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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 bitter memories made me clench my jaw in anger.


My sister ceased her resistance, her eyes glazed over in shock. "They're referring to me, aren't they?"


Her question snapped me back to reality.


I reminded myself that in this lifetime, I wouldn't have to endure those terrors again.


Glancing at my sister, I realized she'd face a horrific fate even if I didn't intervene.


"No matter how much you improve, that flawed ability will only heal you."


"Initially, they'll extract blood for tests. Later, you'll be forced to provide regular blood samples and undergo intense radiation experiments."


I spoke quietly, my words as ominous as a demon's.


With a wry smile, I added, "Eventually, you'll be nothing more than a blood source for the elite. Your blood can indeed prevent zombification, and they'll use it to create and sell purifiers."


Back then, I made public appearances covered head to toe to hide my scarred skin. They even applied cosmetics to mask my unnatural pallor.


Chapter 8