I was reborn on the first day of the apocalypse.
The good news: I can see every source of disaster and choose whatever abilities I want.
The bad news: my younger sister bears all the side effects.
I gain night vision, and she starts hoarding food.
I gain regeneration, and she develops predatory instincts.
The more abilities I fuse, the less human she becomes.
But to survive, I have to keep getting stronger.
Until that day.
My sister pressed a knife to my chest and softly asked:
"Who are you?"
Only then did I realize:
In my previous life, I fused thirteen abilities and eventually became a monster.
This time, it might be her turn.
