The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 55: Chapter 54: The Dawn of a New World

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Chapter 54: The Dawn of a New World PancakesWitch ----- Annabelle, the Arachnid Princess, is the little sister of the leader of the “Dawn of a New World” villain organization. It honestly felt as if the author of the novel made her a parallel to my own character, being my complete opposite. While my own character in the novel was shown to be gentle, weak, and innocent, Annabelle is cocky, selfish, and strong. I don’t remember at all in any part of the story that this newbie hunter drill was ever explained. So this entire event is something that wasn’t covered in that novel, something that might be out of the range of things I can predict... Ah, well, as if that hasn’t been happening since the beginning. However, it gets rather sad; her big brother doesn’t really love her and only uses her for her strength, manipulating her. At the end of the “Dawn of a New World” story arc, she is killed by my brother after she transforms into a giant monster, provoked by her brother feeding her a drug made with demonic human blood. It was really gruesome, but because her character was made so hateful and evil, it felt like something “she deserved” for many readers, especially male readers. As a woman, I felt like Jack went too far. And now that such memories of this novel merge with my own, it feels like I’ve got to do something here too. There were too many deaths, honestly. Maybe the leader of the organization is planning something or just genuinely wants her to grow stronger or spy on the newbie hunters. Even then, it might be a good opportunity to get her to be my friend, or at least try. Unlike the gentle and nice Dan Baihe, however, she’s very different, and it might be really quite the challenge. But I have high charm and some crazy privileges. If push comes to shove, I’ll have to just charm her and dazzle her with my adorableness, or something. Maybe even brainwashing her... I know it sounds a bit sick, but honestly, brainwashing her into being a better person and, at the same time, saving her from a horrifying death would be better than letting her, well, die. Though, how can I even brainwash people? I don’t think I can, even if I wanted to. At most, I can just convince them; I guess I’ll have to rely on my “Little Sister” build. "Well, isn’t that nice? You can make a new friend.” Said my brother. He seemed to be completely unaware. “I’m looking forward to that newbie hunter drill!” Said Dan Baihe. She was slightly excited. “Err, yeah.” I sighed. Scarlet giggled happily; it seems she was also rather unaware of the abuse her boss gave to his sister, or maybe she didn’t care? It’s hard to tell what’s going on inside her head. In the end, the “date” ended as we went back home. Scarlet really wanted to bring my brother somewhere else, though, and Dracula kept pestering me to convince him, but this time I decided to ignore his cheap bait. Scarlet then gave my brother her number and went off on her own for now. The grilled meat was good, but my stomach was hurting a lot from the nervousness I felt from having her around. Her aura is really strong. “This should be your room, Baihe,” I said, showing her a small, unoccupied room in our department; we already bought a bed and some furniture for her. "My own room?!” She asked in shock. “Yeah, you didn’t have one?” I asked. “I-I used to sleep on the living room’s couch." Baihe seemed like she was about to cry. “O-Oh, well, you can familiarize yourself here and all,” I said with a smile. “Anyways, I’ll go rest in my room; if you ever need anything, just ask me.” “Okay, thanks a lot!” She said this, bowing her head. Like that, the day came to an end as I went to sleep peacefully, fully knowing there were many things to tackle shortly. . . . Scarlet slowly walked down a desolate street within the red light district of Stronghold City, reaching an abandoned factory area, where she met several figures sitting around, the darkness of the night covering their faces and appearances. “Scarlet, you’re bac