Suprahuman

 What is overwhelming power? Is it to be the richest, or the strongest? No, it’s the ability to change fate–to rewrite life without any other force tying you down. That is what real power is. That is what power I have, the ability to reset the world upon my death… or so I believed.

 With this, I’ve won every game, won every woman, won every person’s respect until no one would confront me. Every challenge that dared to face me would be conquered with every death I endured. And yet, all I ever wanted was for it to end. All the meaning that I felt before was gone. I know everything, including everyone I know, and it all became nothing to me. They became predictable, annoying, and soulless.

 All I wanted was to be a part of everyone’s lives, to live alongside those I loved. But now, I can manipulate every little emotion or thoughts to my whim and cause any situation I find befitting. I am a god, above every human, responsible for every life in this world. I’ve made utopias and dystopias; I have killed everyone, and have given them all happiness, but it’s not enough. And then, when I think it is finally over, I wake up to the same new world. This is not my own life anymore, I am simply the coordinator of everyone else’s roles. I am god.

 Then one day, as if someone finally listened, I found someone–I found another god.