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.

that bright, soft memory didn’t fit neatly into the life she had been living. It slipped past the edges of what she knew and left

tasted like acid in her mouth. She had always been certain that the person she was now matched the person she

seam had

family, the orphan girl who suffered so much from a little age of six, the orphan girl who died and came back stronger, might not be the neat, sure part

with slow, exhausted steps. Her muscles felt like they belonged to

past the cameras, the noise pressing at her back, and kept going until the bright lights gave way to the

for medical staff. Streams choked with speculation: Is she okay?

looked at one another. Different worries hung in both their faces, not shouted, not formed in full, only a hard, wordless

to Arthur’s past? Carl’s

there something

gaze lowered without a single

it. Their worries sat heavy between them as they watched

barely sit still. His eyes were locked on Nnenna, and his heart pounded

now... now, everything felt wrong. He had to get answers. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had

body a blur of controlled urgency. Every movement was calculated, swift, like a storm silently gathering strength. His thoughts churned,

hesitation in his steps, no second guessing. He needed answers, she had to be the one

him truly be the same person? The one he had

still existed underneath this unfamiliar face. No one