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

Chapter 587: Most Unsual

Nnenna waited until the door clicked shut, then stepped further inside. Her eyes roamed every corner carefully. The riddle led me here. But I’ve searched this place countless times already. What am I missing?

She let out a slow breath, forcing herself to focus. Her gaze swept across the neat shelves, the bed, the cabinet, the walls... searching for anything that didn’t belong.

Suddenly, her eyes landed on a box by the bedside.

Isn’t that where Carl’s medicine is kept?

Nnenna’s steps slowed as she approached, her thoughts racing. I’ve searched this room a hundred times... everywhere but that medicine box. I assumed it was safe since Carl and me are the only ones with the password.

Her gaze flicked toward his unconscious face, her chest tightening. But what if we’re not the only one who has access to it, Carl? What if we just don’t know?

She grabbed the sleek box and pressed her index finger against the scanner. A soft click echoed in the quiet room, and the lid slid open with obedient ease.

"What do we have here?" she murmured under her breath.

Inside lay several small vials neatly arranged, each labeled in Carl’s careful handwriting. She picked one up, holding it against the light, her eyes narrowing.

So this is the medicine you created for yourself... She uncapped it, brought it close, and inhaled.

The sharp, alien scent made her brows knit. "As expected," she whispered. "None of these are medicines known to man. You really did create something unique to manage your condition."

tightened. But if someone tampered with this, just one drop of something else

set the vial back into the box, her mind whirring. I’ll have to test them. Maybe I’ll finally find something that shouldn’t

she closed the box with a click. Whoever

a small testing kit. Trust Carl, she thought with the faintest smile, a man who loves his work

The glass clinked softly as she arranged them back

this one, Carl," she whispered, holding one particular vial between her fingers. She slipped it into her pocket before shutting the box and placing it back exactly

next stop was

south wing of

sliding open

each surface covered with glass beakers, test tubes, and carefully

lined the walls, and in the center stood advanced equipment she had only seen in research

the room in quiet awe. This isn’t just a lab... this is a fortress of science. Whoever set this up made

curved faintly, but her eyes stayed sharp as she moved toward the main counter. "Perfect," she muttered. "Let’s see what

set the vial on the counter and carefully drew the liquid into thin glass tubes. Her

tiny drops over flame to watch the reactions. One by one, familiar results appeared, the same core compounds Carl had

as if he

but it doesn’t match anything I’ve ever classified. Cyanosis without pulmonary obstruction. Paralysis creeping faster than a neurotoxin, yet not as direct. The pain—" she could almost see his hand trembling as he had admitted, "—is localized, then migrates. Whatever this is, it mimics known toxins, but doesn’t

notes of his formula. Everything matched what Carl had said he designed: the stabilizing compound, the mild analgesic, the regulator

Her eyes narrowed.

There it was.