JedidiahBeaufoy

Thrown back into the fragile body of her 15 year old self after a near death experience, Nnenna wakes up in a cold and loveless household, an adopted child meant only to keep the true child company. 

Rejected, ignored, and treated like a shadow, she had once quietly accepted her fate. But this time, things are different.

Armed with a mysterious Love System, Nnenna gains the power to turn hate into love, one mission at a time all over the world. 

From mending broken friendships to healing hearts torn by betrayal, she earns "Good Points" that slowly transform the world around her. 

Yet, as her actions ripple outward, so do the echoes of her past life. Forgotten secrets resurface, her true origins, her parents' fates, and the shocking truth about those she left behind.

Along her journey, two figures emerge from the haze of her past and present, a soul she thought she had lost forever and another who had been by her side all along. 

Both bring the promise of love, but will either of them earn her heart when she finally learns to love herself?

With every mission, Nnenna discovers that love is a powerful force, not just for others but for the girl she’s becoming. But what happens when the cost of love threatens the second chance she’s fought so hard to build?

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

Four didn't respond to the remark, but his silence spoke volumes. His cold, calculating mind was already piecing together the puzzle, though he didn't share his thoughts.

Ikenna studied him for a moment longer before finally nodding. "Fine. If it gets you to commit to the sessions, I won't press further. But don't expect me to go easy on you."

Four's gaze hardened. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

As Ikenna and Four continued their conversation, Ikenna's phone buzzed with an incoming call. He ignored it. Then came another vibration. And another. By the fifth call, he was visibly irritated, muttering under his breath.

When the phone finally stopped ringing, it was immediately followed by a string of notifications, five in rapid succession.

He tried to dismiss them, but the persistent pings didn't stop. Knowing it could be from a VIP patient, he sighed in annoyance and pulled out his phone.

A Closed Mouth Is A Closed Destiny