Have you ever felt the malice of the world?
It can only be said that I am quite unlucky. As a three-dimensional otaku, I don't seem to be liked by my original world, and it is probably insignificant. Therefore, when I was secretly poached by a two-dimensional bungou Stray Dog World who wanted to be promoted to a three-dimensional world, and when he was a springboard for being promoted to a three-dimensional world, I had no world consciousness to pull me back.
And if the two-dimensional world is forced to have a three-dimensional existence, the process of upgrading is more painful - the pain is for both parties.
The two-dimensional world will work hard to assimilate three-dimensional characters, do its best to decompose and absorb the energy between him/her and the original world, and use the three-dimensional existence as a springboard to first convert some of the beloved characters into the three-dimensional world. Then use those three-dimensional characters to prove that this world is a three-dimensional world. After getting the approval of the power at the root center, all characters can be converted into a three-dimensional state - provided that I am willing to be a springboard. (This information was automatically learned after I traveled through time)
The advantage of being a springboard is that if the world really becomes a three-dimensional world, my achievements cannot be erased. I will probably be loved by the world and be promoted to the protagonist.
The disadvantage is that I can't go back and can only stay in this world forever.
I don't want to.
This world is brilliant and extraordinary, killing people is too random, and the rules are almost completely distorted. What's more, before I traveled to become a resident of this world, I was just an ordinary high school student, still in school.
So the thing now is that he can't tap my energy, but I can't return to my world either.
If the two-dimensional world cannot tap into the energy of three-dimensional people, it will disgust me from another angle - specifically reflected in two aspects.
The first one is not helping me change my perspective.
All the characters I saw were in a two-dimensional state, as thin as a piece of paper. At the same time, because I am a three-dimensional individual, seeing two-dimensional objects too clearly leads to an excessive amount of information in my brain, and it is easy to fall into a state of madness or collapse. (And even though I am a three-dimensional individual, I do not have a very, very smart head that can accommodate all useless data. The amount of information I receive every moment exceeds the amount of useless information in a two-dimensional world in one year that Wu Mouwu in another template can transmit in an instant. Even if I It is also very painful to have a three-dimensional brain, because I am not promoted from a two-dimensional quantum god to a three-dimensional one. Regarding the acceptance of a large amount of information, the brain is still kept in a situation where it may not be able to fully remember the data even in the exam. In this situation, every moment of forced access to a large amount of information makes me miserable)
The second one is a two-dimensional bug.
I only discovered this after going through a friendship.
When I get to know and identify with a person, all information about him or her will be open to me—the good, the bad, his place in the world, and so on.
Everything about that person.
The huge amount of information rushed to my head and made my brain hurt like a knife, and the excessive location information was layered on top of each other, converging into countless long queues.
The originally two-dimensional creature is like a quantum bug, spreading from home, to work, to my home, to places where we often get together... Everywhere.
I am in agony.
"Please, please, stay away from me!" I couldn't control my thoughts, and roared loudly, driving away my close friend Chu Fa, "stay away from me! Can't you see that I feel very uncomfortable!!!"
The brain is often overwhelmed with information from the eyes and ears.
I feel like I'm going crazy.
Either I get used to this pain and accept it as my own, or I die here.
Do you want to compromise?
I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
Intention: Compromise or not, this is a serious proposition