The Fantasy Turned Me into an Alien Species

I don't like this kind of life. Since then, more and more people have become obsessed with the fantasy of a virtual negative body. I just knew they were going crazy. I don't think they're tired of this squeezed eternity. It turns out that they are like players seduced by arrogant lust. It sucks the world like a natural disaster. Oh, I'm so sorry, it turns out they destroyed their own world. The virtual process is unstoppable, and it is up to the damned era to do their final rampage. The world, I look forward to its destruction and rebirth. I'm just an ordinary person, and the ones who blow the horn of riot are the lighthouses symbiosis with the black hole. They led the fanatics to set the mountains and forests on fire. Want to break the center of order. The foundation of society and the end point of civilization. To the final overthrow and rewriting of the world. My face is black and white. The black ones are the messiness on my appearance, my clothes are stained and my body is mutilated. The white ones are the embers produced by my mediocre soul burning itself, trying to exchange for the last bit of vitality. Civilization doesn't care, I care! The world doesn't care, I do! Everyone is going crazy, I'm going crazy! Weirdness is destroying, I contain it! I don't care about me, I'm not from this world, I'm just a foreigner. But I care about what I have collected in this world. It may be rights, it may be strength, or it may be a doll that I don't want to give up. That's it! I will let the gift go back on me!