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

Chapter 385: The Performance of a Lifetime

Abuchi moved, not with the awkwardness of someone trying to impress, but with the fluid command of someone who owned the very stage he stood on. His dance wasn’t flashy, but every motion was deliberate, sharp, clean. Art.

His outfit shimmered under the lights, a tailored fusion of royal and modern, flowing like liquid metal with each step. The symbol of Lionara etched over his chest sparkled each time he turned.

His voice rose again:

?”Not for gold, not for throne, not for fame,

But for hearts that dared whisper my name.

I rise not alone, but with every cry,

That dared to dream beneath this sky.”?

The hall erupted.

People gasped, clapped, cried out softly. Guests who had been stiff and formal were now gripping their seats, leaning forward, unable to blink.

Some stood.

Obinna’s jaw dropped. He actually forgot to breathe. “That’s my brother…” he muttered, blinking fast. “He’s—he’s actually…”

Nnenna covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide, glimmering.

Queen Chioma?

She was beyond shocked.

When Abuchi first started chasing music in junior high, she had been one of the first to shut it down. So had King Ikechukwu, Obinna, Ebere… almost the entire royal family. No one thought it was a path worth walking.

Except Somto.

He had quietly encouraged him, despite the backlash.

And of course, no one even thought to ask for Nnenna’s opinion.

Chidera was far too young to understand anything at the time.

To the rest of the family, Abuchi’s dream was just that, a foolish, childish dream.

What did a boy barely in his teens know about the brutal industry? He would crash. Burn. Suffer without their help.

And so, they made sure he did.

When Abuchi insisted on juggling music with his academics, not a single one of them gave him support. Not emotionally. Not financially. Not even a whisper of encouragement behind closed doors.

he was now, on that glittering, thunderous stage, was all

whatever invisible power had

know. They hadn’t

no background, no protection. A soft target in a sea

them hadn’t tried

to

Queen Chioma remembered.

behind palace walls, Abuchi’s grind, his little wins, his battles, his

agreed:

him walk

somehow, he made

small cameo roles in forgettable films, he sang his heart out,

He struck gold.

final desperate track he had written in the dark, planning it to be his farewell to

it could resurrect any

turned him into a

fame exploded, the family had no choice. They revealed his identity, the third prince of Lionara. And the

It broke.

the royal banner was attached to his name, the world

from those who had laughed,

by then, Abuchi had already ascended too

didn’t even look

now, now, they were seeing it again. This time not on their phone screens, or filtered

Up close.

Undeniable.

silence, watching with quiet,

Her son.

His brother.

Their brother.

full of monarchs,

With a single song.

Online?

It broke.

“SOMEONE CHECK ON WHITE NIGHT. I WOULD BE

“I came for Somto. I stayed for Abuchi. I might

White Night’s concert. Yeah, I said

a performance. That was a spiritual

jaw. His polished calm cracked for a second. “They gave

him, a smaller time pop idol shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t know he

White

the livestreamers

members, dragged roommates from the kitchen, threw aside dinner