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

Chapter 388: Never Recovering From This

Now downgraded to “fancy origami paper”, apparently.

Not to mention…

His mother’s gift. The Queen. Queen Chioma. The woman who raised him with royal grace, whose gift likely involved historic heirlooms, ancestral blessings, and 10 generations of symbolism and hope.

And none of that beat…

A used, hand embroidered handkerchief.

Probably scented with lavender… and anxiety.

@RoyalBudgeter: Someone tell Queen Chioma her crown’s value just got dethroned by aromatherapy cloth.

@Embroidery4Life: Embroidery classes in 3…2…1… Everyone GO!

@LemonadeStandKing: On his birthday I’m gifting him my old shoelace. Apparently that’s peak emotional currency.

Meanwhile, someone in the audience whispered, “At this point, my cousin’s macaroni art could’ve made it to the top three…”

Another added, “Bro, I burned through five credit cards for those Crown Drops. My cat doesn’t even recognize me anymore. And all he wanted was nostalgic fabric?!”

The guests, from nobles to influencers, foreign dignitaries to petty kingdom cousins, sat stewing in a collective broth of disbelief, envy, and existential dread.

Some were whispering. Others were wailing silently into their champagne flutes. One royal fainted, but politely. Another just muttered, “I should’ve embroidered my tax returns.”

Nnenna, standing amidst the social fallout, could feel their resentment. It was like heat from an overcooked oven, faintly crispy and absolutely judgmental.

But what could she do? Shrug? Apologize for accidentally triggering national chaos with a scented napkin?

was in his

Unbothered.

Unmoved.

Unreachable.

picking the handkerchief from the plush pillow atop the royal parcel stand, as if retrieving a

on the ceremonial table where they were neatly

ceremonial swords, a literal mini lion wearing a jeweled

gift? Oh no. Not this

it was forged by destiny

in front of the entire hall, and to the horror of every gem hoarding royal and estate gifting duke, he carefully folded the handkerchief…

That was now Scented Square

a gentle tap. The pressure of the cloth against his heart

it smelled like her. Like comfort, wildflowers, and what heartbreak probably

The crowd gasped.

IT IN HIS HEART ZONE WHAT IS

the diamond tiger egg

guests started plotting his downfall

medieval wedgie,” hissed Duke

ignored a twelve ton tech drone that reads your

ready to throw hands, scrolls,

them

deep down, they were all just glorified royal mice… and Somto? Somto was the cat. No, he was a lion! Everyone was angry but no one could stand

just any lion. He was the lion with a scented, embroidered emotional nuke tucked into his chest like it was

So they smiled.

soul

“Oh wow.”

“How… tender.”