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.

her spine

across

and the chair responded instantly, gliding forward with a

"It... moves by

excitement. "You can control it three ways: touch sensors here"

there. You can even adjust the height of the

its height as if demonstrating on

jaw dropped. "Carl... this isn’t a wheelchair.

chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Well... we might have

buttons with glee, making the chair spin in a slow circle. "This thing is practically smarter than

the damage, we called in one of the best bioengineers in our circle. The

him, stunned. Then a grin spread across her face.

by how excited she sounded. He expected tears, frustration, maybe even anger, but she was practically

he said slowly,

then, thank you, Carl. This is

wasn’t supposed to be this... happy. But here she was, spinning around in a high tech

I go," Nnenna announced cheerfully, leaving only a few words behind. "You should get back to whatever

voice faded as she wheeled down the hall toward the elevator, humming under her breath like this was just

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24 hours later.