Character Records: Fujiang
My terrible character was not born from my heart, but was forged by this twisted world.
" I've long discovered that I'm different from the rest. Those men, those scums, are madly infatuated with me. I can't bear it. I want to reject them, but it's useless. My parents died because of it. My heart was filled with resentment. I hated myself and those men.
So I used my advantage and their disgusting love to satisfy my desire.
But things quickly went beyond my expectations. I died.
I fell from a high place, but I didn't die at that time. I was still alive. I wanted them to save me, but…the person who claimed to love me was the first to stab a knife into my chest. I clearly asked him for help.
Although I am dead, I know that I have been divided into countless pieces because I can sense the existence of the other 'me'. So I want revenge, I want revenge, I want those perverts to pay the price!
I succeeded. They all died, but I also sank into oblivion after countless deaths and reincarnations.
Perhaps you will have doubts about why I am so vicious. If you have experienced what happened to me, you will understand. However, if you can still maintain your rationality, it can only mean that you are more like a monster than me.
My parents died in front of me. I was fifteen years old that year, and I was killed by a crazy man. After that, thousands of dismemberments, do you understand that feeling? A knife stabbed into your flesh, repeatedly rubbing against it, cutting your veins, cutting your bones, can you understand that feeling?
I've experienced more than that. I've experienced all kinds of deaths in the world. I've long gone crazy. I'm now a monster.
After a long time, I had nothing else to do because I was immortal. I had experienced everything and felt bored. After that, I became bored and numb.
Humans were really strange creatures. When you couldn't get something, you would feel that it was wonderful, but when you got it, you didn't care anymore.
Beauty, fame, wealth…I have had everything that the world has worked so hard for, and I don't care.
When I have no desires, the only ones who can please me are those disgusting men. I seduced them on purpose, I gave them benefits, and then…I destroyed them.
I found it very interesting to see the joy they felt when they dismembered me, and then the regret they felt after dismembering me. However, what was even more interesting was that they saw me resurrect with their own eyes and then die at my hands. Can you understand this kind of satisfaction?
There was nothing more interesting in the world than destroying a normal person's mind.
I swear to kill everyone in the world. I want to destroy this twisted world.
" Thus, countless copies of me appeared. They inherited my memories and had the same goal as me. However, I hated them because I was unique. They were just replicas, the products of my hatred.
But I…I don't want to do this.
However, many years later, I was already tired of this kind of life. I had the youth of a young girl, but my heart had long since decayed beyond recognition. I'm just a walking corpse forgotten by time.
So I wanted to find someone who truly loved me. I also wanted to live a stable life.
But the truth was just that boring.
I find a man, and then another man kills me, or kills the man I find.
I just drifted like this.
Who can save me?
I just want to live, or…
Let me die for real…
I've had enough.
But in the end, this feeling also became numb. My life is a circle without an exit. I walk here and soon, I'm back to where I started.
I died, I lived, I died again, I lived again.
Please, if I was just joking, then after so many years, you should be tired of it, right?
No…
I'm still sinking...
I'm sinking endlessly…
Sinking…
I don't know which part of me is me, or…I'm not me anymore?
Then who am I? Can anyone tell me who else I am besides Tomie?
Who can tell me?
Can you?
Could he?
Can the person who created me do it?
There was no answer.
My world is black without light. I was wrapped up in a deep black. I feel like I can move, but I don't know if I can.
Day after day, year after year.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder if I've lived for 365 days or repeated myself 365 times a day.
If I wanted to live in this boring world, I could only find some fun, so I returned to my original point. Looking forward, it was endless black. Looking back, it was also endless black.
I stepped on air, I was floating. Up and down…left and right…all directions were lost. This world was empty.
" I've fantasized more than once about whether there's such a person hiding in the world. He doesn't like me, and he won't be seduced by me. If there really is, then I must pursue him. No matter how difficult it is, no matter how much he hurts me, no matter how badly I'm injured, I must pursue him, because…he might be my salvation.
But I never found it.
I was in despair. It was despair that was even more despairing than numbness.
Please, save me.
I just…want to live…want to become a normal person…
Ha…I was just joking, a black joke, a black joke that will continue to be played.
The world is a muddy river, and everyone is a fish in the river. They can move forward, there is love, there is death, but I am the mud in the river. I can be destroyed, but I will not disappear.
If you're the person I'm looking for, then I'm begging you. I'm begging you humbly. I'm begging you shamelessly. I'm putting down all my dignity to beg you. I'm begging you to save me.
I don't want to wander anymore.
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