[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power":3,"chapter-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-200":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1085611,1415,"Chapter 200: My brother [1]","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-200",200,"\u003Cp>Chapter 200 – My brother [1]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daela...I have something to tell you.\" Kaden’s voice echoed in the enclosed room, trembling and shaking with confusion and apprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daela snapped her head toward him faster than thought, her red eyes locking on him. She had heard the faint tremor in his voice, and immediately knew something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded softly, heart beating faster, urging her little brother to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden drew in a deep breath. \"I want—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped mid-pitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t actually know how to say it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could say it directly, but Kaden knew speaking bluntly about such things would do more harm than good, especially to someone not used to hearing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his gaze fixed on the portrait of Scarlet, as if she could grant him the strength to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How would you feel if I chose to change a tradition inside this house?\" he asked, his voice carrying apprehension, but also an undertone of hopelessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helplessness, because Kaden knew his sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew she wasn’t the type to sit with you and discuss the mysteries of life over tea and pastries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t the type to see you conflicted, sad, drowning in a forlorn expression heavy enough to make worlds weep, and then come to comfort you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That didn’t mean Daela was bad or heartless — no. Outwardly she might look that way, but inwardly she felt everything, more deeply than most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, she was more observant than any of the Warborn. Even more than Kaden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She noticed things others overlooked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she was silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And especially because...she listened to understand, not to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone made her different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People nowadays don’t listen to understand. They listen only to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, it might look like they are listening, but really, they are just waiting to speak back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that process they don’t stop to think about what you meant, why you said it, or how to respond so that you won’t feel misunderstood or dismissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t care. Or maybe, more accurately...they were ignorant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because when you live in a world that bombards you with billions of pieces of information — mostly useless — every day, your mind is already too tired to care about the hidden meanings behind your interlocutor’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in such a world, Daela had learned that silence was better than wasted noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because of this particularity of her that she understood immediately: something was wrong with her brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that made his voice tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daela decided to hold a conversation today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed her eyes briefly, then placed her hand on Kaden’s shoulder, turning him so their eyes met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red against red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood against blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An unspoken tension swelled between them, filling the room like mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What would I do if you were to change a tradition?\" she asked, her voice losing its apathetic taste, shifting into something neutral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden was taken aback by the change. And especially by the way Daela’s eyes fixed on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because right now...he felt listened to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in a way, that only made him more nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still, he steeled his heart, steadied his breathing, and answered. \"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daela responded softly, \"What tradition do you wish to change?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden’s eyes darted nervously around the Archive, his fingers twitching before an awkward smile tugged at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, sister...what if I told you that I want...\" He faltered, struggling to finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew he couldn’t keep dragging it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he closed his eyes and blurted it all at once, fast, as though ripping off a bandage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want more than one wife!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words came out louder than he meant, echoing through the room again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each echo made him want to dig a pit and crawl into it to bury his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden cringed heavily. A flush of red spread across his cheeks, his embarrassment plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment without hearing a response, he slowly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daela stood staring at him with wide, red eyes. Eyes filled with shock and indignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kaden missed something else hiding deep within them...insecurity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why?\" she finally managed, her voice hoarse, carrying unspoken feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do you want more than one wife? No...what do you even want from a wife?\" she asked again, her voice trembling, threatening to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden stood silent, eyes locked on hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had known Daela would not be thrilled to hear him speak against tradition. But now that he had said it, he had to defend it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was the real issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How do you justify wanting multiple wives?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More children? More prosperity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was nonsense. The Warborn didn’t need what they already had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what good could it bring?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaden didn’t know, honestly. He was still young, only fifteen. Even combining his two lives, his maturity wasn’t high enough to fully grasp it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was one thing he knew...his desires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because...I love more than one woman.\" His words came out simple, tinged with guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words rang in Daela’s mind like a trumpet blast, echoing painfully, like someone had taken a spike as thick as a tree trunk and driven it through her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt. Gods, it hurt so badly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hurt to hear her brother confess he loved other women — not just her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Did I not love him enough?’ she wondered desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic and fear flushed through her veins like venom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because suddenly, she felt she was going to lose her brother to other girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She imagined someone taking all of Kaden’s attention, monopolizing him until she could no longer see him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thoughts spiraled wild. She saw him with children, forgetting she even existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes...why would he care about a sister once he had wives who gave him babies and happiness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would he care about her when other women could love him, spoil him, give him everything?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes...what role would she have left in her brother’s world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breathing grew ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Daela...?\" Kaden called hesitantly, seeing her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Daela didn’t hear. She was spiraling, lost in tormenting thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid of losing her brother’s love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid of losing his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t afford it. He was the only one she felt safe with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one she would lay down her life for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one whose touch she craved, even if it was just a pat on the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one who gave her care when the world gave her nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She remembered that cave, after he saved her from the steelbeasts. The moment when he patted her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the best moment of her life. And perhaps it always would be, until the day she died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes...she loved him that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not romantically, as some might think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as a sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a protective sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a loving sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a sister who was too shy to ask openly for affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a sister who stayed silent, afraid of being misunderstood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a sister who always feared she wasn’t loving enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a sister who wanted only one thing: for her brother to remain her brother, not a husband to others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, that was all she wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t asking for the moon to be plucked from the heavens and placed before her on a plate forged from sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t asking for riches, or protection, or favors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only wanted her brother...to be her brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice broke, trembling on the edge of sobs. Her body shook like a leaf whipped by the wind, her heart so heavy she nearly collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What she didn’t know...was that Kaden’s heart shattered too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest felt torn apart, as if Death itself had come to rip it open, watching his sister in such a state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He staggered down and whimpered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"S-Sister...?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—End of Chapter 200—\u003C\u002Fp>",1316,"2026-06-03T10:53:47.503Z",1,"novelbin.me","101095a06595f15d80a27026f7a7f764e04f663f1d991a3ed8c0a03f220d8b78","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-291","killed-me-now-i-have-your-power-chapter-290",481,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fkilled-me-now-i-have-your-power-cover.jpg"]