I stared at the emerald-green shoot that had suddenly sprouted in my palm, its tendrils entwining with the gray, hazy energy of my space. In my previous life, I awakened a simple spatial ability. But in this life, the shoot suddenly surged into a thorny vine, wrapping around my wrist in the shape of an elegant crown.
“Looks like in this life,” I said, clenching my fist as the thorn crown blazed with dazzling green light, “even my powers are telling me to be queen.”
“Reborn in the apocalypse, I wield limitless supplies and a plant ability that defies the heavens. In this life, those who betrayed me will pay in blood!”
