Fantasy

“You’re a monster…” she whispered, staring at the fading radiant barrier breaking apart in the sky.
    “Probably,” I agreed.
    “Do you know what you’ve done?!”Her voice suddenly broke apart.
    “Billions will die!” she screamed.
    “Billions of people will suffer because you removed the restriction that kept Chaos away!”
    “I know,” I said flatly.
    She stared at me in disbelief.
    “And you feel nothing?”
    I thought about it for a moment.
    Then I shrugged.
    “I wouldn’t say I feel nothing.”
    Her eyes widened.
    “Then what do you feel?”
    I looked up at the sky.
    The authority of the gods was collapsing.
    “Satisfaction!”
    “Whaattt!”
    A smile slowly spread across my face seeing her reaction.
    “I fucking love it,” I said softly.
    “Watching you lofty gods get your asses cooked for treating us mortals as idiots.”
    ………………..
    Haa…
    Life.
    Isn't it strange?
    It is always full of surprises, and always bringing unexpected events at the most unexpected times.
    The gifts life gave me were enough to make me cry, yet I never truly knew whether those tears were from happiness or sadness. Maybe they were both or maybe neither.
    Reincarnation.
    Isekai.
    Yes, I became one of those so-called heavenly blessed ones.
    I am Noel De Nova.
    Son of the Grand Duke and one of the strongest persons in the world.
    So I should have been living a very good and happy life, right?
    However...
    Mysticless.
    Manaless.
    Talentless.
    And useless...
    That's what I am.
    Still, I believed that everything would change when I would awaken my cheat and slap every one face but days of waiting turned fruitless, making me a joke to the whole world.
    Black sheep of Nova... That's why I was called.
    And if this wasn't enough, 18 years after coming to this world I found that the reason behind all this is because I was designed like that.
    Yes, designed...
    A cannon fodder character who is designed to suffer by the developer, and on top of that there are many reincarnated individuals and…
    All of them were born with golden fingers except me.
    Damn you all…
    There were billions of people yet I am only designed as useless to suffer.
    You all can go to hell.
    And the script..
    “Fuck you and your damned script.”
    And as for the person who is responsible for all this shit….
    It doesn't matter if you are a god or some world-shattering disaster-level being,just don't let me find you, or else I am gonna enjoy shattering you piece by piece.
    And I swear it.