The System
Language: en
After we turned eighteen, our mom let us draw Systems. My sister got lucky and drew the Genius System. I was unlucky and drew the Loser System. Later, my sister became a successful entrepreneur. However, she was constantly guilt-tripped by our parents and drained dry by our relatives. Because she refused to help one time, a relative held a grudge and reported to the authorities that she possessed a System. My sister was taken by the Research Institute, used as a test subject, and died miserably on the operating table. Meanwhile, because I was timid and easy to control, a wealthy…