Todos los capítulos de Me vs. My Sister's Plot Armor: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Maybe it was the springwater I chugged, but I just wouldn't die—clinging to life by a thread.Finally, I bit through Enzo's skull and hit something solid—his core.No hesitation. I chewed it up and swallowed.When a normal human eats a Powered's core, there's a tiny shot they inherit the Power. Most of the time? It tears them apart from the inside, bleeding out every hole.But I wasn't scared to die.If I didn't risk it, I wouldn't survive this apocalypse anyway.The second I swallowed it, Enzo finally died.And just like that, the vines strangling me crumbled into dust.The gaping holes in my body started to close—slowly—thanks to the springwater.Barely hanging on, I dragged something heavy to block the door, chucked Enzo's corpse out the window, and blacked out.***When I woke up, the house was dead silent.I reached out to sit up—and a vine sprouted from my fingertip.Wait... this was—Enzo's Plant-based Power?I could feel it. This wasn't the basic version. It was

"Selene, why are you still fighting him? You're the one who stopped me before..." Willa exhaled, then gave Tristan this dreamy little smile. "I'm just glad you're okay."Tristan tilted his head—and cranked up the Power.My shoulder blew apart.Seriously?These two were revolting."Who's that?" Tristan jerked his chin at Timothy, posted up next to Willa with a shield."H-He's..." Willa was already wrapped up in Timothy's arms. His girlfriend had just died and he'd barely paused before locking onto Willa. They'd been shamelessly flirting all week.She bit her lip, gave this tiny head shake, all torn up.And of course, that tragic little look just made Tristan angrier. I felt like my insides were being shredded.Then—bam. Timothy hacked up blood and dropped.Dead."Guess his Power fried him."Some NPC stepped up like they were reading from a script."He was kind," Willa murmured, soft and saintly. "Like a big brother."And just like that, everything clicked.I smiled—cold a

First thing I did? Traded off a batch of almost-expired food.The rest—meds, essentials, gas—I kept. I'd sell them off later, slow and smart.Spatial users with storage powers weren't everywhere, but not exactly rare either. So when I dumped a haul that size, people looked—but no one freaked. They'd seen it before.On my way out, some hot guys and girls at the corner threw me flirty looks.Near the gate, I passed a row of beat-up tents. A few people peeked out from behind the curtains, watching."Mom, don't die... please..."A scrawny kid clung to his dirt-covered mom, bawling.His lips were cracked, straight-up desert dry. She had a nasty gash splitting her mouth wide open."Water... water..."I turned to the staffer next to me. "It's really that bad in here?"Didn't add up.In the original plot, Willa and Tristan were already cozying up at some pool party inside the base by now.Willa was pregnant, hiding it under a conservative outfit.Tristan, ice-cold as usual, had ya

Those rich kids were untouchable here.They did whatever they wanted, and the law looked the other way.Not shocking—most of the peacekeepers were on their families' payrolls.But I cracked down hard. Backed it with real strength.Now my name was everywhere.Captain of the security squad—second-biggest force in Brentford Base.Every step I took? Watched.The elite families hated my guts.Willa's grand entrance into Brentford Base? Pure theater.Even a halfwit could see the setup—this was calculated.Maybe political.Maybe a trap. Get close, get killed.The plot armor routine? Dress Willa up like a saint, shove me back into the maid role—same old script.And yeah, I was paranoid. But with plot armor, paranoia was just common sense.I didn't play along.No warning—just snapped a vine at Willa and spun her like a top.I didn't go full force. Just enough to mess her up.She didn't see it coming. Screamed as she twirled, hair flying, looking straight-up unhinged.A few eli

I'd used Gabriel as a human shield. Leaving him to bleed out felt cold—even for me.So yeah, I dragged him through the winding halls until I found a small room and pulled him inside.Didn't expect it to be quiet.Definitely didn't expect the soft gurgle of a baby.There, in a crib, wrapped up like a burrito, was a newborn.And then it hit me—Willa's stomach had been flat.It'd been months. Her kid should've been here by now.Was this it?Outside the door, a voice broke the silence. "Time to feed him. Why hasn't Saint Willa come yet? Whatever, I'll bring the Holy Child to her."The knob turned.A woman stepped in.We locked eyes."Hi."Before she could scream, a vine snapped out and dropped her.I shut the door and finally turned to face Willa's kid—my so-called nephew.Pulled the blanket back... and froze.That face.I glanced at Gabriel, still bleeding on the floor.It was him. Mini version, but no doubt.The Chat Feed blew up.[Wait, wasn't the kid supposed to be