The younger sister I raised is destined to destroy the world.
The divine race rewrote history and manipulated humanity and the demon race into slaughtering each other. Every day, I went into the mountains to hunt, cooked porridge for my sister, mended her stuffed toy, and bickered with her. I thought we'd live like that for the rest of our lives.
Until the divine race discovered the mark on my sister's forehead. Until I nearly died protecting her and saw nine fox tails burst from her body, reaching for the sky. Until my master burned away his life to tell me that we siblings were reincarnations of ancient Supreme beings, back to exact revenge after being betrayed and sacrificed long ago, now bearing a curse.
But by then, I had lost everything. My master was dead, my companions had scattered, and I had sent my sister back to the demon race with my own hands. She cried and accused me of deceiving her, but I had to deceive her one last time.
On the day of the final battle, she believed me when I said, “I have a secret move.” I sacrificed my bloodline for her and watched with my own eyes as she broke through to a realm unmatched throughout the ages.
She became the world's guardian. She hated me for taking matters into my own hands, yet missed me so desperately she was going mad.
Someone asked my sister, “Do you hate him?” Clutching the stuffed fox I left behind, she stayed silent for a long time. “I do. But he's the only person in the world who would sew the ears onto that fox for me.”
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