He Becomes Stronger When He Is Weak, and the Protagonist Is so Angry That He Vomits Blood.

It turns out that I have lived vigorously for twenty years, and I am just a clown set up to set off the greatness of the protagonist? All my joys and sorrows, all my love and hatred, are they just tools to promote the development of the plot? "Heh..." Ridiculous, so fucking ridiculous! Why? Why am I born to be a stepping stone for others? Why should my family and my life be destroyed for a fictional protagonist? Fuck the protagonist, screw the plot! I quit! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.