I Became a Scumbag Because of My Secret Identity

The text description is obviously too concise, the plot explanation is like a riddle, and the plot is extremely jumpy, but I can understand it and find the plot exciting and exciting. This writing style is so great

Read this article from cover to cover. The XP embodied in the author's misunderstood script, vest characters, etc. Resonates with me. The original world view setting, self-fulfilling prophecy plot, the relationship between murdering gods and biological evolution, etc., Make me admire the aura reflected in it, so I can tolerate countless sentence inconsistencies and logical loopholes. During the reading process, I was greatly moved by the author's relatively attentive portrayal of the relationship between the protagonist and his sweetheart. However, at the end, it was obvious that the author was in a hurry to finish the story, and he was perfunctory in reaching a new level. The world view was completed, and the character image was also catastrophically shaped. I had to write my own pen and write down the ending I imagined. It was by no means a writing guide, but to give the best thing in my mind to the story that moved me. I hope the author enjoyed reading it. OOC, limited literary talent, please forgive me. "I am Yi Sheng... Right?" The doctor finally asked the question that he did not dare to ask. There was some sadness in his eyes as he looked at the director. His feelings in the dark had already told him that this was the case, but he still held on to a faint hope that his omnipotent and omniscient Fa Xiao could say otherwise, so that he could even deny the facts. The director didn't answer the question: "I can't leave, as I said." The Sword of Damocles above the doctor's head fell. The misery of their world began with a murder, a child who died protecting a treasure that was not his, and an author who ignorantly took the life of a friend. The grown-up is that child who came to a world that does not belong to him and still sacrifices everything to protect them; he himself is the author and still knows nothing. How could something so ridiculous happen? The doctor knew that there were too many clues about Yi Sheng's identity. The distant observer's perspective that he entered many times, his powers that inexplicably grew more and more powerful, the extraterrestrial monsters that he easily saw and solved... His connection with the creator of the world was so conclusive. But at the same time, there was a strong sense of unreality lingering in my chest that lingered. The atmosphere has reached this point, shouldn't he awaken his past life memories? Why is he still a bystander in the story? His sensibility still cannot come from his heart to think that he is the one who has experienced those lives that he cannot remember at all. He couldn't pretend to be Yi Sheng's apology and atonement to the director. "Don't be indifferent to this world," the director emphasized. "I don't stay here to save the world because of other people's calculations." Yes, he always knew how much his dear boss cared about them and the world. Director's time travel is like a conspiracy of the world. This person is so outstanding, so dazzling, and so in love with all things in the world, he will definitely try his best to find a way to prevent the death of the world. It is precisely because of this that he cares more about his strengths than the world, the doctor thought, more than two worlds. The doctor believes that as long as the world can be saved, the director is willing to sacrifice himself, just as as long as the director can be saved, he is willing to sit back and watch the destruction of this hopeless world. But can one person really save the world? Even if he is the amnesia incarnation of the author, he cannot do anything... "There is a way, doctor." The director smiled, as always, like a miracle. The doctor looked at him blankly, but the director did not continue, but slowly said: "Doctor, I have been friends with you for much longer than in the other world. I don't want to be angry with you about the things in the other world, but I also know that the reason why you are so wholehearted to me now may just be because of your guilt in the other world." "... Are you serious?" The doctor couldn't believe what he heard. He rubbed his eyes and picked his ears. He saw and heard correctly. This kid really didn't think that anyone in the world truly loved him. Why do you think so! Is it caused by being alone? It's all the fault of those children and the head of the house arrest department! The doctor got angry out of habit. But you actually know it's not just because of them. Can't escape. He said to himself. It's because of "me" and because of Yi Sheng. The creator of the world feels guilty for the adults he creates, so people in the world are obsessed with him and follow him. This unconditional kindness is brushed away from people, ignored and forgiven, just like the betrayal that stems from the creator's malice towards themselves. Including me. Could my feelings for the director be born out of Yi Sheng's guilt? If so, what should I look like without being affected? But I am Yi Sheng. Without Yi Sheng, I would not even exist. But I forgot Yi Sheng and didn't think I was him. Who am I? The doctor's mind was in a mess and he didn't know what to say. The director didn't want to say much and looked at the moon in the sky. "Master! We are here to save you!" A loud noise broke the silence, and the entire wall fell down, revealing a group of people, led by the assistant lady. When they heard that something happened to the director, they called for friends all the way, and the army rushed over like they were pressing down on the situation. She, as well as many members of the institute, were passionate and unreasonable in their love for the director, and they did not flinch in the face of the vests who quickly arrived at the scene. If the director was under house arrest here, even if she couldn't defeat Shao Ji and others, she would risk her life to rescue the director. If the director only took a voluntary break... Why did she have to force her way in to see the director when she wasn't even qualified to come in? The director is really tired and doesn't want to take care of things at all. But he didn't expect that his avoidance would upset the assistant lady. Telling her truth honestly will definitely hurt her further, and if she doesn't tell her, she won't be able to get rid of her stubbornness no matter what. At this time the doctor stood up. "Of course the director has his reasons for not seeing people." The doctor looked around the crowd calmly - everyone's concern for the director was clearly written on their faces, otherwise they would not have gathered here - he sighed inwardly, exuding the aura of the second-in-command of the institute, and said ruthlessly, "I didn't want to before. You said it so clearly, I didn't expect you to have any confidence that the situation is under the director's control no matter how outrageous it is. Even though Shengzi and the others are so powerful, they are always coveting the director, but if the director really wants to leave, they won't even dare to let you go, do they need you to destroy the courtyard wall in the middle of the night?" Everyone looked at A Ji, Suo Ji and Shao Ji. They had overwhelming strength, but they all acquiesced to these contemptuous remarks without refuting. Of course, the director will not let the vests refute this very convincing rescue. When everyone saw this, they suddenly realized it. They felt ashamed for not seeing through the director's true meaning, and at the same time they were relieved and dispersed. Only the director, his vests, the assistant lady, the doctor, Nangong Qi, and the translator were left in the yard. The assistant lady moved her forehead and spoke in a much more relaxed tone: "Director, you could have told me earlier that you had a plan. I'm not as smart as a doctor. I can cooperate with you every time without ventilation. What if I make my own decisions and cause trouble for you?" "Now that I've made such a big fuss, you punish me! But I also want to play a role in your plan, Sir. I don't want to be kept in the dark, and I can't even see you. I can only hear that you left office and disappeared... And were imprisoned by the enemy and used as a plaything!" The director covered his face. He usually ignored the fact that his reputation was hopeless, but one of his two "confidants" liked to emphasize it in person more than the other. Nangong Qi also asked slightly anxiously: "I also believe that everything is your plan. After all, you agreed to take me to find the way home, right?" She couldn't wait any longer. The director answered her: "Your way home is right here. You have divine power and can leave at any time." He pointed to the moon in the sky. Nangong Qi looked up. After being awakened, she saw a gap, and things were constantly getting in. She couldn't believe it was so easy to go home. "Wait! Nangong Qi, if you leave with your godhead, the godhead of this world will be incomplete! The world will soon be torn apart by foreign things!" The translator didn't care about being discovered that he could read minds. Nangong Qi glanced at him, his look chilling people to the bone. Returning home is her obsession, and she is willing to pay any price for it, but the heavy sin she is about to bear also makes her breathless, and she longs to find someone to share it with: "Director, will you come with me?" The director rejected her under the nervous gaze of several people. Nangong Qi was not too surprised. She was about to grab the director and run away: "Okay, can I give you a hug before I leave?" "Can't." The doctor interrupted her, but his eyes were fixed on the director: "The director knows that the incompleteness of the godhead will lead to the destruction of the world, and his plan will definitely not let you leave directly with the fragments of the godhead." Nangong Qi said in astonishment: "Yes..." "But the reason why he has been reluctant to tell us the specific plan must be because it requires an unacceptable price and he doesn't know how to tell us." The doctor said firmly. The director raised his eyes and faced the doctor's eyes for the first time in a long time. His pupils showed deep fatigue. "Perhaps you have already guessed it?" He said softly and walked to the doctor. What did I guess? If the price in the plan is your life, I will stop it at all costs, and I don't care about other costs. He was startled by the director who was approaching him. He unconsciously held his breath and suddenly felt a sharp pain. He belatedly looked at his abdomen, where a knife was firmly inserted. The director poked hard again and turned it around several times. There was silence in the courtyard, and the knife whirled between bones and muscles, making a slight chirping sound. Blood gushed out of the wound, turning into black mud before dripping to the ground and disappearing again. But the doctor didn't heal the wound or melt the blade. After a moment of disbelief, his expression looked like that of a man who was about to be killed. He even showed a relieved smile: "It turns out that this is the reason why you don't want to see me. Because I am about to die." The director calmly corrected him: "You won't die." "Before you obtained the godhead in that world, the world was not complete and had no superpowers. After you obtained the godhead, the world developed according to the plot of your novel. And because of the stimulation of my death, you projected my death method onto yourself in this world. "In the final analysis, as long as the plot exists, everyone is acting according to the author's general will, and no matter whose hands the godhead falls into, it will always be attached to your consciousness. Only by allowing you to obtain your godhead and then smash it into pieces will the world recognize that you have lost your godhead. When the godhead no longer belongs to anyone, the world can get rid of the limitations of the plot of the novel and truly become a complete world. " In this way, the world will no longer be observed and invaded. This is the way the director has found to save the world without becoming a god. He took out the godhead. All the godheads collected so far have been integrated, except for Nangong Qi. He has been busy in the past few days, sleeping during the day and busy peeling off the godhead at night. Nangong Qi reached out and stirred his body, found the last piece of divine power and handed it to the director, and the blood flowed instantly. The doctor watched the director put it together, and he suddenly asked: "Who am I? " "What? " "I want to know what is the relationship between me, as an avatar, and the author of this world, the Yi Sheng of that world? I listened to and read Yi Sheng's story, but his personality, preferences, and mood were nothing like mine. He is both the Creator and a stranger to me. What am I to Him? " The director's voice was very steady, and the doctor couldn't tell whether he really thought so, or was hiding complicated emotions, or had already experienced and digested any emotions arising from it when making the plan: "You are part of his consciousness that has forgotten the past. Death is not death to you, it is just a return to that world. You will wake up from a dream that simulates another life. " "So, I have lived a fulfilling and meaningful life..." The doctor pretended to be relaxed. The wound on his abdomen was still open, making it difficult for him to breathe, so he simply stopped talking. He really couldn't go on. After all, he grew up in the apocalypse, had witnessed countless deaths, had imagined his own ending, and had already compiled a cool and ridiculous last words. But why, he has no mood to say them now. He always thought that his mentality was strong enough to overcome obstacles when faced with adversity, and to be content with the situation in good times. Even knowing that the world was a book would not affect him from doing what he should do. Why couldn't I do it before the ending? I wasn't free and easy at all. Instead, I was desperately trying to grab something to prove my existence. "Director, give me some time. "He wanted to hold the director's hand, but in the end he didn't. He just held the blade on his stomach. "You are always right, you lead us to find the direction in the apocalypse, and when you say you save the world, you really save the world. It is my greatest luck to be needed by you on the road of ideals and hopes, and it remains so at this moment. There's only one thing you're terribly wrong about. "You said that the people in this world follow you wholeheartedly because of Yi Sheng's guilt for you. They murdered the gods because Yi Sheng was stimulated by your death. Indeed, a ray of thought from the Creator God determines our desires and desires. But so what? It is still our desire, our desire. "Whatever the truth of the world is, we are already living in it. Could it be that because a criminal was born from the dark psychology of the author, he can forgive the victim and say that the crime was not his intention? In this case, you can't say that our feelings for you are not our original intention just because we were born out of the author's guilt. "I know that the world is a novel, witnessing incredible truths like a ghost, and living through the weird and desperate changes in this world. Do you know why I didn't go crazy? I often think that thanks to you, these experiences have become memorable adventures and part of the road to hope. Without you, I would just keep playing life in a world with no way out. So don't deny the feelings you get, that is equivalent to denying my self. "In this crazy fictional apocalypse, it is your connection with me that allows me to find the only support and remember who I am. It is by no means something that does not belong to me, something forced upon me by grudges from another world - it is my most precious thing! " Unfamiliar feelings filled his chest, and he discerned among them lucidity, fear, urgency, self-centeredness, and love. If he hadn't only had the last few dozen seconds left in his life, he would never have spoken them out so solemnly like this. But now only by shouting out can he face the end calmly. The director waited for him to finish, looked at the tears in the corners of his eyes, and suddenly smiled briefly: "Go to sleep and then wake up. This is really the best ending, also for you. " The doctor let go of his hand, deliberately lowering his guard and being in a relaxed state, almost murmuring to himself: "Then will you miss me? " The director pulled out the dagger from the doctor's abdomen, inserted the complete godhead into his body through the wound, and then wiped his neck with the knife. The look that finally settled on the doctor's face was a little dazed, but also calm and peaceful. In the haze, he felt himself flying up, being illuminated by a beam of light and slowly floating upward. He vaguely heard the director calling Nangong Qi to hurry up, and then Nangong Qi's body fell to the ground, and a translucent soul emerged. She flew up excitedly, and soon surpassed him. He finally looked down and found that the godhead was completely shattered and integrated into the earth, as if it was slowly repairing the world. The director was raising his head, not knowing whether he was looking at him or at the moon that was beginning to heal. Goodbye, world; Goodbye, director. He said silently in his mind. Then Yi Sheng opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for air, and the panic of death quickly faded along with the memory of the dream. The translator couldn't restrain his curiosity and used his powers to hear how the director would answer the doctor's last question. "Yes. I said I can't let go of this world, and of course I can't let you go. But I'm so tired. It's really time for me to retire. " The translator thought a lot, thinking about the countless failures when he first tried to modify the director's idea, thinking about Huang Er's blood mist, and thinking about the holes that the doctors had made in the walls of the base that he accidentally discovered when he was working at the research institute. This is the Director of the Institute, he thought, the cold beloved, our savior. The sky was getting brighter, and the director walked towards the building, stepping over the silence to summon the small robot to clean up the broken wall. The assistant lady naturally followed behind him. -FIN-

Did the mother feel a faint, calm despair in the end [Cai Dog]

Big post, even though I'm very reluctant to let it go, I'm also very emotional when I see it's coming to an end. Although I haven't followed you all the way from the beginning, I've watched you grow up (). In short, don't tire yourself out [cat head]

I can't do it anymore. My mother's addiction is about to break out. Director, why are you such a good mother? 💔

So as expected, the director is the one with the real epilepsy? [Changed]

Wow, is Yi Sheng a doctor?

Ahhhhh, the prophecy said that his death was brought about by the beastman (Burger King) who was regarded as a friend by the Fallen Angel (Mr. Krabs).

So pretty!!!

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