Trinity Sanguirela, a child rejected by her father and forgotten by the world, has artistic talent enough to make the world scream for Sanguirela again.
But she relies on getting money from mercenaries who do whatever they want and even throw their next employer off the stairs, pharmacists whose works are worth a lot of money on the black market, and hackers who are hired to guard against Tony Stark.
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I'm Trinity Sanguirella, my father is a world-famous artist who's deceased - don't be sorry by the way, I love him the way he is.
My mother? Now the outside world is even doubting whether she is real. Oh, don't ask me, I don't know the answer to that question either.
And I have a gift from God, probably to make up for my excessively miserable life: I can create people. Man, that sounds like I'm God, right?
No, only God can create the human soul. I can only create a body for my use, but to be honest, this is enough. After all, it was a perfect match for a guy who had never had a friend and was in a wheelchair with paralyzed legs.
I occasionally wondered what kind of life I could live if I wasn't my dad's kid, so I gave it a try.
Every identity I have tells me that I can live well—better than I am now.
And then my dad died, and suddenly it was like I went from a kid who wasn't supposed to exist that he didn't want to admit and his friends never knew about, to, well, a little princess that everyone was trying to love.
But, fuck, I don't want it.
I don't care if you're a superhero or whatever, I'm sorry you came too late in my miserable life.
#Reading instructions
The text is not in the first person
The protagonist is a bit self-destructive and has a very venomous mouth. If you don't like it, don't criticize him.
In the third year of high school on the job, I urge you to be more rational, and the college entrance examination is better than coding.
Intention: Be who you want, not who you are