I Reborn and Gave My Special Abilities to Hounds
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In my past life, they drained my blood, kicked me off the rooftop, and said, "Waste doesn't deserve to live."
Reborn into the apocalypse, I opened my palm, and seven beams of primal energy pierced the sky. The woman who cried out "the best in the world" to me just ten minutes ago couldn't even produce a spark now. The brother who wore the boots I sewed and called me trash was being chased and bitten by mutants like a stray dog, his leg broken.
They came to me with memories of their past lives, demanding, "Why did you steal our special abilities?"
In front of thousands of people, I unleashed a net of lightning, scorching those who came to block my way. They knelt in the mud, their heads bleeding from kowtowing; Elena covered her mouth, which had been slapped clean, and David trembled on his single leg, leaning on a rusty steel pipe—yet they couldn't even climb over the iron thorns surrounding my tower.
Later, they rotted into a pile of mud in the arena and among the hordes of corpses, and I didn't even look back.
Until a horde of millions of zombies besieged the city, I went out alone with my sword and shattered the zombie king with a single strike.
The entire ruins knelt down.
They thought I had stolen the light.
No. I was just a fire that burned away what should have been garbage.
Reborn into the apocalypse, I opened my palm, and seven beams of primal energy pierced the sky. The woman who cried out "the best in the world" to me just ten minutes ago couldn't even produce a spark now. The brother who wore the boots I sewed and called me trash was being chased and bitten by mutants like a stray dog, his leg broken.
They came to me with memories of their past lives, demanding, "Why did you steal our special abilities?"
In front of thousands of people, I unleashed a net of lightning, scorching those who came to block my way. They knelt in the mud, their heads bleeding from kowtowing; Elena covered her mouth, which had been slapped clean, and David trembled on his single leg, leaning on a rusty steel pipe—yet they couldn't even climb over the iron thorns surrounding my tower.
Later, they rotted into a pile of mud in the arena and among the hordes of corpses, and I didn't even look back.
Until a horde of millions of zombies besieged the city, I went out alone with my sword and shattered the zombie king with a single strike.
The entire ruins knelt down.
They thought I had stolen the light.
No. I was just a fire that burned away what should have been garbage.
















































