A Rainbow for Those Without Powers

The environment I have been living in is changing. My good brother, his childhood sweetheart and I, as well as the beauties on the Internet who became famous for their looks and then posted posts to raise money to save my grandma, etc., Have all benefited from this wave of dividends and have power that far exceeds that of ordinary people. But what about me? I have lived like this two or three times in the past few months. Every time I want to seek some changes, I just want to start. When I wake up, I look at the familiar ceiling. After a while, the whisper of the devil pushes in and I am unable to resist. Why? ! Why? ! How come I have the memories of the past few months and can't take away their opportunity even if I copy the answers? I also want to have super powers. I don't want to continue living in this broken house where I can be kicked out at any time. I don't want to be an ordinary person anymore. In the end, I came to the conclusion that the resources of this world are limited, but since I can go back to the beginning of environmental changes with my memory, let's go straight to find the ownerless things. I'm a scumbag. If I had abilities, I could do those good things. If my good brother doesn't have powers, I can work with him. So, why isn't that person me? I don't want to be a non-powerful person. I don't want it.