to read the reviews and posts.

This book seems to be full of plots and very joyful, but I am a very gloomy person.

I rarely cut books because of poor grades. I cut books because of practical reasons, not grades. I also write every day. After all, I have lost all my interests and emotions now.

The day before yesterday, I was waiting for other author friends to play mahjong, but they all had things to do, so I wrote six chapters a day.

I actually have a lot of them saved.

But before Hedgehog Cat is put on the shelves, unless I want to rush to the list, I can't release many chapters, otherwise it will affect the recommendation and performance. So I will only release two chapters a day.

I have no interest or passion, so I can just sit in front of the computer and strain myself.

I have no interest in playing any games by myself, but in a situation where I don’t know when humanity will be erased and they come to me inexplicably, I want to accompany them for as long as possible.

Perhaps in the end, this fake creature can only pretend to be human for a period of time.

On a dark rainy night, a person walked alone on the road, listening to Kenshi Yonezu's "Loser" and dancing to his heart's content.

Or perhaps you pursue a person relentlessly until he or she reveals all your animal desires.

Or on New Year's Eve, you can sit alone on the dam, smell the burning cow dung on the haystack, and look at the Yangtze River over there.

Or maybe you cry and laugh while talking on the phone with friends.

Walking in the train station, I saw a girl squatting on the ground crying next to me, and I didn’t know whether I should go over to comfort her.

Or you may tell your friends about wanting to destroy things and release your animal urges.

There was also the kindness of someone passing on change to me on the bus.