They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 384: What The Spotlight Feels Like

Chapter 384: What The Spotlight Feels Like

Nothing could touch him here. No one would dare cause trouble here. But if they did…. they better have the ability.

Still…

His thoughts drifted to Nnenna.

Was she afraid? Did she need to be reassured? Where was she anyway?

The moment he thought of getting up to reassure her in the dark

The stage lights flared on.

Not all of them. Just the center. A perfect golden circle of light flooded the platform.

And standing there, commanding all attention, was Abuchi.

He had changed.

Gone was his ceremonial suit.

In its place, he wore something striking, something unforgettable.

A sleek black ensemble tailored to hug his tall frame, shimmering subtly under the spotlight like midnight silk. A long, open front coat with silver embroidery traced the edges like constellations, mysterious, almost ethereal.

Underneath, a dark shirt with a high mandarin collar hugged his neck, while his pants tapered neatly into polished black boots. Around his left wrist: a glowing cuff engraved with the Royal Emblem of Lionara.

A chest pin in the shape of a phoenix glinted on his shoulder, the symbol of rebirth and unyielding flame.

The entire look screamed drama, elegance, and calculated flair.

But what made everyone relax, what made the room breathe again…

Was his face.

He lifted his head and looked straight into the crowd.

That sharp jawline.

Those warm, confident eyes.

That handsome, familiar face.

It was Abuchi.

Still the prince. But in this moment, something more, the Nation’s Prince.

And in his hand…

A microphone.

The chat lit up

@GlitterTales: “He’s gonna sing. HE’S GONNA SING, Y’ALL.”

@ThroneRoomBeats: “This is the performance gift route. Genius!! I forgive him for scaring me.”

@PrinceHeartEyes: “LOOK AT THAT OUTFIT THO?? Like a stage god???”

Even the older guests were murmuring, leaning forward with renewed interest.

The hall went quiet once more.

Abuchi looked briefly at Somto, just a second. They did not exchange words. Just a nod. A tiny flicker of mutual understanding.

Then he turned to the crowd, raised the mic, and said with that smooth, velvet voice of his:

“A gift isn’t always what you carry in your hands. Sometimes, it’s the truth you carry in your heart.”

The background instruments began to swell.

The performance was about to begin.

And no one… no one was ready.

His fans from the offline guests hurriedly pulled out their phone to record it lest they miss anything. Some called their family members and friends to tune into the livestream immediately.

“Hey Aroura tune into the livestream of Lionara’s coronation now!”

“I will! I will! I just need to finish up my assignments.”

“Forget the assignment! Our prince is performing in a few minutes.”

“Wait what?!”

Before the first person could reply the call was disengaged. She chuckled guessing that her friend had already tuned in.

Normal calls usually disrupted data connections so the call would have to be disengaged before you can use your data to access the Internet.

The moment the spotlight hit Abuchi and the mic glinted in his hand, the atmosphere shifted.

Offline guests, especially his fans, instantly sprang into action. Phones were pulled out in a frenzy. Lenses zoomed. Some guests even stood up just to get a better angle. Not one person wanted to miss a single frame.

A woman in a glittering red gown gasped, whispering loudly to her husband, “It’s really him. He’s going to sing… at the coronation. LIVE.”

“Calm down. You’re making me nervous too.” her husband said amused. He already knew that she was a huge fan. He was okay with that. Infact, he started listening to the Nation’s Prince songs because of her.

Another fangirl, not even bothering to whisper. already had her phone out, frantically tapping at her screen.

She entered their friends group chat “The Nation’s Prince is performing! Tune in now! Don’t come crying to me if you miss this” she hissed into her mic.

Nearby nobles who didn’t even follow pop culture were now watching with curious interest. “He’s really famous?” one of them asked.

“Famous?” someone scoffed, “He’s a global sensation. Second only to Whitenight. He will most likely surpass whitenight in a few years. This is like… if your favorite legend came back from the dead to sing at a royal wedding.”

Online? It was chaos.

@CloudKisser45: “OMG HE’S ACTUALLY PERFORMING I’M NOT BREATHING”

@AbuchiStanOfficial: “I KNEW HE WOULDN’T SHOW UP EMPTY HANDED. YOU THINK A STAR LIKE HIM WOULD EMBARRASS HIS FAMILY?? PLEASE.”

@RoyalEyesOnLionara: “THE STAGE. THE OUTFIT. THE AURA. I’M DEAD. SOMTO’S FAMILY WON.”

@SilverBeatzz: “This performance is about to slap so hard I just KNOW IT. Royalty meets art?? Historic.”

@LivestreamAdmin:

Viewer count: 2.1 Billion… 2.3… 2.7… THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

More people from around the world tuned in with every second. It felt like the entire globe was waiting.

Even the press box reporters had their jaws hanging slightly open.

One whispered, “He’s not just a prince, huh?”

“More like a one man empire,” another replied, adjusting her camera’s focus. “This performance is about to shake the kingdom. I’m so glad I’m here for every second of it.”

And up on the stage, center of the golden spotlight, Abuchi simply adjusted the mic in his hand and smiled ever so slightly.

He hadn’t sung yet.

He hadn’t even spoken another word.

But already

He had them all.

The music started.

A single haunting note echoed through the grand hall like a heartbeat awakening the air.

The spotlight widened.

Abuchi raised the mic to his lips, eyes closed for just a second, like he was pulling something raw and real from within.

And then, he sang.

🎵 “Rise, oh fire, from the ash I was born,

Crown of storms, where silence is sworn.

Not in shadows will my name be known,

But in thunder, the world I’ll own.”🎶

His voice was deep. Smooth. Piercing. A soul shaking blend of power and elegance. And the hall trembled with silence.

Then the drums dropped.