The fake Reincarnator: scheming, plotting, outsmarting everyone, turning every move into a winning play, and laying plans to conquer the world.
The real Reincarnator: drugging, poisoning, planting bombs, setting traps, then suddenly grabbing a weapon in the middle of negotiations and smashing the enemy's head in!
The fake Main God: forcing unreasonable teams together, arbitrarily ramping up the difficulty of the plot, and often getting exploited through loopholes.
The real Main God: Here's the plot! Here's a hint! Here's some backup! Now go smash the enemy for me. We'll split the spoils thirty-seventy: you get thirty, I get seventy!
The hopeless System fanboy: Boohoo, this plot is so tragic! I have to save this poor girl!
The burly-man Reincarnator: Native, how many side stories is your head worth? How many points?
Note: I tried a new style in Volume Two, but it fell apart. Read at your own risk.
It's really good; none of my later works have been as good as this one.