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

Chapter 382: Amazing!!

Livestreamers were even louder:

@SceneQueen: I'm crying. Crying in 4K. Who let this be so good??

@CineCritique: This is Oscar tier. I'm not joking. | need a full movie adaptation.

@WarriorFanatic: It wasn’t just a tribute. It was a soul laid bare. That's cinema.

Director Naledi stepped back, his head high, his gift echoing louder than any drumroll. In his eyes, pride danced,

quiet and smug. He knew exactly what he had done.

And Somto?

Still silent. Still composed.

But his jaw relaxed slightly, his eyes resting on the screen even after it vanished.

Not a word spoken.

But somehow, everyone felt it:

That gift had hit somewhere deep.

The murmurs of awe had barely settled from the previous gift when the soft click of polished heels echoed across

the ceremonial hall.

A tall, statuesque figure with tic flair approached, her entrance as dazzling as her creations. It was none

other than DYalora, the continent's most sought after fashion designer.

With a trained smile and the poise of a queen in her own right, she bowed deeply before the new king. “Your

Majesty, the world knows you as a warrior and now a ruler... but allowto present a gift worthy of your

presence outside the battlefield.” She lifted a luxurious velvet-covered box.

The head steward stepped forward with practiced grace, receiving the gift with both hands and bowing before

carrying it off to the royal gift chamber.

Gasps and whispers swept through the hall.

“Is that—? No way!”

“She actually designed one just for him?”

“That suit alone could pay for a small country’s defense budget.”

“Her custom pieces are booked five years in advance!”

On the livestream

@StylistaQueen: “Yalora’s custom suit?? KING BE SERVING LOOKS AND POWER???"

@FashionFiend456: “The cut, the cloth, THE MOMENT. That suit is probably woven from unicorn eyelashes.”

@LioraWatch: “He hasn't even worn it yet and he’s already breaking the fashion ceiling.”

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@WarriorToKing: “Battlefield to ballroom. That's our king!”

Even a few of the foreign royals exchanged glances, impressed despite themselves. DYalora took a graceful

step back, clearly pleased with the ripple her gift caused.

Somto gave a nod of acknowledgment, expression calm, but his eyes held a subtle gleam, whether from

amusement, appreciation, or calculation, none could say.

One guest whispered to another, “That woman's got guts... and timing. She's just secured her place in the

palace fashion circle for life.”

The ceremonial line continued to shift forward, but the designer's presence lingered like a fragrance, elegant,

bold, and impossible to ignore.

After the lavish storm of jewels, estates, tech, and tailored wonders, the crowd hardly noticed the quiet approach

of a modest group.

Their garments were clean but plain, their shoes scuffed from travel. They were the village elders and chosen

spokespeople of the common folk, humble in appearance, yet brimming with a quiet dignity.

The whispers began instantly.

“Who are they...?”

“Are they actually on the list?”

“Village wine? Bread?” A scoff. “We're gifting kings, not hosting a picnic.”

Someone even chuckled behind a gloved hand, “Maybe they got lost on the way to the local market.”

But Somto’s gaze sharpened slightly. He had seen those eyes before, in the trenches, in the fields, in his

childhood. Tired, steady eyes that had endured. The kind of people who didn’t command attention, but carried

nations.

The elder woman stepped forward first, holding a bottle of dark amber wine. Beside her, an old man with hands

roughened by years of labor carried a small basket covered in clean linen.

With a small bow, the woman spoke. “Your Majesty, this is the first brew of the year, made with the harvest that

grew strong under your reign as General. And this...” she gestured to the bread, “was baked by our best village

hands. We may not have riches, but we bring you our hearts and gratitude.”

A pause fell. Not a pin dropped, because no one dared to move.

The high ranking servant, without delay or hesitation, stepped forward and took the gift with the sreverence

he gave the estate deed and billion dollar gadget. He bowed before stepping aside to secure the offering.

Somto didn’t just nod this time.

He rose from his seat.

The gasp that swept the room was nearly audible.

With slow steps, he approached the elders himself and dipped his head ever so slightly. “I accept this gift with

honor. May your wine be shared in the palace’s highest toast tonight.”

The villagers’ eyes welled with tears. Even the old man’s weathered hands trembled as he whispered a stunned,

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

On the livestream:

@HeartOfLionara: “I’M CRYING. SOMTO STOOD UP FOR THE VILLAGERS??”

@BreadAndBloodline: “This was the most powerful gift so far. Humble. Real.”

@NotAllKings: “He honored the people. He remembered where he cfrom. That's why he’s OUR king.”

@FashionablySobbing: “Forget gold. This is what history remembers.”

In the crowd, a few nobles shifted uncomfortably. For the first time, they realized it wasn't just the richness of the

gift, it was the meaning. And the king had just placed meaning above wealth.

The moment settled into the grand hall like a warm ember, glowing quiet but powerful.

Just as the echoes of the villagers’ gift settled, a sudden tremor of energy surged through the hall.

It began with a faint hum.

Then ping... ping... ping! The sounds multiplied rapidly.

Everyone turned as holographic displays lit up like fireflies around the throne room, shimmering midair. Streams

of golden sparkles flooded the digital ceiling, forming words in glimmering script.

[500 Crown Drops from @QueenOfPixels]

[1,000 Royal Fireworks from @EternalRich]

[DIAMOND TRAIN sent by @TycoonStar—value: 120M crowns]

[GOLDEN SCROLL MESSAGE: “Long live the Lionara King!” — sent by 3.2 million users]

Even the nobles were speechless. The entire platform had exploded.

A voice rang out from the stage’s enchanted speaker system, smooth and ceremonial, “A unified tribute from the

global livestreamers, loyal citizens, supporters, and well wishers around the world. On this day, they offer their

devotion.”

A wave of virtual confetti rained gently across the audience. The “Diamond Train” effect rumbled across the floor

as a phantom locomotive of glimmering diamonds passed behind Somto’s throne, drawing gasps from the

younger guests.

“Wait, is that a hologram or real magic?” someone whispered, unsure.

“Did someone just drop a billion crowns?!” a stunned livestream guest shrieked online.

@CastleChaser: “THEY SENT HIM A VIRTUAL CASTLE?? Is this a coronation or a fantasy MMO?”

@Crownjunkie: “My jaw’s on the floor. | can’t even afford one Crown Drop.”

@GlobalKnightz: “This is insane. People from over 200 regions tuned in. King Somto just went from legendary to

god tier.”

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A high ranking steward, wearing ceremonial gloves and a royal sash embedded with tracking crystals, stepped

forward.

His expression was unreadable, but the way he carefully moved to “receive” the digital scroll, reaching into a

projection to formally store the offering into the palace archive, said enough.

The room held a kind of stunned admiration.

Even sof the more skeptical dignitaries leaned in. “This is not just popularity. It’s global loyalty,” one

murmured, clearly impressed.

Somto’s face didn’t change much. But his nod held a weight that even the flashiest lightshow couldn't outshine.

The stream continued to pour in virtual roses, diamonds, poetry pieces, and more.

Even the ones who weren't fans couldn’t deny the truth anymore.

The world wasn’t just watching.

It was invested.

As the final guest stepped back with a satisfied smile, a hush swept through the throne room. The glittering air

still shimmered with the remnants of digital confetti, but all eyes now turned toward the royal family section.

Queen Chioma rose with grace from her seat. Now Empress Dowager, she walked forward with the slow,

deliberate poise of a woman who had worn power like a second skin.

Her emerald and gold robes trailed behind her like river water, silken and luminous under the hall's ethereal

lights.

Though she was his mother, as she reached the base of the dais, she lowered herself into a formal bow, not

deep, but firm. Her head dipped in reverence, her arm elegantly extended across her chest.

“Your Majesty,” she said, her voice warm yet composed, “Today, | bow to the king you have become.”

Gasps rippled through the guests.

“The Empress Dowager is bowing?”

“This is huge. She must truly recognize his reign.”

The livestream chat lit up instantly

@LionaraRoyalWatcher: Did the Queen just BOW?! I'm not crying, YOU'RE crying.

@MamaMonarch: That's how you raise a king. Chioma is ICONIC.

@HistoryFanatic: You don’t understand. This is cultural gold. It means she surrenders all political power.

Then cthe gift.

Queen Chioma gestured and a gloved attendant brought forth a long velvet box, encrusted with small phoenix

stones, the emblem of their bloodline.

She opened it with ceremony.

Inside lay a sword.

But not just any blade, this was The Flof Isaro, a legendary family heirloom passed down through

generations, said to have last been wielded in the founding days of the empire.