<h4>Chapter 607: The Richest ce on Earth</h4>


    "Willpower is a force every sessful person has. The heroes, and viins, of history all had it. Some used it to hurt and conquer. Others used it to help and heal. The thing you faced had that willpower. It knew how to use the power it had, and it used it again and again."


    "I’m not saying you’re weak," the System added, quiet but firm. "You’ve done a lot for your age. But you have a long way to go. What’sing needs you to be better than you are now."


    Even with the heaviness of the counsel, the Love System didn’t sound sorry for Nnenna. It sounded sure, because it believed Nnenna could rise to the challenge.


    "Why me? Why not someone else?" Nnenna asked, standing now, pacing the room. "I’m already working so hard. And you say it’s not enough. Now you tell me I don’t even have time. What am I supposed to do? What if I don’t want this destiny?"


    "Unfortunately, there are consequences, the Love System said slowly. This fight, your life, your destiny, didn’t start with you. It began long ago. It has brought pain across generations. The more recent ones being your parents’ deaths, your kingdom falling, what you suffered in Lionara. Even after your second chance, you’ve kept losing people you love. You almost lost more."


    Nnenna’s steps faltered, the weight of it pressing down on her.


    "If you keep living like this," the System continued, "it will not stop. And even if you died, the cycle wouldn’t end. Someone else would be born and inherit the same burden. That’s what this war does, it passes itself down."


    The System’s voice was blunt, not cruel. "That’s why you’re here. That’s why you were given this chance. Maybe no one else can carry this weight the way you can. Maybe no one else would fight like you do."


    "Stop it!" Nnenna snapped, pacing hard now. "You can’t force me to ept a destiny I don’t want. This isn’t just about me. What about the people around me? How many more will have to get hurt? How many more will die so I do do this? I don’t believe this is only my fight. It feels like some people’s fate is to die so I can live, so I can finish what I’m supposed to do." Her voice broke on thest word.


    "It’s not a one sided coin," the Love System said quietly. "And I’m d you’re thinking like this. You’re right, some will have to die along the way. That’s a hard truth."


    Nnenna stilled. The room felt colder.


    "But listen," the System continued, patient and steady. "Life is messy. Destiny isn’t a solo job. Everyone has a part to y. Some lives are long and quiet; some are short but burn bright. People give what they can, their strength, their time, even their lives. That’s how change has alwayse."


    Nnenna’s jaw tightened. "So you expect me to ept that? To watch people die?"


    "Not expect," exin, the System corrected. "If my master wants you for this, it’s because you can do what others can’t. That doesn’t make their loss meaningless. It means the choice is heavier. But think of those you would save. Think of what they would want for you. If Somto knew the scale of the mission, if he knew his mission meant more than he could possibly imagine, I believe he would choose it a thousand times over. And not just because he loved you, but because he understood purpose."


    Nnenna stared at the floor, anger and grief twisting together. The wordsnded like stones, true or not, they did not make the weight any lighter. She rubbed her temples and swallowed.


    "If that’s what this is," she whispered, "then tell me how to make it stop hurting others."


    "I can’t. You have to consider that some people choose this," the Love System said, voice steady. "They may be willing to y the part that helps you fulfill yours. If you refuse your role, the consequences could be worse than you imagine. How many more people will be hurt while that thing hunts for you? How many more will be sacrificed while you dy doing what must be done? How many will be damned if you fail?"


    The words hung in the air, heavy and cold.


    "So you’re trying to ckmail me into doing what you want?" Nnenna scoffed. "This was never a second chance to be better, was it? It was just a ticket to make me do your master’s work all along."


    "That’s not true." The System’s tone tightened. "It rose from its seat and moved closer, unhurried. "My master could have taken your task and given it to someone else the moment you died that year. He didn’t because he chose you. Do you know how many people beg for a second chance and never get one? Rich, good, righteous, no one can force my master’s hand. He favored you."


    Nnenna stared, anger and doubt colliding in her chest. But she didn’t interrupt.


    "You were trusted. You are still trusted to fulfill your destiny," the Love System said firmly, eyes locked on Nnenna. "And yours... it’s tied to saving the world. I can think of no greater call. Look Nnenna. Every single person born into this earth has a destiny. Yet every single day, countless die without fulfilling theirs."


    It leaned back slightly, its words growing sharper, heavier.


    "Do you know the richest ce in the world? It’s not the gold reserves or banks you humans chase. It’s the graveyards. That’s where greatness lies buried. People who carried world changing destinies but died with them sealed inside. Some carried cures that never reached the sick. Medicines that could have ended gues. Structures that could have stopped disasters before they began. Vehicles that could have run without poisoning the air. Even cures for cancer, buried in graves because their carriers never rose to their calling."


    Nnenna’s throat tightened, but the System pressed on.