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

Chapter 484: Move on!

"I don’t know. But one thing I do know is who I love. That hasn’t changed. Any other feeling... it doesn’t matter. It’ll fade. It has to."

Ava’s anger slowly dissolved as she listened. The cold defiance in her expression gave way to something softer, sadder. She didn’t speak for a while, unsure of how to say what was in her heart. But eventually, she found the words.

"Brother..." she said gently, "you have to come to terms with the fact that... that person might be gone forever."

As she expected, a flicker of resistance flashed across Arthur’s face, stubborn, pained, and unmistakably angry. He looked away, jaw clenched. But she didn’t stop.

"The whole world already sees that family as wiped out," she continued quietly. "If you keep holding out a candle for the dead... you’ll never live. You’ll be trapped in the dark, waiting for someone who may never return. You need to let go."

Arthur stood still, his silence louder than any protest. Ava’s words hung in the air between them, heavy, true, and impossible to ignore.

Arthur looked away, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"She’s not dead, Ava," he said, voice low but intense. "She can’t be dead. She promised she wouldn’t leave me... and I promised I would always find her. No matter what. We never broke our promises. Not once. I won’t start now. If I keep mine... maybe she’s out there keeping hers too."

Ava’s chest tightened at the pain she heard in his voice. She stepped forward, her tone firm but gentle. "Arthur... you have a shot at something good, something great, with Nnenna. Are you really going to throw that away for a memory from over a decade ago?"

Arthur flinched. For the briefest second, his calm cracked. His heart thudded like it had been caught doing something wrong. But then, his face returned to that unreadable stillness as he turned back to her.

"My heart belongs to that person," he said quietly. "It did in the past. It still does. And it always will."

He looked away, and then added under his breath, almost like a prayer, "That’s love, Ava... it’s love."

Ava’s lips tightened, her patience finally breaking. Her voice rose, not in volume, but in heat.

"Then love yourself enough to do what she would have wanted! If she really loved you like you love her, she would want you to move on. She would want you to live. Not to stay stuck in the past, haunted and alone."

Arthur didn’t reply, but his silence was heavy, like something had landed on his shoulders that he couldn’t shake off.

Ava watched him, heart pounding, wondering if her words had gotten through... or if he would just bury them like everything else.

After a while, Ava couldn’t take his silence anymore so she repeated it, her voice louder this time, firmer, hoping the words would finally sink in.

"Move on!"

"I can’t!" Arthur snapped, his calm finally cracking.

Ava flinched, startled. Arthur almost never raised his voice.

But just as quickly as it came, the anger vanished. He took a deep breath, straightened up, and said in a quiet, resolute voice, "I won’t."

The finality in his tone was like a closing door.

"You should go back," he added without meeting her eyes. "I’m going to work."

And with that, he turned away, climbed into one of his cars, and drove off. No drama. No farewell. Just the soft hum of the engine fading into the distance.

Ava stood alone, stunned into silence.

At first, she was furious, furious that Arthur was throwing everything away. Not just a chance at happiness, but a chance to heal.

He was ruining it for himself... and for her. Her plans. Her hopes. All tangled up in his refusal to let go of the past.

But now...

Now that she had heard the weight in his voice, the pain behind his restraint... the fury faded. What replaced it was something far more terrifying.

Worry.

Deep, genuine worry for her brother.

Because the road he was walking, this path of waiting for the dead, of clinging to shadows, it could only lead to one place.

Nowhere good.

Days turned into weeks. Then weeks became months.

The training continued without pause, and before Nnenna knew it, two whole months had flown by.

They were almost done with everything under the Year Two curriculum, and yet... she still hadn’t chosen the talent she wanted to learn.

Carl had asked her about it multiple times already, always with the same urgency in his voice.

"You have to pick one, Nnenna," he would say. "You can’t just think it through forever. The Year One First Semester exams are only a few weeks away, and talents have to be practiced."

But every time, she gave him the same answer.

"I’m still thinking about it."

And it was true.

It wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Just two minutes. Just pick one. But from so many options? It felt like choosing one door and locking away all the others forever.

That night, she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Frustration bubbled quietly inside her.

Enough.

She sat up.

"Love System," she called out. "It’s been two months. First semester exams are right around the corner. Why can’t I decide? Is it indecisiveness? Or is it because there are just too many talents, and I don’t know which one to start with?"

The Love System appeared before her, its glow soft in the dim room. noveldrama

"You just answered your own question," it replied calmly. "You’re not indecisive. You’re overwhelmed. You want to learn everything, and that’s making it hard to choose anything."

"You’re not a procrastinator, Nnenna. You know that," the system said gently. "So if you’re struggling to choose, maybe it’s not because you’re lazy, but because you honestly don’t know where to start. That’s okay. You just need to stop looking at it from the angle of not having enough time, or trying to pick something for the wrong reasons."

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