They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System-Chapter 79 - Parallel Shock

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Chapter 79: Parallel Shock

Chapter 79: Parallel Shock

She had already defied the universe by treating her illnesses and surviving this long, returning healthy just weeks before her big day.

But deep down, she knew the universe wasn’t done with her yet.

Her birthday loomed like a dark cloud, and no amount of bravery could entirely smother the fear curling in her stomach.

“I can’t say anything for now,” the Love System replied, its tone steady but uncertain.

“But please, just try to be more careful.”

Nnenna’s unease only grew, her fingers nervously gripping the edge of her desk.

“Can’t I use Good Points to find out what will happen that day?” she asked, desperation creeping into her voice.

The system hesitated before answering.

“I’m sorry, Nnenna, but it doesn’t work that way, at least, not always.

Sometimes the future is unclear, even to me.

Your present actions will give birth to your future and so you must strive to always make the right choices.”

Nnenna’s heart sank, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her chest.

Sensing her growing fear, the system’s voice softened.

“But know this, whatever happens, I am here for you.

My master sent me to serve you, to guide you.

I will always do what is best for you, especially when you ask for my help.”

Those words, spoken with such conviction, brought a sense of calm to Nnenna’s turbulent thoughts.

She took a deep breath, her racing heartbeat beginning to slow.

“Okay, okay,” she replied, her voice steadier now.

“Then please…

always do what’s best for me, just like your master said.

Promise me that.”

“Of course,” the Love System replied gently.

“I promise.”

The reassurance settled over Nnenna like a warm blanket, giving her the strength to push away the fear, at least for now.

The next day, at exactly 6:00 a.m., Nnenna was still in her room.

The servants who were expecting her to be finishing up their chores “..?”

The servants assigned to sweep “.??”

The servnats assigned to mop “?..”

The servants assigned to wipe surfaces “.?.”

The servants assigned to cook “.?!”

The servants assigned to set the tables “..?”

The other servants “…”

This was really a huge shock to them.

They had woken up as early as 5:00 a.m., expecting to see Nnenna already hard at work.

It was her routine, waking up an hour before them, completing most of the chores, and trying to earn their favor through sheer effort.

But today, the halls were silent, and the usual sounds of her bustling around were missing.

The servants exchanged surprised glances, their confusion turning to unease.

Some of them wanted to march to her door and question her abrupt change in behavior, but they held back.

After all, no matter how much they had taken advantage of her kindness before, she was still technically a princess.

If she decided to stop helping them entirely, there was nothing they could do about it.

The ones who had grown accustomed to her doing their work for them were the angriest.

They had deliberately woken up late, around 5:40 a.m.

expecting to stroll in and take credit for chores she would’ve already finished.

Instead, they were greeted with chaos.

The housekeeper stormed through the halls, scolding them harshly for neglecting their duties.

The servants who had slacked off shifted uncomfortably under the housekeeper’s sharp gaze, but they couldn’t blame Nnenna openly.

They seethed in silence, silently vowing to make her pay for the humiliation.

“But sir, Nnenna was supposed to do them!

She’s the one you should be scolding!” a bold girl dared to speak up, her tone laced with entitlement.

The housekeeper’s sharp gaze landed on her like a blade.

“What did you just say?” he asked, his voice low but deadly.

“You expect a princess to do your job?

What were you hired for, then?”

The girl paled but tried to stammer a reply.

The housekeeper didn’t let her.

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“Get to work, or you can go collect this month’s salary and leave the castle grounds.

Your choice.”

That shut her up completely.

The other servants, sensing the housekeeper’s mood, scrambled to their tasks, their fear outweighing their anger.

As they worked, they muttered curses under their breath, venting their frustration at Nnenna.

They had grown so used to her doing their work that they couldn’t believe she hadn’t even given them a heads up.

To them, it was a betrayal of their unspoken arrangement.

The housekeeper watched them with a mix of disbelief and disgust.

Their entitled mentality was appalling.

They acted as if they had every right to exploit Nnenna, never once questioning their own laziness or hypocrisy.

Even more surprising was their determination to confront Nnenna once she emerged from her room.

They didn’t see anything wrong with their behavior, and that audacity left the housekeeper shaking his head.

He sighed, his mind wandering back to the many times he had tried to intervene in the past.

He had always wanted to stop Nnenna from doing chores, but she was stubborn, insisting that it was her way of “earning her place.”

No matter how much he tried to dissuade her, she wouldn’t listen.

Eventually, he had given up, resigning himself to her choices.

But what he witnessed this morning filled him with pride.

Her 8 month hospital stay had changed her in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

She was finally standing up for herself, and now that she had taken this step, he would gladly support her.

For the first time in years, the housekeeper felt hope for the young princess.

A genuine smile crossed his face as he returned to his duties, silently rooting for her from the sidelines.

Inside her room, Nnenna was already awake.

Her body was conditioned to rise at 4:00 a.m., but today, she remained in her room on purpose.

She refused to step out, let alone do any chores.

This was a deliberate move, one she had carefully planned during her hospital stay.

One of the steps to reclaiming her dignity and dragging her reputation out of the gutter was to stop acting like a servant.

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