Red Ink Blue

A world where [talents] and [superpowers] coexist. [Single male protagonist] [Two female protagonists] You say... Has this world been arranged a long time ago? Why are abilities replaced by talents? What is the purpose of the existence of alienated people? Is there really a god in this world? He planned everything, even himself! During my 81 reincarnations of death, I have been thinking... Why even the Remodeler is still abandoned by Him like worn out shoes and fiddled with at will. "Reinvention" is a cruel joke. He allowed me to put the pieces together, just so that when I was about to touch the "difference", He would lightly wield His power and let everything collapse, and appreciate the despair solidified in my eyes. My struggles and blood and tears are just mime for His entertainment. 81 Deaths and awakenings finally made me realize: in His shadow, even "resistance" is a script. My existence, this endless cycle of reincarnations, is but a pathetic puppet on the strings of His absolute will. Fate is a tightening noose, and every breath is a sigh before it tightens.