Many times I wonder what the ending would be if I hadn't answered that call at that time.

To me, it should be considered a HAPPYEND in a sense, right? All the commissions have been completed, and the things related to them have been cut off. Just like the tasks in the RPG Novice Village, you will not go back after you hand in the task.

Even if you are called a hero or a demon king, you are all things that have no real sense anyway. It is just a joint relationship, such as a friend's sister, a friend's sister's friend, which is not even a third-rate relationship. When a third-rate thing insults a first-rate existence, no one will get angry, right? So when abandoning it, there is naturally no conscience burden.

It would be better to say that I had a long sigh of relief.

All along, interpersonal relationships have color in my eyes. The useful people are bright yellow, the friends are mild light green, and the relatives are dark brown that deserve peace of mind. Others are bright, but they have no use of metallic colors.

They are indeed shining with light, but they have no meaning. Whether it is dialogue or complaining, they are just to maintain that bright color. They are utilitarian, spend time, and do not say any truth. They just simply think so. They think they are the same, they just need social activities.

So I won’t feel pain if I cut it off, and I won’t feel distressed even more if I break up. It can even be said that most of the pain comes from the pressure brought by the building. The shadows of several years have brought me far more trouble than the trouble of cutting off the connection between two beautiful girls. After all, my life is still very long, and as long as I work hard, there will be no problem. Even if I retreat, as long as I force myself to move forward again and force myself to the peak, then there will be no problem.

There is no so-called limit. I don’t treat myself as a normal human being, but just exchange, think, and exchange it purely. I even listed a relationship table to organize my own ideas. Everything can be used. Nowadays, high school life is only a temporary stop, and I have to wait for the next wave of shocks. I still have to move forward so resolutely.

I just simply believe in such unreasonable beliefs. I measure my limits in an orderly manner, constantly push myself to the limit, and then read out the limit data, waiting for the moment of collapse.

I don’t know what others think, nor do I understand what others think. All I can believe is myself.

With the commission, you will complete it, and with the task, you will move forward, just like this. It is simple, without any confusion, moving forward like a machine. The distant lights do not belong to me, the busy temple fairs do not belong to me, and what belongs to me is just that small study room, and the network that constantly refreshes data. Nothing has changed.

The black wind blows in the city, and the chaotic paper confetti sways in the corners of the streets. Everyone's eyes are silent and numb. No matter who they are, they are dressed in black clothes, clearly separating the world around them. A high wall is built in their hearts. There is no need to understand each other, and there is no need to understand each other. Everyone is just a gear, and under the influence of social inertia, they calmly slide from one track to another. There is no nostalgia or entanglement.

In the past, acquaintances would gradually fade away in time, and now, acquaintances would also communicate on the surface. All conversations would be floating on the surface. Hobbies, society, weather, ideas, and opinions about others are always communicated in this way.

When a person wakes up from the bed and finds that he has no inertia to move forward, his body is empty, and the numb hole has spread throughout his body, I believe it is time for him to decide to die. I have had this idea before, but the fear of dying irrigates the hole with a dark color.

I don’t know my own dreams anymore. I have no goal to move forward, no reason to work hard. I just move forward simply according to the small requirements of others. Just like the RPG game has completed the main task and cleared the branches in the sandbox. I watched indifferently as the data on the taskbar continue to increase and decrease, the enthusiasm in my heart has long turned into nothingness, leaving only the inertia driven by unknown forces to keep myself moving forward.

Yesterday, I had a long-lost dream.

The high school life in my dream is not as monotonous as I see now, nor as false as I do. Instead, it is pure, without any distortion, and a perfect high school life as described in the light novel.

I dreamed that I did not experience that high fever, but went to school, was bullied, and became a boy with a dark mentality. I wanted to pursue something but couldn't pursue it, and I wanted something but could only be trampled on by others. In the long run, I could only tell myself that I was just a mortal, living a cautious but extremely decisive person.

Then, under the guidance of Shizuka Hiratsuka, I came to the Service Department. I fell in love with Yukiko who was studying in the first sight, and developed a longing for her awesome and correct figure. Then, those familiar figures also joined in. I met ordinary friends in an ordinary class. Because of the tennis incident and Ayaka Tozuka, I did not have the ability to persuade Takagisa, and I stumbled and persuaded Yukihama with my own ideas, and got into a relationship with her.

It's really beautiful. That kind of life. Just like what I dreamed of, although I said it was impatient and I completely resisted it. But they lived a real life. They really opposed it with their own will and witnessed it with their own actions. Although there were many unreasonable scenes, it was indeed true. They laughed, cried, and were really distressed by those people in that dream. Even if they were mistakes, they would grow up. It was just such a story. That kind of warmth, that kind of youth on campus, and the feeling of carefully touching it still made me cry unknowingly.

A drop of sewage drips into a bucket of wine, and that is also a bucket of sewage. The things you long for are often things you can never get. For things you can't get, I always look forward to, and I want to have an impossible redemption.

But I don’t think I can achieve that kind of pure, untroubled high school life in my life.

That's how I thought.
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