My Brother Stole the Divine Skill to Become the Savior, I'll Watch Him Beg on His Knees

 The burning sensation of skin being peeled alive, like steel needles stabbing deep into my marrow!

I jolted awake, my chest heaving violently, my throat seemingly still retaining the heavy taste of blood and the burnt smell from nuclear radiation.

Memories, like a burst dam, instantly flooded my mind's defenses.

In my last life's final moments, the warlord "Iron Hand's" troops breached our shelter. When I prepared to escape with my brother Caleb through the secret passage, he calmly shook off my hand and walked toward those fully armed thugs.

He pointed at me, his face twisted with a sinister smile.

"That's Elias, the one with the 'Copy' talent. As agreed, I've brought him to you."

The thug leader nodded with satisfaction, promising him: "Very good. From now on, his status, his followers—all yours."

Caleb's eyes were filled with pathological fervor and venom.

He stared at me intently, saying word by word: "Brother, everyone revolves around you, calling you the savior... Only when you disappear can I become the sole light."

They locked me in a dungeon to endlessly copy supplies. Eventually, in a nuclear attack from hostile forces, I was completely abandoned and died in the center of a high-radiation zone.

In that dark wasteland apocalypse, I used my "Copy" talent to provide hope for everyone in the shelter.

He was my only blood relative, and I did everything I could to protect him in the apocalypse.

But I never imagined that my very existence was his deepest nightmare.

He betrayed me not just for an illusory status, but to personally pull me down from the "altar" and shatter me completely.

"Hah—"

I exhaled heavily, and my distorted vision finally began to focus.

No pervasive radiation dust, no piercing apocalyptic alarms. Only white walls, and two talent source stones placed on the metal table before Caleb and me.

One emitted brilliant silver light, marked [Copy]. The other was dim, showing a murky gray-white color, marked [Purification].

I clenched my fist tightly.

I'd been reborn, returning to that day—the talent selection scene—when fate took its turn.

"Brother, what's wrong? You look terrible."

Caleb's voice came from across the table. I looked up.

He still had that clean, harmless appearance, golden hair, gentle smile. But something was wrong with his eyes.

He wasn't looking at me, but staring fixedly at the [Copy] source stone, with an irrepressible greed and desire in the depths of his eyes.

[Please choose your respective talents].

"I choose Copy!"

The moment the system announcement sounded, Caleb lunged forward and grabbed the [Copy] source stone tightly in his palm!

Without a moment's hesitation!

The stone instantly transformed into a stream of light and drilled into his body.

The instant the awakening completed, Caleb's facial muscles twitched slightly with wild joy. He took a deep breath, as if he'd grasped the power of the entire world in his hands.

Then he turned his head, staring at me with undisguised contempt and triumph.

My heart sank completely.

He... had also been reborn.

This time, I wouldn't care about him anymore.

Caleb excitedly tried to use his talent. I glanced at him coldly, stepped forward directly, and grasped the [Purification] source stone in my hand.

Gray-white light flowed from my palm into my bloodstream, without earth-shattering power, but bringing a refreshing coolness that completely soothed the soul-burning sensation from rebirth.

Caleb looked at me with barely concealed triumph: "Brother, isn't your talent too useless compared to mine?"

Clearly, he thought that possessing the so-called "Copy" talent meant he could do anything in the coming apocalypse.

I couldn't be bothered to look at him anymore and turned directly toward the door.

Only when I closed the door did the cold smile in my heart fully spread.

This fool had no idea how terrible the situation I faced in my last life with the "Copy" talent actually was.

In the collapsed order of the radioactive wasteland, possessing the ability to "copy" supplies was a complete disaster.

To protect him, I worked day and night copying supplies for the shelter, even overdrawing my body.

Caleb thought he'd stolen a crown, but it was actually a death warrant to hell!

And my [Purification]...

I looked down at my open palm, feeling that pure power within, my eyes becoming sharp as a blade.

In the last life, Caleb himself was lazy and considered this talent useless.

He didn't know that the purification ability, which required extensive practice to use, was the truly priceless treasure in the radiation apocalypse.