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

Chapter 432: Uncontrollable Hatred

Arthur’s eyes flicked toward the center of the range again and again. He said nothing, but he saw it.

Ava stood tall with pride as her next arrow landed in the heart of her target. Jana clenched her jaw in determination and struck gold soon after.

And then there was Nnenna.

Each time she fired, there was a quiet grace to her movements, a natural rhythm, fluid and precise. She learned not by brute force, but by instinct and sharp observation.

Arthur folded his arms. His gaze lingered on her for a fraction longer than he intended.

He said nothing.

But deep down, he was impressed.

For Nnenna, it was almost effortless.

By her third trial, her arrow sailed smoothly through the air, thwack! straight into the bullseye. Clean. Controlled. Precise.

She didn’t react. No gasp, no smile. Just calmly notched another arrow, eyes narrowed, focused.

Ava, on the other hand, got it on her eighth try. She frowned, her pride stung, but quickly masked it with a flick of her hair and a forced smirk. She was still one of the best… right?

The other fast learners, the so called geniuses of the class, needed no more than twenty tries. That alone was impressive in such a complex technique, and Arthur finally nodded, the corner of his lips twitching in subtle approval.

“Very good,” he said, his deep voice low and smooth.

Then, without warning, he appeared right behind Nnenna.

“Your form,” he said gently, his tone strangely softer, “is excellent.”

“Thank you,” Nnenna replied softly, without turning around. She didn’t stop, didn’t pause. She simply took another arrow and drew it back again.

It was better to keep going, to perfect it, to escape the tension crawling up her neck.

But Arthur didn’t move.

intensity. His usually cool demeanor softened just a little, the edges

Ava noticed.

on the ninth, the tenth, and twelfth try, each shot a little better than the last. Each one was supposed to impress him. She even adjusted her posture to be more graceful,

hadn’t looked her

focus, all his attention… was

trembled slightly as she notched another arrow. She didn’t even realize she was holding her breath until it slipped out in

boiled quietly beneath

around the grip

wicked thought crept in: What if I “accidentally” aimed at Nnenna

it came, her

the hell

The bow in her hands felt suddenly foreign, like it didn’t belong to

started thinking like that? Since when had she

not who I

always taught her better. They lived by principles, by strength rooted in restraint and grace. She had prided herself on those values. She

sharply and closed her

faced the target once again, pushing the darkness from her mind. Focus,

Ava was battling the shadows in her own mind, someone else was sinking

Jana.

a little farther off, watching the entire

That girl. That Nnenna.

late and pretending to be average. Then she captured

Arthur was hovering near

curled so tightly her

does she

at Nnenna, who, oblivious, continued practicing, calm

that made it

even try.

her teeth, thoughts

to be different. He was supposed to notice her, the smart one, the hard working one, the one who deserved to