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

Chapter 556: Sweet Memories "5000 good points deducted!" A violent wind suddenly roared from the sides of the cliff, stronger than any natural storm, screaming as if the very earth itself had risen to obey her. The figure struggled, twisting and clawing at the void, but the invisible force surged, dragging it back.

Nnenna felt the edges beneath her hands splintering under the strain and the strong wind, her muscles screaming with every second she held herself up. The sharp sting of fatigue blurred with adrenaline, fear, and determination all at once.

Arthur's eyes widened, disbelief and panic mingling in his gaze. "What is happening?!" Somto's jaw clenched, his mind racing to process what he saw. That wind... that force... it's not natural. She's doing this. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but his words froze as Nnenna's hand slipped slightly. Panic surged through him like fire, all strategic thought washed away by fear. "Hold on! Don't... don't let go!" The cliffside groaned beneath the combined weight and the force coming from the sides of the earth, as Nnenna's pulse raced. Her arms burned, her grip trembled, but she steeled herself. This is it. No turning back. For them, for me.

The figure shrieked, dark energy flaring wildly, but it was no match. The wind ripped it backward, finally carrying it off the cliff as Nnenna's trembling arms held fast, her determination an unbreakable anchor.

Arthur and Somto were breathing hard, sweat dripping, hearts pounding, but the moment their eyes met hers, relief and awe washed over them. For a fleeting heartbeat, the terror of the cliff, the pain, the uncertainty, all of it fused into a single, breathtaking sense of wonder.

Nnenna barely allowed herself to exhale, her hands trembling violently from the strain. Her body screamed in protest.

Even with the figure gone, Nnenna's fingers clawed at the jagged edge of the cliff, trembling as the rock threatened to give way beneath her. Her arms screamed with exhaustion.

Every muscle felt like it was burning. She didn't know how to save herself, let alone Arthur and Somto dangling below her. The cliff offered no handholds, no easy escape, nothing.

"Nnenna, don't do anything stupid!" Arthur shouted, his face pale, voice sharp but controlled. "We can figure this out, but you need to stay steady! Keep your hands where they are!" He wasn't really afraid of dying. But the thought of Nnenna dying, of losing her, hit him harder than any injury, any month he had spent paralyzed. And it wasn't just because she was Anastasia.

Somehow... somewhere along the way, he had started to love her, even before he realized she was the one he had been searching for for more than a decade.

Nnenna heard him but couldn't reply due to the intense pain. She held on as much as she could, her pulse racing. She swallowed hard and whispered, "Love system... I need a rope. Now." "You don't have enough good points for a rope strong enough to hold three people," the system warned.

Her jaw clenched. "Just... givewhatever I can manage with the points I have left. We'll figure it out," she said firmly, though her voice trembled slightly.

"It will never hold all three of you," the system said, its tone firm.

"I know. I... I'll take the risk. Just givesomething!" she insisted.

A sharp ding! cut through her tense mind.

"800 good points deducted!" Nnenna looked up, and her eyes widened. A rope shimmered into existence above her, glinting faintly in the waning light, slowly stretching down the cliff like a silver thread leading into the void. Con con Below Arthur, Somto's mind raced, sharp and strategic, even under the threat of imminent death. If the weight is reduced... if the load on her arms is lighter, maybe we can buy a chance. His gaze flicked to Arthur first, then back to Nnenna, heart pounding.

As he calculated the only possible way to save them, memories surged, sharper than any fear: The wind tore at his coat, whipping around him, but he didn't notice. His eyes weren't on the edge. They were on her.

The day of his coronation, in the ballroom. The hush of the crowd. Her hand in his. Her warmth pressed gently against his side. Her steps faltering, her wrist tingling in his grip.

He had guided her through every misstep, every shuffle, every stumble. The way she clung to him without realizing it, the subtle tension in her fingers, the soft sway of her body against his, he remembered it all.

Every movement precise yet fragile. Every glance fleeting but heavy. Her presence had been a force he couldn't guard against, and he hadn't tried.

The plane ride.

On their way to Prigrian.

To her, it was her first tcrossing over another continent. To him, it was her second.

The hum of engines, the dim golden cabin lights. She had been asleep, exhausted, weighed down by everything that had happened.

Without thought, he had shifted her head to his shoulder. Her frown smoothed. Her breathing evened. Her body had relaxed into him like she trusted him utterly, and he had let her.

He remembered the soft curve of her mouth in that almost invisible smile, the small sigh she didn't realize she made, and the contentment that had settled over him like a cloak. That day, in his study.

Her words, pouring out on that quiet night. Fast, wide eyed, spilling every secret she had held He had listened. Every inflection. Every pause. Every tremor in her voice was etched into him.

She had slumped back finally, parched, exhausted, and he had brought her water, silently, perfectly, as if it were nothing, as if her comfort was all that mattered. The warmth of the liquid, the small smile she gave, he could feel it now, a memory sharper than any blade. Her skipping years exam.

The strategy exam.

The screen spread before her, the slight tension in her posture.