Chapter 4

"Preposterous! Unthinkable!"

My sister shoved me away wildly, mumbling to herself.

"You're not telling the truth."

"You're worried I'll be cherished by all the powerful individuals as you were in your previous existence, you're concerned I'll rise to prominence and seek retribution!"

Her gaze was filled with insanity and longing, "If it can only mend myself, how could you have been so coveted in your past life?"

She gestured at me with her scarlet fingernails.

"Sister, do you believe I'm as naive as I was before?"

"This time, you're fated to be crushed beneath my feet."

Her expression lost its frenzy, revealing a resolute grin.

She departed abruptly, though her stride lacked conviction.

She might be partially convinced, but it's inconsequential, regardless of her stubbornness, reality remains unchanged.

In my former life, after numerous experiments, realizing I could only heal myself was a devastating revelation.

Those once kind to me suddenly became hostile.

Julio directly aimed a weapon at me, still smiling softly, "How will you make amends for our disappointment?"

"It appears you can only settle the debt with your body."

His icy stare and words remain etched in my memory to this day.

No one came to my aid then, and I endured everything alone.

This time, it's my sister's decision.

She may have her reservations, but it's irrelevant. Facts are immutable, no matter how obstinate she is.

In my previous existence, after multiple attempts, I was stunned to learn that I could only heal myself.

Those once friendly to me suddenly turned antagonistic.

Julio pointed a firearm at me, smiling gently: "How will you reimburse us for our losses?"

"It seems you must repay us physically."

I still can't erase that cold gaze and tone from my mind.

No one rescued me then; I bore it by myself.

In this life, my sister made her choice.

She only saw my dazzling position and disregarded the hidden wounds behind the authority.

To don the crown, one must shoulder its burden.

I refuse to tread that path again in this existence.

With clear vision and steady steps, I continued to lead in eradicating zombies for the following days.

After each gruesome battle, I sensed my abilities growing stronger.

But my sister's look towards me became increasingly warped and sinister.

Upon returning to the supermarket after a zombie encounter, I was met with suspicion and revulsion from everyone.

My sister's triumphant expression was among them.

Julio, with an apologetic voice, said, "Someone claimed to have seen you bitten by a zombie."

"You have two options: depart from the supermarket or undress for inspection."

Suddenly, it felt as if that gun was aimed at me once more.

Someone taunted, "Let's all examine her, or I'll be terrified!"

The vulgar jokes were met with approval.

"Don't banish her; she might seek vengeance. Just restrain her and strip her for inspection!"

I cast my eyes down. This is human nature during the apocalypse, easily influenced by provocation.

My sister, with tears in her eyes and a quivering voice, said, "It's for everyone's protection, sis! It's the end times. Don't jeopardize everyone's lives over a meaningless sense of modesty!"

The tension reached its zenith.

Everyone was yelling frantically, as if I were prey they had to seize.

I silently retreated a few steps, only to find myself encircled.

I frowned deeply. This situation was dire.

My thoughts raced, considering ways to escape, swiftly moving towards the fuel supply, threatening them with my remaining powers; or using electricity to break through and forge an escape route...

No matter what, I won't yield in this life.

Determined, I raised my gleaming eyes.

Then I heard a loud noise.

Followed by the sound of a body collapsing.

"Homicide!!!"