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

Chapter 543: Who Am I?

She knows.

....How?

The old memory hit him full in the chest: the cliffs, the wooden sword, a boy’s clenched fist, a promise whispered between two children.

It was too close... and all wrong.

She seemed to remember it, this exact memory, his mind said, plain and simple. Not a fluke. Not a dream. He felt the old memory’s shape press against his chest: the cliffs, the wooden sword, a small fist clenched, a promise whispered between two children. It felt close and wrong at once.

Nnenna stood in the ring amid the noise. People cheered and cried and pointed, but she seemed cut off from all of it. Her eyes were fixed on Stephanie, but she wasn’t really looking. The applause sounded distant, like a tape left playing in another room.

A hush settled in her head. The memory had opened something raw, a small living room of moments she had never expected to visit.

Not everything returned. Only pieces: wind on cliffs, a boy with messy hair, a wooden sword on his back; a tiny girl’s voice saying, They said I’m small; they said I’ll never be strong. Arthur crouched, teaching, whispering, It’s about surprise. Timing. Trust. A hand poked a small nose. A small laugh. A promise.

And under those bright fragments came a question she hadn’t planned to ask.

Who am I?

The question felt dizzying. She remembered being sure of herself, she always had a name, a place, the line of events that led here.

bright, soft memory didn’t fit neatly into the life she had been living. It slipped past the edges

She had always been certain

seam had

suffered so much from a little age of six, the orphan girl who died and came back

cheers swelled again, ringing hollow. Nnenna carried herself off the stage with slow, exhausted steps. Her muscles felt like they belonged to someone

past the referee, past the cameras, the noise pressing at her back, and kept going until the bright

shouted after her. A dozen hands reached. Someone called for medical staff. Streams choked with speculation: Is she okay? Why

paused and looked at one another.

to Arthur’s past? Carl’s

something

gaze lowered

it. Their worries sat heavy between them as

on Nnenna,

be the person he was thinking of, but now... now, everything felt wrong. He had to get answers. He couldn’t

her, his body a blur of controlled urgency. Every movement was calculated, swift, like a storm silently gathering strength. His thoughts churned, each one sharper than the last, cutting through the noise in his mind. Nnenna. The name echoed in

second guessing. He needed answers, she had to be the one to give

same person? The one he had known, the one he had trusted, the one who had vanished from his

to know if his childhood friend still existed