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.

was now, on that glittering, thunderous

maybe whatever invisible power had

know. They

hopeful face with no background, no protection. A soft target in a

them hadn’t tried

tried to cripple

Queen Chioma remembered.

palace walls,

still agreed: No

walk

somehow, he made

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

He struck gold.

had written in the dark, planning it to be his

said it could resurrect any dead

him

the family had no choice. They revealed his identity,

It broke.

the royal banner was attached to his name, the world lost its breath.

apologies from those who had laughed,

by then, Abuchi had already ascended too far for any of

even

This time not on their phone screens, or filtered through TV

Up close.

Undeniable.

sat in stunned silence, watching with quiet, dignified

Her son.

His brother.

Their brother.

room full of

With a single song.

Online?

It broke.

ON WHITE NIGHT. I

for Somto. I stayed for Abuchi.

is better than White

performance. That was

VIP seat, clenched his jaw. His polished calm cracked for a second. “They gave him that

shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t know

weren’t supposed to,” White Night said under his

the livestreamers were

roommates from the