They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 103 - 103 The Trader

Chapter 103: The Trader Chapter 103: The Trader Stepping forward, she continued, trying to ignore the unsettling silence.

She moved steadily for a while, but the monotony of the journey began to wear on her.

Without thinking, she began to hum a song softly to herself.

It was a comforting tune, something she remembered from her childhood.

She kept her voice low, just in case anyone could hear her.

Little Sweetie had told her there was no one else who knew about this tunnel.

But as Nnenna hummed, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched, whether by someone in the castle or something else entirely.

Still, she pushed the thought aside and pressed on, focusing on her mission.

Finally, Nnenna reached what seemed to be a dead end.

The tunnel stretched in front of her, and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of confusion.

This didn’t match what Little Sweetie had described.

She had been told there would be a way out, but this didn’t make sense.

“Am I supposed to push something?” she wondered aloud, a bit frustrated.

She placed her hands on the wall in front of her, feeling around for any hidden mechanisms.

There had to be something.

She pressed harder, moving her fingers across the surface, when suddenly, the ground shifted.

With a loud groan, the earth gave way, row by row, as steps appeared beneath her feet, leading her upward.

Surprised but relieved, Nnenna climbed the steps, stepping carefully as the cool air filled her lungs.

As she reached the top, she gasped.

The scene before her took her breath away.

The field stretched out in all directions, so peaceful and still, despite its abandonment.

The grasses, though slightly overgrown, weren’t too high, and wildflowers dotted the landscape, giving the entire area a serene, untouched beauty.

For a moment, Nnenna stood there, taking it all in.

She hadn’t expected to find such a quiet, hidden place.

But she quickly reminded herself, there wasn’t time for sightseeing.

She pressed forward, focusing on her mission.

The ground behind her sealed up again, disappearing as though it had never been disturbed.

Moving quickly, she reached the north side of the field, where she found another wall.

She listened carefully, straining to hear any signs of movement.

Nothing.

It was silent.

She reached for the break in the wall, ready to open it and slip through.

But just as her hand was about to make contact, a sudden thought made her freeze.

‘What if someone is on the other side?’ “Love system,” she called out quietly, her voice just above a whisper.

“Could you please help me check if there’s anyone behind the wall?

Just to be safe?” “Okay,” the voice of the love system replied, calm and reassuring.

Nnenna held her breath, waiting for confirmation, her fingers still poised over the mechanism.

Ding!

“10 good points deducted for checking.” Nnenna froze.

Her heart pounded against her ribs as she processed the system’s words.

“What?!

Someone’s there?” she asked in a hushed voice.

“Yes,” Love System confirmed.

“A young man, probably in his teenage years, is leaning against the north side of the wall, likely resting.

Don’t make a move until I say so.” Nnenna’s breath hitched.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she retracted her hand from the hidden mechanism.

If she had pressed it just a second earlier, the secret passage would have opened right in front of the boy!

She swallowed hard.

That was close.

Too close.

“Isn’t that area supposed to be empty?” she whispered.

“Yes, but occasional anomalies happen.

He must have found this place as a quiet spot to relax, perhaps by accident.” Nnenna held her breath, pressing her ear against the cold wall.

She could hear faint rustling, the sound of someone shifting their weight.

Go away… just go already!

she silently willed the stranger to leave.

Minutes crawled by, stretching her patience to its limit.

Then, at last “He’s gone,” the system finally confirmed.

Relief flooded her, and she quickly pressed the hidden brick.

With a low rumble, the wall shifted, stone grinding against stone as ancient mechanisms clicked into place.

A narrow opening appeared just wide enough for her to slip through.

Without wasting another second, she stepped out, letting the passage close behind her.

The moment she turned around, her breath caught.

Another field stretched before her, but this one was thicker, wilder, untamed by human hands.

The tall grasses swayed in the breeze, their golden tips catching the morning light.

It was almost… beautiful.

But there was no time to admire the scenery.

She reached into her satchel, pulled out the sunglasses and scarf, and quickly put on her disguise.

Then, navigating through the dense grass, she finally reached a low built stone wall.

Placing her hands on the rough surface, she hoisted herself up, swung a leg over, and dropped down on the other side.

Nnenna slipped through the alley and emerged onto the bustling streets.

She froze.

A wave of sound crashed into her, so loud, so overwhelming, it nearly sent her reeling.

Vendors shouted over one another, advertising their goods at the top of their lungs.

The blaring honks of commercial vehicles filled the air, while chatter and laughter intertwined with the distant hum of music.

The sheer energy of the marketplace swallowed her whole.

Her head spun.

It was all unfamiliar… yet, strangely, it wasn’t.

Like a memory buried too deep to grasp.

She could almost feel it, almost reach out and touch it, but the moment she tried, it slipped through her fingers like mist.

She was so lost in the moment that she didn’t notice a trader until he slammed right into her.

“Ah—!” “What are you doing, little girl?

Move!” the man snapped, irritated.

His sharp gaze scanned her from head to toe.

A young girl, dressed in a servant’s uniform, yet wearing sunglasses and a scarf like she was hiding something.

Suspicious.

Nnenna blinked, finally registering the old trader in front of her.

He was carrying a large barrow of food, driving it expertly as he scowled down at her.

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