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My sister and I were chosen by the superpowers on the day of the end of the world.
I chose the most useless healing ability.
My sister chose the coolest-looking powerful ability - creating lightning.
With no place to display her powerful ability, my sister was struggling to survive among the survivors.
But I was reused by the leader because I could heal everyone.
I wanted to help my sister out of trouble, but she pushed me into the zombie group out of jealousy.
When I opened my eyes again, we returned to the day of choosing superpowers.
"I choose healing!" My sister spoke first.
I peered at the dazzling electricity crackling in my palm and grinned.
It was the ability I had craved in my former life.

Sparks of Redemption, A Sisterly Power Play

My sister, it appears, is cunning though not without sense. She grasped the situation swiftly.


In her mind, she expected me to come to her aid as I had previously, as if it were a given.


But why would I endanger myself for someone who wants me dead?


I brusquely pulled away from her, saying, "Why should I bother? Isn't this the ability you so desperately sought?"


My bitter words made her blush, and she feigned a look of sympathy.


After I rescued her then, she played nice to my face while secretly plotting my downfall.


"I find pleasure in seeing you tormented and full of remorse."


"Didn't you covet my power, everything I possessed in my former life? Well, here it is."


Gripping her chin tightly, I hissed, "They'll carve you up bit by bit. Your remarkable healing won't let you die. You'll just spiral further into misery."


"Your blood will sustain them, and you'll be their living pantry."


Chapter 9