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supernatural beings = aberration
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"Congratulations. You were so unlucky that I felt sorry for you, so you'll be reincarnated into the world of High School D×D with cheat privileges."
The young man immediately put his mind to work upon hearing this from the self-proclaimed god.
Reincarnation was something we so-called geeks often fantasized about, but perhaps because of that, being suddenly told about reincarnation made him calm down.
High School DxD was clearly a problematic work.
He subscribed to it because there was a corner in their circle activities for discussing problematic works, but it really was problematic.
With those extremely unreasonable aberrations, and the humans who were oppressed by them and received the burden of unnecessary troubles. Above all, the protagonist was a vile, lustful sex offender, and they often got worked up complaining about it in their circle.
If he could reincarnate into this world, he definitely wanted to take it in the right direction with his cheats.
But it wouldn't be that simple.
He was an ordinary person. Even with cheats, he definitely couldn't win with just that.
Then what should he do? When he thought about it, he remembered one way of being.
The story of silver radiance that stood against the overly righteous light of superhumans. Remembering those wonderful strong enemies from that work, which could be called the final chapter and also a failure.
Those who became immortal beings but didn't rest on their laurels, continuing to train constantly - those who embodied the limits of ordinary people. The Divine Ancestors who tried to bring about transformation by making all of humanity producers, turning humans - sometimes ridiculed as parasites of the planet - into complete producers and treasure troves of resources.
Humanity's new stage was a wonderful way of being that reminded him of Gundam 00. He always thought that should have been what they stood up against as protagonists.
Yes, if one person couldn't do it, if his own life wasn't enough, then he just needed companions who would accumulate together over a thousand years or more.
...Then, the first answer he should give was decided.
"---Companions, I want companions."
...The thousand years that followed were really tough.
Learning more, gradually bringing power to humanity, and above all, obtaining the wisdom to guide the world was difficult.
He failed many times. He was resented many times. He cried many times and despaired.
He succeeded many times. He was thanked many times. He laughed many times and gained hope.
"Ah. This is the story of us saving the world!"
That passionate feeling pushed his back.
"The only thing that can stop the aberrations is us, right?"
Those serious eyes reminded him.
"Infinite hope and despair too - everything we've accumulated has become power."
Those tears of joy guided him.
And by bundling together numerous privileges, he built up a nation.
An archipelago that didn't exist in the original world. Mineral veins existing on each island, and natural gas and high-quality crude oil buried throughout the territorial waters.
And through wish-granting machines created little by little over a thousand years, high-dimensional power occurring all at once. Furthermore, mechanical companions that existed alongside humans and even acquired emotions.
The Sauzer Archipelago Federation, built by bundling all that power together.
In that process, he gathered many children who had been caught up in tragedies, showing them the path to become those who would guide the future human world.
Ah, that's why he would someday shape victory.
The true worth of humans shines through accumulation. To show the power that only humans possess, which aberrations who have lived for over a thousand years but are repeatedly saved by humans at their feet do not have.
While searching for something that could depict the victory of making all humanity into Divine Ancestors, he turned his attention to the battle with the aberrations---
"Why...?"
---Right now, that wish was about to be trampled.
Impossible. Unbelievable.
Not that his companions had fallen and couldn't move.
They had all had their souls killed, but this was his own fault.
Because he had been acting carefully to avoid being noticed by the aberrations, there were inevitably threats he couldn't get data on. That's why the Reaper's Scythe was a target of caution, so he had planned to develop equipment that prioritized evasion.
But due to an unexpected attack from directly behind, he too was about to perish.
What accomplished this was a single girl who should have supported the future together with him.
"Why are you...?"
"What foolish thing are you saying?"
The girl who returned that response with a puzzled face held in her hand the magic sword that had sliced through his comrades' souls.
He didn't even have the leisure to bite his navel at the blind spot of the method of creating a magic sword that reproduced the Reaper's Scythe.
Above all, this surprise attack was a gap that existed because he thought she was his subordinate.
"...Is it over? That guy's the only one left?"
"Is that so? Are you alright over there?"
"Yeah. Those guys finished off the subordinates. Now they're taking their share from the warehouse as per contract."
"You're leaving our share, right? Well, those guys are probably securing it properly."
The young man and girl who approached from behind had this conversation.
That sight was truly unbelievable.
"Why...? Why are you baring your fangs at humanity instead of the aberrations...?"
He couldn't understand it.
Both the young man and girl were ones he had discovered.
He had taught them the truth of the world, told them about the aberrations to be hated, and granted them power to fight together.
So why?
To that question, the young man turned an utterly exasperated gaze.
"...You guys are truly foolish to the end. Why did you think we'd become your slaves?"
"What?"
He couldn't understand the meaning of those words.
Certainly there had been a hierarchical relationship. In that process, he must have said harsh things.
But he had no intention of treating them as slaves.
He had been acting as a senior, as a friend who would eventually stand side by side.
"...Really incomprehensible fellows. To attempt our brainwashing with such looking-down eyes and yet think you were raising us out of goodwill - I don't understand that thought process."
"They probably only met with idiots who would listen if you sold them favors and preached your theories. They probably think their ideals are those of all humanity."
He couldn't understand what they were saying.
And they weren't even directing words at him.
They really thought that he, who had shown them the path and waited for them to catch up, looked down on them as slaves.
---Even at this point, he didn't understand his own foolishness.
He didn't realize that no matter how far he went, even after a thousand years, he still saw this world as a "creative work to be corrected."
He didn't even understand that no matter how much he had accumulated by guiding people, if the premise was unconsciously selecting those he could "conveniently use," it was meaningless.
And without even looking at him, they were about to deliver the final blow.
"...Regrettable. But I've sown the seeds."
Along with that blow being struck, his soul would probably be blown away too.
If everyone died, the power he had accumulated would go to the hands of those who should have it.
The wish-granting machine set to "grant power and knowledge to those who will surely try to accomplish it if they have the power to correct the world's wrongs" would send nearly half the power, though it was only insurance and not everything.
Entrusting his final hope to that power, he accepted the slash.
---Even until the moment of death, he hadn't noticed his misunderstanding.
The impossible premise that anyone who knew the world's wrongs could necessarily become his comrade. Because of such an impossible premise that no one would make, the thousand years of accumulation had no meaning.
Because the premise was wrong, his thousand years could only disturb, not correct.
If you want to change the world, first change yourself. That probably contains the recognition that those who cannot improve themselves for the better cannot improve the world for the better.
There was no way that power to change the world would dwell in one who found nothing to improve about himself and only polished the power to distort the world.
"Oh, is it over already?"
"Yeah. Have you finished collecting everything over there?"
"I couldn't get everything. It seems there was insurance prepared for emergencies."
"...Hmm, we got contact from them. About forty percent of the total seems to have disappeared."
So without realizing that measures had already been taken, he passed away.
"Well, there's no way we could handle everything. The Three Great Powers should be sending interception units to defeat us soon based on leaks, so shouldn't we escape?"
"Hmm. Then let's borrow the power of Dimension Lost. Come on, you guys are coming too."
"Right. Then we'll be grateful."
Living only in delusion, and therefore killed by reality.
This is just that kind of bad end.
And one story ends and another begins anew.
The story of the men who tried to change the world through god reincarnation ends completely here.
Yes, this story is in a sense an epilogue.
A story of those who struggle in a world disturbed by the power left behind by those who could only disturb the world.