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

Chapter 344: Did Not Flinch

The command was casual, cold. Like he was choosing the first act in a play, not a man’s final breath.

Gasps rose from the group. Ruth’s hand tightened around her father’s. Mesha took one step forward, face calm, almost noble, though his eyes quietly searched his daughter’s one last time.

King Eglon’s reason was clear.

Mesha was the lion. The steady one. The threat.

He had to go first.

The guards stepped forward to carry out the King’s command.

John clenched his fists but did not speak.

Ekene closed his eyes.

Nnenna turned her head away.

Abuchi muttered a prayer under his breath.

As the guards came closer to take Mesha, Ruth and her mother instantly rushed to his side.

“No! No, please don’t take him!” Ruth’s voice cracked, raw and trembling. Her arms wrapped tightly around her father’s waist, refusing to let go. Her mother clung to his other side, sobbing into his shoulder as if holding on could somehow freeze time.

“You can not take him,” his wife whispered, over and over again.

But Mesha only smiled softly, despite the pain in his eyes. He placed one hand gently on Ruth’s head, the other on his wife’s back.

“It’s alright,” he whispered.

His voice was calm, like a lighthouse in a storm. But it only made Ruth cry harder.

“Don’t say that,” she sobbed, shaking her head violently.

The moment was heartbreak carved into flesh.

But the guards, unmoved by tears or love, stepped in.

“Move aside,” one barked.

out a scream as one of them grabbed her arm

Ruth held on tighter.

“Please, don’t!” she cried.

mother in his arms, pulling them back protectively just as the guards

go!” Ruth shrieked. “Let go of

sorry,” Mesha said softly, locking eyes with

They could

steps of the platform, his figure stood tall, proud, even

Ruth’s trembling frame as she buried her face into his shoulder. Her mother collapsed into his other arm, weeping in silence,

the wooden stage echoed across

into his mouth, as if he were

soul in the courtyard held their breath as Mesha stood alone on the platform, bound but unbowed, his calm defiance igniting a quiet fire in the hearts

with an unnerving grin, flicking a piece of popcorn into his mouth. He turned to one of his men and snapped his fingers. “Bring the camera. Set it up. I want them all to see, every last

military grade livestream rig was wheeled in, aimed straight at the platform. One of Eglon’s aides tapped a screen.

beyond, people stopped what

image of Mesha, restrained and standing tall beneath the harsh sun, filled screens of all sizes. Phones lit up in crowded marketplaces, in airports, in

fists clenched in anger. Tears welled up.

no this can not be

has saved us more

with

They can not do this! King Mesha fought

Finally. One less

He does not deserve

doing what must be done. Weakness has

I can’t watch. Someone stop

for Mesha was

the

#StandWithKingMesha

#ExecutionDay

#PurlitLives

#ThisIsNotJustice

their last hope die before their eyes. This is how you crush rebellion, not with force, but with

massive, curved weapon forged not just to kill, but to humiliate. It glinted in

camera, beyond the chains. His lips moved silently, perhaps a prayer, or a

online grew

“Mesha, please fight!”