"The judges are finally here!" Blessed beings were regarded as higher than the rest of the mortals.
"They look the same as they did all those years ago… she, on the other hand, seems like a completely different person."
They were special.
"She became a mother. Change is bound to happen."
She was uniquely special.
"And since she is going to become a mother again, she should change further as well."
But being unique, special, different, or better than the others wasn't always a good thing— not in the eyes of the society made up of common individuals, at least.
"Right… that f*cking lucky bastard."
They hate those who have what they could not.
"Being ugly enough that he has to hide behind a mask certainly scored him a nice pair of cheeks."
They make up things about those they know nothing about.
"Hey. Quite."
And at the end, the same common majority that fills the world hold the power to destroy even the greatest of the geniuses.
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