I Herd Gods in Another World

Let me talk about the most important thing first, it will be available on the shelves at 12:00 noon tomorrow, plus the time for uploading the chapters, you should be able to see the VIP chapters around 12:10.

Explosive update is definitely going to be explosive, but I don’t know how much it can be, because I am still hurrying to code, and I am going to stay overnight tonight.

I can only say that I will definitely do my best and write as much as I can.

Secondly, there are some things I want to talk about, about the origin of this book.

Many people say that the protagonist has a brain problem, and the author has a brain problem. From a certain point of view, it is not wrong.

Because this book was originally produced during my medical treatment, it was somewhat affected. As for what the disease is, I won't go into details. Anyway, it's not a serious problem. Talking too much seems to be sympathetic.

In short, there will definitely be basic morals, and the spirit of the male protagonist is indeed different from ordinary people, but it will definitely not be written as "everything is an illusion·Complete version". As an old Pujie, I still have some integrity, and I will never tease everyone.

In the world of this book, superpowers are real, and so are different worlds. Please don't make up for the finale of psychotic hallucinations.

Finally, let me talk about why I wrote this book and why I wrote some weird-looking characters.

In fact, the main reason for writing this book is not that I am sick, but an experience of going to a doctor.

While waiting for the sign, there was a boy beside me. He may be fifteen or sixteen years old, and his parents are with him.

The child kept repeating a sentence: "Mom, I'm not sick, let's go."

From low to loud, the content is almost the same, repeating constantly.

The kid looked terrified, but his parents told him to shut up if he made any loud noises.

And he couldn't help it, and had to repeat this sentence every few seconds.

He was also afraid of other people. When I looked at him, he quickly lowered his head in fright, but the words seemed to never stop.

To be honest, even I, a patient, thought he wasn't quite normal.

I don't know exactly what his problem was, but I guess he didn't want people to think he was sick. He thought mental illness was a terrible thing.

I felt the same way at the time.

Later, the doctor told me that the sick person had done nothing wrong.

Mental illnesses like depression are not what ordinary people say "idle" or "think too much".

Many real mental illnesses are biological.

In my own experience, there is no reason for the disease.

Even if something good happens to me, my reason tells me that it is a good thing, and I can understand it, but I really can't be happy, and I even want to jump off the balcony.

ask me why?

I don't know either.

I heard from the doctor that there is a problem with the secretion of the brain. You should be happy, but you haven't secreted dopamine. That's almost what it means, and I don't understand more professionally.

You can't control what your brain secretes. When you encounter good things but are not happy, there will be a serious contradiction between reason and true feelings.

I kept asking myself, am I cheap, am I sick?

This is a good thing, why am I still in so much pain? Others looked at me one by one, expressing their incomprehension. This feeling is so uncomfortable, it is better to die.

At this time, many people will say the classic comforting words "you want to open up".

The problem is that if there is a problem with the brain, there is no way to solve it by "thinking about it".

Just like color blindness, you can't make a color blind person recognize red and green "with a little effort". This is not a question of whether you work hard or not at all. It is your brain that has really gone wrong, and your so-called efforts are all counterproductive.

But if you tell people that you can't explain why you want to die, others will only think you are hypocritical, and then you will be like that boy, don't want to tell others, don't want to talk anymore.

I didn't feel anything at the time because I was immersed in my own feelings of wanting to die.

After taking medicine to adjust, I recalled the boy I saw that day, and I was afraid for a while. In case I didn't go to the doctor because I was afraid, I might have died.

Because I was almost there before, I jumped off the balcony.

Please stop saying "look it up" to real mentally ill people, they can't see it, it's like you can't grow gills out of yourself.

If you let them think about it, it's like pushing people into the water and forcing them to breathe underwater. If you can't do it, you can't do it.

Seek medical treatment in time, take medicine on time, and follow up regularly.

Other than that, there is no other way.

Because of the deep memory of that boy’s frightened appearance, when I wrote this book, I asked myself, if I was afraid to tell others that I was sick, I might have died.

Why does the male protagonist stay in the hospital to prove that he is not sick, because he is actually very scared, he is afraid that he is really sick.

He has the ability to destroy the world, of course it is not a problem to be discharged from the hospital, and he can also deceive the doctor in various ways. But what the protagonist really wants to hear is that the doctor has confirmed that he is fine, that he will not hurt himself or others.

He didn't want to be released from the hospital, he wanted to be cured.

Don't shy away from disease and avoid medicine, this is what I want to express.

You have 10 million, 100 million, powerful and powerful, can you be immune to diseases? Do you think you know better than the doctor?

Because you were discharged from the hospital by means, did your illness disappear?

It's no use running away, disease doesn't exist just because you pretend to be normal.

After being discharged from the hospital, the male protagonist never shy away from showing his superpowers in front of others, because he believed in one thing: "It's not my fault."

This is something I hope all mental patients understand.

The disease is not your fault. Only by seeking timely medical treatment and active treatment can the problem be solved.

Oh, and one last thing to say is funny now that I think about it.

At that time, I asked the doctor whether it was okay to write a novel, and the doctor said it was good, and writing down what I thought was also a way to alleviate the disease.

Later, I thought about it, the old man probably thought that I wrote a published book, the kind that was revised dozens of times after finishing the book and then published, and had no idea that I was talking about an online novel.

If he knew, he would probably stop me immediately, for fear that I would be sprayed with a relapse.

But it doesn't matter, this book was born under that special situation. Facts have proved that Dr. Zhang's treatment effect is good. I have not relapsed because of being sprayed, and I have gradually stopped taking the medicine, and I feel that I have returned to normal.

I will continue to write the book, hoping that both my illness and the book will have a happy ending.

Thank you for seeing this and listening to me beeping for so long.

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