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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

"The pain is unbearable, please heal me quickly!"


My sister stood amidst the bloodied victims, her complexion ghostly white.


She muttered, "What's happening? Why isn't it working? I don't understand, I don't understand..."


The victims' relatives berated her, constantly pushing her around.


At last, one enraged family member struck her across the face.


Suddenly, my sister's emotions boiled over. She yelled and spotted me in the throng.


She screamed hysterically, like someone who'd lost their mind, "It's you!


She shoved her way through the crowd surrounding her.


"What's happening? Isn't my power supposed to heal?!"


My sister clutched my shoulders, shaking me violently.


"My beloved sister, you made this choice."


Her eyes were filled with bewilderment and incomprehension, not grasping why the sweet she'd picked tasted so awful.


Due to her fragility as a child, our family always instructed me to "give in to her."


So, regardless of the circumstances, she instinctively took the best for herself.


Julio also came over to see what was occurring, still wearing his gentle smile.


My sister flinched slightly, quickly composing herself.


She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes red and looking pitiful, "Perhaps it's because my ability just awakened, I haven't mastered it yet, I can't heal them."


Julio's brow furrowed, perplexed, "Is that so? Well, there's nothing we can do then."


He patted my sister's shoulder sympathetically, speaking earnestly, "The injured can't control their emotions, and their families are anxious and upset."


"If this happens again, I might not be able to shield you."


Though Julio spoke with a smile, his words sent shivers down one's spine.


I inhaled deeply, recalling his cold indifference in my previous life, as he cut me to pieces.


My sister's face showed a flicker of terror.


After Julio departed, I approached my sister, whispering in her ear like a demon.


"This useless ability can only heal yourself."


I watched my sister with intrigue, my tone harsh.


"Not only that, it'll make you a target for everyone, and if they can't have it... they'll just destroy it!"


Her face was a mask of disbelief, the light in her eyes shattering.


Chapter 3