They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 438: Openly Declaring War

Chapter 438: Openly Declaring War

She wasn’t ready to surrender her throne, not now, not ever.

So, the scheming began again.

After sulking in silence for a day, she bounced back, more determined than ever to restore her reputation and prove that Nnenna ant absolutely nothing to Prince Carl.

She had already spent the night convincing her loyal followers, her so called henchn, and now they were fully onboard, whispering lies and twisting the truth with well practiced ease.

“The only reason Prince Carl rushed to her,” one of them said in the hallway with dramatic flair, “was because she’s a fellow student. Obviously. No prince wants one of his students hard under his watch, it’s just responsibility, not affection.”

“Exactly,” another chid in. “Besides, Nnenna always shalessly sits behind Jana in class. That’s probably why the prince thought they were close. Anyone would panic if they thought their girlfriend’s friend was in danger. It’s basic human decency.”

They spun the story so well, so persistently, that so students started to pause and consider it.

“Hmm… makes sense,” a few muttered among themselves. “Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding. No way a prince would fall for soone so… average. Yes, she’s the most pretty girl I’ve ever seen, but she doesn’t have a strong background. She’s just a scholarship student!”

Bit by bit, the rumors began to take root again. Suspicion returned to curious minds. Doubt began to cast long shadows.

And sowhere in the middle of it all, Jana smirked in satisfaction.

Her ga had just begun.

But not everyone bought the story Jana’s people were selling.

So students, sharp eyed and sharp minded, rembered the look on Prince Carl’s face that day. The panic in his voice.

The way his hands shook as he checked Nnenna over. That wasn’t the reaction of soone simply worried about a classmate, or a friend of a friend.

That was personal.

“That kind of worry?” one student whispered to another. “You don’t fake that. Not even princes can pretend that well.”

“No way it had anything to do with Jana,” another agreed. “He looked like he was about to lose his mind when he saw Nnenna.”

And just like that, two groups began to form in the class.

One group, loyal to Jana, or simply afraid of her wrath, clung to the idea that Prince Carl’s reaction was because of Jana. That maybe, just maybe, his concern for Nnenna was only because of her connection to Jana. That belief gave them peace, even if it was shaky.

The second group, however, wasn’t convinced. They believed sothing deeper was at play. Prince Carl hadn’t once looked at Jana that day, not even when she stood there crying. His entire world had zeroed in on Nnenna.

Still, even this group wasn’t fully certain. They were maybe sixty percent sure… but sixty percent wasn’t enough to go to war with the class’s reigning queen bee.

So, they played it safe. They stopped trying to suck up to Nnenna, and quietly distanced themselves, just in case Jana’s version of the story turned out to be true.

At the end of the day, no one wanted to gamble with their social standing.

Because in Omniora Academy, rumors were more dangerous than arrows.

Nnenna couldn’t have cared less about the rumors swirling around. In fact, she was relieved.

Now that no one was trying to suck up to her or hover around her desk with fake smiles and awkward small talk, she finally had peace. Real peace.

She focused in class, jotted down her notes, and even exchanged a few quiet laughs with Emily. For the first ti in weeks, she felt like a normal student again, no pressure, no expectations, no stares.

Classes passed smoothly, one after another, until the last lecture ended and the professor exited the hall. The usual noise began to rise, students chatting, packing their bags, stretching their arms. But then

SLAM!

A loud sound cracked through the room like thunder.

Everyone froze.

All eyes turned.

Jana had stood up and slamd her palm hard on Nnenna’s desk, her face burning with rage.

Nnenna blinked, confused, as she looked up from her book.

The room went silent in a heartbeat. The tension was thick enough to slice through.

Jana’s eyes were wild, fury swirling in them like a storm barely contained. She had finally snapped.

After watching people whisper behind her back, after realizing that not everyone bought her carefully spun lies, she had reached her breaking point.

And this, this public confrontation, was exactly what her new ally, Linda, had been hoping for. Using soone’s else’s knife to get the job done.

Jana leaned in, her voice low but sharp. “You think you’re special, don’t you?” she hissed, loud enough for the entire class to hear. “Just because a prince looked worried about you?”

Gasps rippled through the room. Students glanced at each other, their expressions a mix of excitent, awkwardness, and nervous anticipation.

Jana wasn’t just confronting Nnenna.

She was declaring war.

Jana’s voice rang through the hall, sharp and accusing, thick with venom.

“You look so innocent on the outside, but you’re just a sly little snake!” she spat, glaring at Nnenna like she was filth. “How dare you try to seduce my boyfriend?!”

The crowd gasped again. So students actually leaned forward, as if they were watching a live drama unfold on stage.

“I even thought we could be friends,” Jana went on bitterly. “That’s why I let you sit behind all this ti. I was being kind. I didn’t know you had poison in your veins, that you were shalessly using that spot just to get noticed by my man.”

Her voice trembled now, not from sadness, but from fury. “You even had the audacity to change seats yesterday. I thought it was finally because you had so sha left, that maybe you realized you couldn’t win.”

She scoffed and flipped her hair dramatically.

“But no. Turns out I was wrong again….”