They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 315: THEY’RE HERE!!”

First, she selected two strong, straight logs and began shaping the keel, the backbone of the boat. Using the hand saw and drawknife, she smoothed and narrowed them down, creating a gentle V shape underneath to better cut through the current.

Ekene crouched beside her, pretending to tie his shoelace, but really just observing.

“You’re not even hesitating,” he said, amazed.

“It’s not that hard when you understand balance and flow,” she replied without looking up, carving the inner seating frame with a carpenter’s chisel. “Water moves like air, just heavier.”

After constructing the keel, she began attaching the ribs, arched wooden slats that would form the frame. She steamed them briefly using a wrapped tarp and heated stones, bending them gently without cracking. The hull began to take shape.

“She even knows steaming wood?” Ekene thought, stunned. He had seen engineers do less.

She lined the inside with cross beams for stability and used resin to seal the joints. Next came the outer planks, carefully carved, fitted tight, and sealed. She even added hooks for securing packs and a small drainage plug at the base.

The entire frame was lightweight but solid. A functional, open deck riverboat. Nothing fancy, just smart.

As the sun dipped lower, the others helped her lift and set it by the riverbank. The finish glowed faintly from the resin coating, still curing in the warm air.

Ekene stood there with his mouth slightly open.

“You’re… kind of amazing,” he finally said, half-sincere, half stunned.

“Only kind of?” Nnenna teased, wiping her brow. She did not wait for a reply, already walking back to grab the paddles she carved while waiting for the glue to dry.

John leaned over to Ekene.

“Bro… I think she’s half genius, half action movie protagonist.”

nodded slowly. “And maybe

the boat,

first to speak. “You made this… with your

her clothes.

hull

a

“You were out there, what… an hour? I can’t

arrows, outruns

raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to

an underlying respect

the wooden side. “I never imagined this would be how we’d cross… but I

it floats,” John

“Only one

the last rope down and the group

one of the guards yawned and stretched. “Too much water,” he muttered, clutching his stomach. “Be right back,” he said to no one in particular, disappearing into the small forest behind the station, the

into the trees, fumbling with his belt, when he heard a crack. Pausing, he squinted ahead. Between the trunks,

“No… it can’t

Then he saw them.

load into the boat. The man

forgot his bladder

HERE!” he shouted, voice shrill, pants half unzipped. “THE

urge to relieve himself, but he clenched

the riverbank, Abuchi’s head

“Move! Now!” he ordered.

waste

edge and pushed it into the current. The water splashed violently, the current stronger than expected, but the