After ten years of purgatory, my sister and I were the last survivors in this zombie city.
When I finally took her to the edge, the glimmer of hope was shattered by the cold muzzle of the gun. They called her an "experiment" and then deleted her in person.
At the moment when my soul was annihilated, the [Destruction System] was activated by extreme anger.
I looked at the executioners expressionlessly and activated the button.
The sky turned into a curtain of blood, and the earth began to wail.
I smiled and asked, "How do you want to die?"
However, just when I wanted the whole world to bury my sister with me, a cold warning came from the system: the survival of a blood-related individual was detected.
I looked up in disbelief and saw her walking slowly from the bloody dust, her whole body spotless.
She raised the blue controller in her hand and showed me a familiar yet unfamiliar smile:
"Brother, are you responsible for destroying the world?"
"What a coincidence, my system is called - [Creation]."
