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

Chapter 611: Optimism

Nnenna hummed. "Figures."

"In the meantime," the System continued, "you’ll need to acquire the good points we talked about. Remember, there are still trainings you can do before walking again. But here’s the problem, the longer you leave using your legs, the harder it’ll be to return to your former state. Start gathering those points as soon as possible."

"I understand," Nnenna nodded. Then she glanced around her room with a wry smile. "But seriously... couldn’t they have prepared a wheelchair? They were more or less sure I would be paralyzed. Am I supposed to just lie here and stare at the ceiling?"

"They probably assumed you wouldn’t need it immediately," the System answered dryly. "They expected you to spend days, weeks, or months, lying down, mourning your fate before even thinking about moving."

Nnenna rolled her eyes. "Well, they miscalculated."

The System’s mocking tone faded into something lighter. Beneath its words, there was a quiet satisfaction, proof that the six months of training it had put her through in its world were paying off. Even faced with something that would have broken the old Nnenna, she was stronger now. Optimistic.

Before Nnenna could complain further, the door opened and someone rolled in a sleek, futuristic looking wheelchair.

"I figured you might need this," Carl said carefully, watching her expression like he was handling glass. He didn’t want to risk cracking her calm façade. "You did say you wanted to stretch your legs."

Finally. Nnenna’s face brightened. "I was beginning to wonder why no one brought me one. Help me up." She lifted her hands toward him without hesitation.

Carl hesitated for half a second, then moved forward. He slid one arm gently under her back and the other beneath her knees.

"Easy... careful now," he muttered more to himself than her. For someone who looked so fragile, she still had that unshakable aura of confidence. With practiced precision, he shifted her weight and lowered her into the seat.

The moment her body settled, Nnenna blinked. "Wait a second... this is no ordinary wheelchair."

And she wasn’t wrong.

leather, the chair cradled her like it had been custom molded for her frame. The cushions adjusted automatically, supporting her spine and thighs with a

moving your fingers across the armrest," Carl

responded instantly, gliding forward with

"It...

a grin at her childlike excitement. "You can control

navigation. If you say, for example, ’bed,’ it’ll calculate the fastest path and take you back there. You can even adjust the height of the seat or recline it if you want to

chair shifted slightly, lowering its height as if

isn’t a wheelchair.

scratching the back of his head.

the chair spin in a slow circle. "This thing is practically smarter than

called in one of the best bioengineers in our circle. The idea was... if you ended up needing it, it should never feel like a limitation. More like an

him, stunned. Then a grin spread across her face. "You serious? You guys actually

expected tears, frustration, maybe even anger, but she was

he said slowly,

back with a laugh. "Well then, thank you, Carl. This is honestly the coolest gift

rang through the room, warm and genuine, leaving Carl more confused than ever. She wasn’t supposed to be this... happy. But here she was, spinning around in a high tech wheelchair like a

behind. "You should get back to whatever you were doing. I would like to explore for a

wheeled down the hall toward the elevator, humming under her

---

24 hours later.