Billionaire Legacy: I Became Overpowered With My Spending System-Chapter 63 - Negatives To Fame

Having eaten his breakfast and recovered most of his strength, Logan left his room and walked down the corridors to meet up with his friends before going to their first class of the year.

After walking for a few minutes, he found Grant waving at him, with the rest of his friends all standing around him.

"Good morning, everyone," Logan said with a smile as he joined the group.

"Good morning," they greeted one by one as they started walking to the assigned classroom.

Grant couldn’t hold back his curiosity and slowed down to walk beside Logan.

"What was the meeting about?" he asked, curiosity clear in his voice.

"You know," Logan began. "Since I took over the CEO position at my company, I sometimes need to leave campus to handle business stuff and keep things in order."

"I had to get the permission for that sorted out with Dean Andreas."

Grant’s smile faltered slightly at the mention of Logan’s CEO role, his thoughts drifting to what had happened to the rest of Logan’s family.

"...Right," he muttered. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry."

Logan gave a small shake of his head. "It’s fine. You didn’t say anything wrong."

Descending a set of stairs, they crossed paths with another group of acquaintances.

"Good morning, Mr. Mercer," one of them said, bowing slightly.

The rest of the group quickly followed, swarming around Logan.

"Logan, my dad almost invested in one of your subsidiaries last year. Small world, huh?" one of them said, trying to strike up a conversation.

Logan nodded awkwardly, not really sure how to respond, before another guy jumped in.

"We just bought our third manufacturing site in Geneva. I heard Mercer pulled out of there?" a guy with well-groomed hair said, clearly trying to show off.

Logan raised an eyebrow slightly, but before he could even respond, he was ambushed by another one.

"If the opportunity ever comes up, I think it would be great if our companies could collaborate," a skinny boy said, moving close to Logan. ’’We’re not quite on Mercer’s scale, of course, but there might be some synergy down the line.’’

’Ugh,’ Logan thought, annoyed.

His friends looked awkwardly as the others continued chatting nonsense.

Offering a polite smile, Logan responded to the show-off.

"Geneva wasn’t a fit for us," he said flatly, despite not even knowing what happened. "We tend to avoid regions that can’t meet our infrastructure standards."

"Right, right, makes sense." The boy who brought it up let out a nervous laugh, trying to play it off.

As Logan suspected, the boy had no clue what he was talking about either and was just trying to show off.

"I think I met your uncle once at a gala in New Vienna.’’ Another girl stepped forward. ’’He always seemed like such a positive person. You’ve got that same energy, you know?"

The girl was so ignorant it actually stunned Logan. ’Who the hell tries to start a conversation by complimenting your presumed-dead uncle?’

Logan blinked, barely stopping himself from rolling his eyes. "He’s been missing for over a year."

The girl’s face immediately paled.

"Oh, I didn’t mean—I just thought..."

"It’s fine," Logan cut her off firmly. "People say a lot of things without knowing the details."

Grant cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable, and took a half-step closer to Logan. "We should probably keep moving, right? Don’t want to be late on our first day."

Logan nodded, glad for the out. "Yeah. Let’s go."

As they began walking, one of the others called out behind them.

"If you’re ever looking for private logistics routes through northern Europe, my family’s company handles exclusive cargo lanes!"

"Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind," Logan said, giving a slight wave without turning around.

Once they were far enough away, Robert leaned in.

"I’ve seen goblins fight over a pack of jerky with more dignity than that," he said, laughing.

Logan chuckled, glad he was away from them.

Internally, he sighed.

’I’m sure this wasn’t a one-time thing either,’ he thought, mildly annoyed.

Exhaling sharply, Logan let go of the negative thoughts and continued chatting with his friends.

It didn’t take long before another group tried to mingle with them. But this time, it was worse.

’There’s no valid excuse out of this one,’ Logan thought as his head started to ache. ’They’re heading for the same room since they’re also from the United States.’

He stayed quiet and endured it—unwilling to make a scene on the first day over something so minor.

Having finally arrived at the assigned training room, Logan and his friends quickly headed in.

The training room was large with multiple rings and measuring devices within it. Each side of the room had rows of benches for students not using the devices.

They sat down in a corner of the room, managing to ditch the other students that tried to join them.

"They sure are persistent," Thomas remarked, annoyance clear in his voice.

"Tell me about it," Logan said, sighing.

A few minutes later, Professor Li walked through the door, followed by three other instructors.

He walked to the center of the room before addressing all students.

"You’ve all been split into two groups," he said. "The first group will do hand-to-hand sparring while the second group measures their current physical measurements. Once everyone finishes, the groups will switch activities."

"These three assistant teachers will judge the spars together with me," he continued, pointing at the instructors behind him. "Your group and partner assignments have been sent to your student emails."

He paused, glancing over the students once more.

"And let me remind all of you," he said slowly. "If anyone dares to use mana during the spar or the measuring, you’ll face expulsion."

His face was stone cold, clearly having gone through these situations before.

"If you can’t stand your sparring partner, suck it up like an adult," he added.

Silence fell inside the room after Professor Li stopped speaking.

He smiled slightly, glad his message had come across.

"Go on," he said, gesturing for students to start moving.

Everyone turned on their watches simultaneously to check what group they were assigned to.

"I’m in group one," Logan said, looking at his watch. "And my sparring partner is someone named Julien Moreau."

Grant and Robert nodded, both also in group one.

"I’m in group two," Layla said, to which Thomas nodded.

"Same here," he said.

Watching other students stand up, they did the same.

"Well then, good luck everyone," Logan said, smiling. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Yeah, good luck everyone," Grant said, smirking as he stared at the sparring rings.

The others chuckled, giving a nod before splitting up.

’I’m one of the first ones to spar,’ Logan thought, glancing at his number. ’I wonder who Julien Moreau is.’

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