Chapter 3

"What the hell happened?!"

"Damn it, heal him already!"

Winston stood amidst a pile of bloody, mangled survivors, his face ashen.

He mumbled to himself, "How is this happening? Why isn't it working? I don't know… I just don't know…"

The injured survivors' companions shouted and cursed at him, pushing him relentlessly.

Finally, someone lost it, landing a solid punch on his face. "Useless!"

Winston suddenly snapped, letting out a wild scream as he frantically searched the crowd for me.

He screamed, like a man possessed, "It's you! You did this, didn't you?!"

He pushed past the people surrounding him.

"What is going on?! Didn't I awaken a healing ability?!"

Winston grabbed my shoulders, shaking me with frantic desperation.

"My dear brother, this is what you chose."

His eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief. He seemed utterly bewildered as to why his stolen prize would taste so bitter.

Because when he was a child and always sick, our parents always told me, "You must always give Winston what he wants."

So every single time, he naturally took the best things for himself.

Bianca walked over to assess the situation, her faint smile still in place.

"What's happening?"

Winston flinched, a shiver running through him, and quickly adjusted his expression.

He smoothed down his hair, his eyes red-rimmed, putting on a pitiful act. "Maybe because the ability just awakened, I haven't mastered it yet. I can't heal them right now."

Bianca frowned slightly. "Is that so? Well, nothing we can do."

She gave Winston a reassuring pat on the shoulder, her voice gentle but laced with a chilling warning. "Injured people tend to get emotional, and their friends and family are bound to be upset too."

"But if this happens again, I won't be able to protect you."

Bianca's smile was still in place, but an icy shiver ran down my spine.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath, remembering the coldness in her eyes in the last life. That feeling was still unforgettable.

Winston's face contorted in fear.

After Bianca left, I leaned close to Winston, whispering in his ear:

"You'll never be able to heal anyone else."

"This worthless ability... it can only heal yourself."

I watched him with keen interest, my voice dripping with scorn.

"Not only that, but it'll make you a target for everyone. If they can't get you... they'll destroy you."

His face contorted in disbelief, the light in his eyes dying out instantly.