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

Chapter 506

Chapter 506: It’s Her

Just hang in there.

No one noticed Arthur.

He stood frozen at the middle of the field, his breathing shallow, his arms limp by his sides. Everything around him faded, the sound of the wind, Somto’s worried murmurs, Carl’s precise movements. All of it disappeared into silence.

His eyes stayed locked on Nnenna.

That move...

She shouldn’t have known it. No one should’ve known it.

Because only one person had ever learned it before. And it wasn’t Nnenna.

A memory surged to the surface like a wave, uninvited but unstoppable.

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Eleven years ago.

At the edge of the southern cliffs.

Arthur was barely fourteen then, all sharp elbows, messy hair, and a mind always racing faster than his mouth could keep up. His shirt was stained from a morning training session, and a wooden sword was slung across his back.

She came running to him that afternoon, barefoot, face streaked with tears, and fists clenched.

Six year old Anastasia.

"Arthur!" she sniffed, her voice wobbling as she stomped up the hill. "They said I’m small! They said I’ll never be strong like you!"

She dropped to the grass beside him, hugging her knees. Her cheeks were red from crying, but her eyes still sparkled, stubborn and stormy, like always.

Arthur blinked at her, then let out a sigh. "They said that again?"

She nodded hard, wiping her face roughly with her sleeve. "They laughed when I said I would beat you one day."

Arthur "..."

He looked at the spirited little girl who barely reached his knees when they stand together, for a long second. Then slowly, he smiled.

"Alright then," he said, standing up and brushing grass off his trousers. "Come on. I’ll teach you something no one else knows."

Anastasia blinked up at him, confused. "Really?"

serious now.

She grinned. "Promise!"

he whispered like it was a treasure. "It’s not about being fast or strong. It’s about surprise.

small arms and legs, adjusting her posture with care. He even poked her

move, clumsy, but full

still holding her hand. "Who says you’re not

get

her

morning sun, but its echo clung tightly to

back

whirl of sirens. The bark of orders from Carl. Somto’s

And there she was.

Nnenna.

of sweat clinging to her skin. Her lashes fluttered

just one impossibly sharp second, Arthur didn’t see

He saw her.

child from the

who swore

Anastasia.

That same

His chest tightened.

It’s her.

question. It was a

pounded in

then, reason

No.

and fire. He had seen the

dead. Just

one day, he reminded himself

he clung to that truth, his eyes

there it was

A shadow. A flicker.

in her...

His chest tightened.

eyes tightly, as if doing so could force the thought

doesn’t make sense. It

his heart

kept whispering: Look

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