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

"System," she called out, her voice low but firm. There was no need to hold back since she was alone.

"Yes, Nnenna?" the system responded, its tone as neutral as always.

She took a deep breath and went straight to the point. "What can you tell me about that man?"

There was a noticeable pause, almost as if the system were weighing her request. Finally, its voice broke the silence. "Do you wish to exchange points for information?"

Her brows furrowed instantly. "I have to pay before I can get any details?"

"Not necessarily," the system replied, its tone unbothered. "You could always investigate on your own. But if you want to use my resources and get instant, accurate information, then yes, you'll need to pay."

"How many good points are we talking about?" she pressed, her voice tinged with annoyance.

"That depends entirely on what you want to know." The system's tone was almost casual, as if it were shrugging at her.

'Depends, huh?' Nnenna thought, narrowing her eyes. 'If I'm going to spend points, I have to make this worthwhile.'

After a moment of thought, she clenched her fists in determination. "Fine. Let's start simple. I want to know his name." His name would at least help her investigate.

But the system's next words shattered her thoughts of being clever.

"Insufficient good points. You need 59,450 good points more to get this information."

"What?! 59,450?! Are you kidding me?" Nnenna exclaimed, her voice rising in shock. "I didn't even ask for his life history or where he lives!"

Taking a moment to calm her frustration, she decided to reframe her approach. Perhaps she needed to aim lower. "Okay then, how about this, what kingdom is he from?"

Her suspicion stemmed from the way he had spoken earlier. When he had thanked her, she had caught the subtle nuances of his accent, which seemed distinctly different from the way people in her own kingdom spoke.

But the system was merciless. "Insufficient good points. You need 39,450 good points more to get this information."

Nnenna stared at nothing, utterly speechless. She felt like the system had thrown her into a bottomless pit with no rope to climb back up.

"Okay," she finally said with forced calm. "What can my current number of good points get me?"

There was a brief silence before the system's female voice responded.

"Calculating..."

After a short pause, the system answered, "Your 550 good points can provide the following, the location of his physical therapy session tomorrow, a vague description of his injury, his dinner menu, tips on how you can help him walk again, his—"

"Wait," Nnenna interrupted, her tone laced with impatience. "Why on earth would I care about his dinner menu?"

She let out a sharp sigh, rubbing her temples in frustration. The nature of his injury didn't require a divine revelation, it was clear his spinal cord was involved. And learning how to help him walk again? She could pick that up during his therapy session.

What mattered most was knowing where he would be next tomorrow. If this man truly was as important and mysterious as everyone claimed, and if he was tied to the hospital's director, there was a chance his therapy session would take place somewhere off limits or undisclosed.

"What's the location of his therapy session?" she asked, her tone firm.

The system hesitated, which was unusual. "…Are you sure…this is what you want?"

Her brows furrowed at the odd pause. "Yes, this is exactly what I want."

But instead of immediately processing her request, the system paused again. This time, it sounded even more hesitant, almost as if it were giving her one last chance to reconsider.

"Are you really sure this is the most important thing to you right now?"

The strange tone in the system's voice gave Nnenna pause. Why did it sound so…ominous? Was this some kind of warning? Did she miss something?

She took a moment to think it through, carefully considering her options. But after weighing everything, she clenched her fists in resolve.

"Yes," she said with finality. "This is what I want. Tell me his location."

The system fell silent for a long moment, almost as if reluctant to obey.

"Yes, I'm sure. Where does his physical therapy take place?" Nnenna asked again, firm in her resolve.

The system let out what could only be described as a sigh.

"It's in his room, the same one you entered that day," the system replied, its tone slow, as though bracing itself for her reaction.

"…"

Nnenna blinked, utterly dumbfounded. "You've got to be kidding me! I just spent 550 good points for this so called 'top-secret info'?!"

She felt a scream building in her throat but swallowed it down.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" she demanded, clutching her head in frustration.

The system's voice came through defensively, "I tried to warn you, but you didn't pick up on my indirect hints!"

Nnenna rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Fine, whatever. I'm going to sleep now."

Throwing herself onto the bed, she closed her eyes and tried to relax, but sleep didn't come easily.

Her mind churned with worry. The 600 good points she had earned from Nurse Courage and helping the child were now gone. And with only two more days until her deadline, she was back to zero points. She didn't want to die again. No, she couldn't. Not again.

The third day.

Determined to make up for her losses, Nnenna woke up extra early. Dragging her IV stand along with her, she went around the hospital helping anyone she could. It didn't matter if the task was small, adjusting pillows, calming crying patients, or handing water to nurses, she did it all.

By the time her morning rounds were over, she had managed to earn 250 good points. Not bad, but she needed to push harder. With 750 more points to go before her deadline, she needed every chance she could get.