I Was Reborn, but I Was Told That the Popular Standard Skills Were No Good, so I Chose the Skill of Collecting [Title]

ying sports. But he still had friends at school. And wasn’t in a rebellious phase at that time.

“Hmm … your sister’s excellent, but you’re …”

“Excuse me”

“Are you really brother and sister?”

“I’m sorry”

As I became more and more successful in sports and academics, I became so famous that there was no one in town who didn’t know me.
Then my brother started to be compared to me, his sister, in everything.
Even the teachers began to make fun of him.
From that time on, he was in a rebellious phase.

“Hey, hey! Introduce me to your sister!”

This is the line that people who become friends with my brother usually say the day after they become friends.
My brother is kind to me.
That’s why he would never introduce me to someone who would say something like that.

“Hey don’t be mean …”

“Are you a siscon… I feel sick …”

“If you don’t introduce me, why should we be friends.
Give me back my time.”

And when he refused, he was told those lines. Gradually he became a loner and lost all his friends in high school.

“Get away from me… you creep …”

And when he came home, I the source of his suffering would say this to him.
I guess my brother had his rebellious phase too.
But my rebellion came first, and he saw my parents struggling with my rebellion.
So my brother stifled his feelings.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry……”

“It’s okay”

“But … but …”

“I’m fine”

Even when I apologized, my brother cared for me. He didn’t complain. On the contrary, he comforted me. It’s clear that saying it was okay was difficult. At that time, for the first time, I realized my feelings toward my brother were unusual. I’ve been confessed to in numbers more than three digits in my life. But I didn’t go out with anyone. I didn’t find anyone attractive. No one was better than me. I wanted someone close to me who had something better than me in. I wanted someone who would take good care of me even if my heart was worn out and tattered. I have love that’s not familial love for my brother.

“OK …”

But it’s too selfish for me to feel this way after all I’ve done to him.
And more than anything, it’s wrong for siblings to feel this way.
I’ve decided to take this feeling to my grave alone.
But as family, I want to atone for what I’ve done.
I have to.

 From that point on, I decided to use all of my talents only for my brother.
Whoever tormented my brother, I would kill them socially.
If I actually killed them, I wouldn’t be able to support my brother in the future, so I stuck with socially.
No matter how small the wrongdoing, no one can say that they didn’t do it.
If you look down on the small misdeed, people get complacent.
So in revenge, I did something bigger.
And then no one could say anything bad about my brother anymore.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“You’ll get it next time, it’s okay! Don’t be depressed!”

“Do you feel sick? Don’t overdo it?”

I entered the same high school as my brother.
Then the teachers who had been so cruel to my brother said this to me.
They were so hard on my brother but were like this to me.
It’s not something I could say out loud, but I thought people were very ugly.