Foodiepill
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I stared at my reflection this morning and didn't feel a single thing. No happiness. No sadness. Just pure void. My Mom asked if I wanted breakfast and I spoke to her without emotion:
"...It's irrelevant."
She hasn't spoken to me since. Perfect.
I used to get mad when people cut me off in traffic. Now? I just manipulate the flow of the entire highway. One subtle brake tap here, a fake lane change there... and boom. Their whole day is ruined while I arrive exactly on time with zero effort.
My group project? I let everyone else panic and argue for three weeks. Then on the last day I drop a single perfectly worded sentence that makes the professor think I carried the team. They all thanked me. I felt nothing. Based.
Girls keep confessing? I respond with "Is that so?" and walk away. They're now emotionally dependent on my silence. I don't care. People are just tools to be used and discarded by me.
I even started doing 1000 push-ups while reading light novels at 3AM to train my mind. My sleep schedule is a strategic asset.
My mind is a well-oiled dark triad machine of social engineering. Foids smell my testosterone when I walk past them through pheromones. I look a cashier in the eye and he senses an unfathomable darkness. On the way to my car I get mugged and brutally crush the criminals face, such a mundane task doesn't even come close to stirring my cold heart. Truly I have become so much like Ayanokoji that I would be afraid if I was a normal man.
"...It's irrelevant."
She hasn't spoken to me since. Perfect.
I used to get mad when people cut me off in traffic. Now? I just manipulate the flow of the entire highway. One subtle brake tap here, a fake lane change there... and boom. Their whole day is ruined while I arrive exactly on time with zero effort.
My group project? I let everyone else panic and argue for three weeks. Then on the last day I drop a single perfectly worded sentence that makes the professor think I carried the team. They all thanked me. I felt nothing. Based.
Girls keep confessing? I respond with "Is that so?" and walk away. They're now emotionally dependent on my silence. I don't care. People are just tools to be used and discarded by me.
I even started doing 1000 push-ups while reading light novels at 3AM to train my mind. My sleep schedule is a strategic asset.
My mind is a well-oiled dark triad machine of social engineering. Foids smell my testosterone when I walk past them through pheromones. I look a cashier in the eye and he senses an unfathomable darkness. On the way to my car I get mugged and brutally crush the criminals face, such a mundane task doesn't even come close to stirring my cold heart. Truly I have become so much like Ayanokoji that I would be afraid if I was a normal man.
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