Billionaire Legacy: I Became Overpowered With My Spending System-Chapter 111- Ruined Reputation And Iceland

Edric stood outside Logan’s door early the next morning, holding a box filled with several items.

"Edric," Logan said with a smile as he opened the door.

"Good morning, Logan," Edric replied, stepping inside.

As Logan shut the door behind him, Edric placed the box on the lounge table.

"So this is it, huh?" Logan muttered, pulling out a thin black suit covered in strange, reflective panels.

Edric nodded, a small smile growing on his face.

"Looks good, doesn’t it?" he said. "The material adapts to heat and dulls your mana presence at the same time."

Logan raised an eyebrow, holding up the suit against his body.

"It looks a little small..."

"Don’t worry about that," Edric said with a chuckle. "It auto-adjusts once you pour a little mana into it."

Before Logan got a chance to try, a loud beeping sound entered his ears.

Glancing at his watch before looking at Edric’s, he raised an eyebrow.

Both had started ringing at practically the same time.

Opening the urgent message on his watch, he frowned.

’The Alvarez family,’ he thought, frowning as he skimmed through Silas’s message.

Logan tapped his watch again, expanding the urgent message into a full-screen hologram.

Lines of text scrolled past before a recording of a live news broadcast took over.

"This morning, the Alvarez family issued a public statement accusing Logan Mercer of murder in relation to the death of their youngest son, 19-year-old Derek Alvarez, previously a top-ranked student at the Global Arcane University."

Logan’s breathing slowed as he clenched his fist while listening further.

"According to the Alvarez family, Derek was baited into a rigged duel, resulting in an unjust death at the hands of Mercer, whose company has long been at odds with the Alvarez Conglomerate."

A picture appeared on the live broadcast of Logan standing over several blurred body pieces.

"While the university has yet to release a statement," the news anchor continued, "multiple sources claim that Logan may have tampered with Derek’s protection badge, nullifying its safety protocols."

Logan stared at the hologram without blinking, his clenched fist slowly loosening.

"So they really went through with this," he muttered, turning to Edric.

Beside him, Edric’s face had darkened.

"This is bad," he mumbled. "They are starting a smear campaign to brand you as a murderer and ruin the company’s reputation."

Silence fell in the room as Logan fell deep into thought.

’Those fuckers,’ he thought, irritated, before quickly calming himself down.

’The damage to my reputation has already been done,’ he thought, glancing at the repeated pictures of a smiling Derek playing on the news broadcast. ’How can I respond to this best...’

Edric turned towards him. "We can still fight it."

"Should we release the duel logs and show them that Derek’s protection badge did in fact work?"

Logan shook his head slowly. "Not yet..."

Edric looked like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t want to interrupt Logan while he was thinking.

’I need to take this slow and plan everything very carefully,’ he thought, forcing himself to remain calm. ’Otherwise, they’ll just spin a story around it and it’ll just look like a bad cover-up.’

Even though the dirty trick infuriated him, he knew just dangerous the public opinion could be when it was used as a weapon.

He just hadn’t expected them to move so fast, knowing they could be sued once he gathered real evidence.

Finally, after calculating for a few minutes, Logan finally looked up at Edric.

"We’ll release a few frames from during the fight," he said coldly. "Just a few frames before Derek’s death where the protection badge activates."

He tapped the suit on the table once, eyes narrowing.

"That should be enough to plant doubt in the public’s eyes... while we prepare a full folder that completely dismantles their narrative."

Edric gave a small nod, already sending a message to someone.

"I’ll have our media team trim the footage," he said with a serious expression. "Just around two seconds long."

Logan nodded in approval.

"Release it through neutral channels. Make it look like it leaked from the university."

Walking to his window, Logan stared down at the city below.

"We’ll start compiling the real folder today," he said without turning around. "Everything we’ve got—footage logs, statements, and any support from the Imperial Church."

He turned back to face Edric, his expression unreadable.

"I’ll stay for several days. Just enough to make sure the foundations are solid... and to oversee how the public reacts to the footage leak."

"And after that?" Edric asked, staring at Logan in surprise.

Logan picked up the suit as he answered. "After that, I’m stepping away for a bit."

Glancing at Edric’s worried expression, Logan smiled.

"Don’t worry," he said. "I’ll remain in contact in case the Alvarez family does something that requires me here."

Edric let out a breath and nodded.

Later that day, Logan returned to his room after confirming the footage was trimmed and uploaded perfectly.

He stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes focused on the city lights below.

’Now I just have to wait for the public’s response,’ he thought, watching the dark sky beyond the glass.

Glancing at the box behind him, he carefully took out the suit.

’Let’s see how this suit works,’ he thought, staring at the reflective panels on the fabric.

Logan carefully pulled the suit over his body, pouring mana inside to make sure it fit his exact frame.

Finally, he stared into the mirror, looking at himself inside the strange suit.

’Now how do I change appearances?’ he thought, looking around the suit for any instructions.

"It might have been easier if I’d just let Edric help me," Logan mumbled.

After searching for a while, he noticed a small button with a hologram projector on his arm.

’That should be it,’ he thought, his eyes lighting up.

Pressing on the button, a small hologram floated above his arm with five empty presets.

Logan raised an eyebrow, amazed.

As he pressed on one of the empty presets, a larger hologram popped up, showing an average guy with Logan’s body proportions.

"Wow," he mumbled, staring at the hologram in amazement.

There were several adjustable scales underneath the character, each capable of changing specific sections of the body.

’Only thing I can’t do is make myself smaller,’ he thought, nodding.

Without hesitation, Logan treated the preset like a game avatar, tweaking features until his body looked completely unrecognizable.

As he pressed confirm, he felt a heavy feeling around his body as several layers of padding appeared everywhere, making himself far broader.

Next came a screen that let him modify his skin tone, hair color, and facial structure.

He cycled through the face shapes until he stopped at one that looked nothing like him—short brown hair, thicker eyebrows, and a strong chin with a small scar on the cheek.

[Preset saved: Alias #1] the hologram read. [Preset loading...]

Within seconds, as he stared in the mirror, he no longer saw a lean, tall young man but an older, muscular man that looked like a fighter who’d been through tens of dungeons in his life.

’It still looks off,’ he thought, shaking his head. ’But I can tweak the parts that don’t sit right.’

Staring at himself in the mirror for a little longer, he shook his head.

"This thing is insane..." he muttered.

Taking off his suit, Logan glanced at the time.

’I should head to bed,’ he thought, feeling tired.

It had been another busy day. Even with his employees and board finding a steady rhythm in which he didn’t need to do much anymore, overseeing everything was still exhausting.

"The constant stress of waiting for another attack isn’t exactly helping," he mumbled, shaking his head.

As he laid down in bed, he couldn’t help but look forward to the time he could disappear and travel around the world.

Like that, three days flashed by.

Exhaling deeply, Logan sat on his couch, staring at news outlets.

’There’s not much left for me to do,’ he thought, glancing at the ongoing media debate over Derek’s death.

The media storm had not calmed down. Instead, it had shifted slightly.

Dozens of channels were now analyzing both perspectives. Experts, influencers, even retired professors were dissecting the protection badge activation frame by frame.

’The only annoying part is the constant demand for statements,’ Logan thought, his irritation rising. frёeωebɳovel.com

Dozens of news crews settled around the main building in hopes of being the first ones to get a statement from Logan.

Turning around, Logan stared at the suit and the voice changer in the box.

Asking Edric to guide him out of the building safely, Logan changed into the suit and selected the first preset he’d made.

"Now it’s time to disappear for a while," he mumbled, glancing at his first destination.

A remote outpost near one of the older dungeon gates—cold, silent, and far enough that he wouldn’t have to hear constant talk about his company.

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