The Thread of Fate Breaks Before My Eyes

"I can see the choice lines of fate: the red ones are dead ends, the yellow ones are twists and turns, the blue ones are equivalent exchanges, and the green ones are smooth sailing - I became a perfect waste by choosing the best solution. It wasn't until I grabbed the blood-red death line to save my grandfather that I saw the golden miracle struggling on it. I also saw that at the end of all perfect lives, there stood a reaper named 'Destiny Planning Bureau'."