Rewriting the Apocalypse

2_explaination

I yawned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. This comfy bed was the most comfortable I'd been in eight years. With a year to prepare, I'd create a place where I could finally relax. "Looks like I really did meet a goddess." I muttered, glancing at the book beside me and grinning. "...I'm so gonna kill all those shitty people who turned me into a sacrifice...Tsk." I got up and headed to the bathroom for a hot shower.

Since the apocalypse, many things had become impossible, especially at the beginning: hot showers, internet access, phone calls. Electricity was gone for a while, but eventually, scientists created replacements for some lost technologies. However, they were expensive, and people like me couldn't afford them. When the meteorites fell, humans were the first to be infected, followed by animals, and then, a week later, even the plants. Water became polluted and required time and energy to purify. I spent my life working just to get clean water. Money became useless, replaced by meteor stones found in zombies' eyes. These stones served as proof of kills, like a job record. The job: kill zombies, earn food and water.

At first, killing zombies was impossible for me. Despite being gifted with Element Manipulation, I was weak. My illness hindered my control. Those with powers developed strength and resistance to such illnesses. Since I was already sick, it took time for my body to gain that strength.

I looked at myself and frowned. My body had stopped developing at fourteen, leaving me short with a baby face, even though I was seventeen. The apocalypse started when I was eighteen, and my growth didn't resume until I was twenty-one, thanks to the strength I gained. Still, I looked much younger than I was. I wasn't taken seriously; kids weren't considered useful in zombie raids.

Women were strong too, but most were afraid of zombies and hid with their children. Those who didn't were prime targets, not just for zombies, but for human males as well.

After a long shower, I dried myself, sat on the bed, and looked at the book. Before I could open it, someone knocked.

"Young master, I brought your breakfast." a woman's voice said. Before I could reply, she entered with a trolley. Cheap breakfast...ahh, how could I forget the most important thing in my life...my shitty life.

The woman placed the trolley in front of my bed, glared at me, and left.

I sighed and chuckled. How funny.

Even before the apocalypse, I wasn't considered human. My family had been rich for generations; money was never a problem. But when my parents died in an accident, my evil uncle stole my inheritance. I was only ten then. I thought they were helping me at first. They treated me well initially, but it was all a ploy to take what was mine. Now they do whatever they want with my money. They replaced the servants with new ones who treated me like dirt. And when the apocalypse began, they abandoned me without a second thought. When they finally died, I learned something interesting: my illness was caused by them, by daily poisoning.

I looked at the milk on the trolley, shaking my head. "I'm not going to waste this chance to make your lives a living hell." I hummed happily, grabbing the book. "Let's see what I can do, right, my dear goddess?"

~•Cheating is good•~

I raised an eyebrow at the title. Seriously? Goddess?... I lay down and began to read.

"Hello, dear player~ I'm your system, here to help you win this game. I was created just for you; no one else can read this book. However, if you want to share it, you must write the name of the person you wish to share it with.

Here's what you need to know about the missions I'll give you:

-I give you a mission, and you choose the reward.