They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System-Chapter 387: All Trash Right?!

Confidence was her only hope now. If she gave it like it was worthless, it would look like an insult. But if she presented it like it mattered, maybe, just maybe, it would gain weight in the eyes of others.

She stopped before Somto, lifted the pillow gently with both hands, and looked him in the eyes.

"It’s all I have on me," she said quietly. "But it’s mine. Always with me. Maybe it’ll bring you luck."

Somto’s gaze didn’t move. It stayed fixed on her.

And in that long pause, the audience erupted.

The whispering started from the VIP guests.

"Is that a—handkerchief?"

"You must be joking..."

"That’s what she’s giving the king?"

"From gems to a piece of cloth?"

Livestream comments flooded in.

"Girl be serious."

"No because what is that?!"

"She EMBROIDERED it tho?"

"Honestly I think it’s kinda brave??"

"Somto better not sneeze on that."

"Imagine gifting a scented square in front of the world."

"Well at least she didn’t come empty handed."

Some viewers laughed. Others cringed. A few respected her courage, but most were too stunned to process it fully.

Up at the high tables, even White Night coughed discreetly behind his hand. Ebere looked away angry with herself that she didn’t remind Nnenna about preparing a gift on time.

She was obviously unprepared. Abuchi blinked like he was still trying to understand what just happened.

Obinna was frozen. He couldn’t even react.

But Somto, he looked down at the handkerchief for a long moment.

Then up at her again.

In the midst of the murmurs and confused chatter rippling through the crowd, as whispers grew teeth and opinions hardened, Nnenna was just about to turn around and scurry off the stage, cheeks burning from what she assumed was her public humiliation.

She hadn’t even looked back at Somto. She didn’t want to see his expression, didn’t want to see disapproval, or worse, polite royal indifference.

Then

"This is the best gift I’ve received."

Somto’s voice cut through the air like lightning.

Everyone froze.

Queen Chioma: "..."

Abuchi: "!!!"

Obinna: "..?"

Ebere: ".??"

Chidera: "???"

The online crowd: "..."

The offline crowd: "..."

A few gasps echoed around the hall. Somewhere, a wine glass shattered. The orchestra flutist missed a note.

"Excuse you?! This was the best gift you’ve ever received?!" King Seungho nearly choked on his spiced tea.

"The gold inlaid scepter handle I personally commissioned with the royal jewelers of Daryoon must be a glorified chopstick, then?"

In a distant corner, the kings of Vesdara, Kelmira, and Farlune exchanged glances.

"So the grand peace treaty scroll with symbolic artwork that took three royal artists and a calligraphy monk a month to prepare... is basically fancy toilet paper?"

King Altan of Roxurun blinked slowly, his mouth slightly open. "Our spices. Our kingdom’s entire spice vault, selected from the rarest batch aged over four years and scented by our top perfumers... it’s now aroma flavored sand?"

King Vladimir of Haran’s eye twitched. "Elite guards? Servants? We sent hand trained, multilingual warriors and etiquette tutors. Did... did he just call them gift wrapped cookies?"

Duke Tinrin started muttering to himself. "Estate deeds are now tree bark. Noted."

CEO Rory almost fell off his seat. "That limited edition gadget was printed with titanium lace filament! It runs on neural heat signals! Is this scented cloth running on Wi Fi or emotion?!"

The shares in their multi million and billion dollar companies gifted by other CEOs? Oh, just elaborately shaped cookies, apparently. One CEO was seen quietly googling, "How to become a baker because monarchy doesn’t value stocks anymore."

A handwritten melody composed by White Night himself, crafted under starlight, whispered to a harp, and rumored to make statues cry, was now just random scribbles, right? Nonsense words, fit for karaoke with tone deaf pigeons.

The short film montage of Somto’s life, directed by an Oscar winning filmmaker, narrated by a deep voiced legend flown in from the mountains, and scored by a symphony orchestra with emotional support therapy dogs, was now considered "that PikPok style slideshow you skip after 3 seconds."

The custom tailored suit, hand stitched from golden silk woven by genetically pampered silkworms in a royal greenhouse, was now "just something you pick up from the clearance rack at Discount Robes & Co."

And the commoners’ humble bottle of village wine and a basket of freshly baked breads?

Well... okay, maybe those weren’t quite up there. But still! Bread is sacred! In some places. Maybe. Sometimes.

Someone in the crowd muttered, "Next time I’ll just give him a paperclip and a sticker book. It might win me a hug."

Another duke gasped and whispered to his aide, "Get me embroidery lessons. Quickly. Before his birthday."

Even the livestreamers were stunned into collective silence.

They sat there, some holding their breath, some clutching their pearls, some holding credit card statements, just... blinking.

All those Crown Drops, Royal Fireworks, Diamond Trains, Virtual Castles, and Golden Scroll Messages they had hurled into the digital stream like confetti at a royal carnival, worth from a few hundred Lionaran liras to an entire small nation’s GDP, and this man said:

"This is the best gift I’ve received."

Excuse you, Your Majesty?!

@Streamer420Queen: My bank account is at war and I lost the battle.

@CastleGifter88: I sent a virtual castle with real time fireworks, fire breathing dragons, AND custom royal NPC guards that said "Long live Somto" every 30 seconds.

But sure. Let’s bow to the Scarf of Sentimentality.

And what about his third brother’s original song?

Abuchi had gone full composer mode, poured his soul into a melody so moving that even the backup dancers cried during rehearsal, and now it was apparently "trash background noise"?

The second brother’s ultra rare gem, a shimmering crystal only found once in that kingdom, polished with volcanic water and moonlight?

Now just a shiny pebble you would skip across a pond?

And his first sister’s planner masterpiece? A creation woven with high quality silk threads imported from three continents, embedded with micro fortunes and energy balancing patterns?

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