Billionaire Legacy: I Became Overpowered With My Spending System

Logan glanced at Livia for a moment, a small smile growing on his face. "I know," he said. "Don't worry about it."

Livia pursed her lips together, glancing around. She noticed that the others had mostly stopped talking and had started looking at the two of them.

Before she could take a step back, Grant spoke up.

"You two should get a room already," he said bluntly.

"Grant!" Layla's voice rang out sharply. Her fingers pushed deep into his side, making him wince as he took a few steps back.

"What?" Grant muttered, his voice low. "I was just trying to help."

Layla stared at him with narrowed eyes. "Is that so?"

Robert, Thomas, and Ethan started chuckling, shaking their heads as they stared at the pitiful Grant.

At the same time, Logan scratched his head in embarrassment. He'd never expected Grant to call him out like this.

Beside him, Livia's face had also turned a deep shade of red as her eyes locked on Logan's.

Logan had lost himself in his thoughts, his smile slowly turning serious.

I know Livia has a thing for me… and it's the same for me, he thought, closing his eyes for a second. But a relationship… now? Is that really wise for both me and her?

He opened his eyes again, shaking his head slightly. There were more pressing matters than letting his mind wander down that path right now.

"We should head out," Logan said, changing the subject smoothly. "The competition schedule should be posted by now, no?"

The shift in atmosphere was immediate as Grant perked up. "That's right!" he practically shouted. "I've been waiting to see who I'll face for weeks!"

"Would be pretty funny if you had to fight Logan again," Robert said, chuckling. "Losing in the first round is pretty embarrassing after all."

Grant shot him a glare but didn't fire back, his lips twitching as if he couldn't fully hide his amusement.

"Let's just check for ourselves," Thomas said, already pulling a slim hologram projector from his pocket.

The others followed suit, their accounts flashing to life in the air before them. Each screen displayed glowing brackets with their names arranged against opponents.

"Ah, there it is," Ethan muttered, scrolling quickly. His lips pressed into a thin line. "Tch. I got some Korean student. Just my luck."

Robert smirked. "Better you than me."

"Hmm, I got lucky," Layla said casually, tilting her head at the screen. "Fighting Jasmin, whose primary element is healing."

Grant leaned forward to check his own, then grinned. "Nice, I got some guy named Yu Ming. Should be a piece of cake since I've never heard of him before."

One by one, they called out their opponents, the tension rising as the results revealed themselves.

Logan finally tapped his own bracket. His name glowed in faint gold, and opposite him, another appeared.

Julien Moreau.

Logan blinked, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Well… isn't this familiar."

Grant peered over his shoulder. "Julien? That guy you sparred against when you first arrived? Didn't you lose to him?"

"Without mana," Logan reminded calmly, shaking his head slightly.

The memory returned instantly. Julien had practically insulted everything about him, his family name, mocking his wealth, his strength.

Robert frowned slightly. "That guy really had it out for you… Guess the academy's letting you settle it officially now."

Logan's expression hardened, though the smile never left his lips. "Good. I've been waiting for this."

He hadn't particularly cared back then as Julien had truly been stronger than him in hand-to-hand combat… but now? He was confident he could beat him with his eyes closed, let alone while he could also use his mana.

The group lingered a few minutes longer, trading jokes about their opponents and bragging about strategies, but one by one they began to peel away to continue training privately.

"See you tomorrow," Robert said with a wave, heading toward the eastern wing.

"Goodbye everyone," Livia said with a soft smile on her face.

Her eyes locked on Logan for a moment, then she left the training room.

Grant and Layla glanced at each other, having noticed Livia's expression clear as day.

As they glanced back at Logan, Layla shook her head slightly. "It's like he's oblivious," she mumbled, locking eyes with Grant. "For both their sakes, can you talk some sense into him?"

Grant nodded slowly, his eyes wandering to Logan too. "I really should," he muttered, letting out a sigh.

"Hey Logan," he said, snapping Logan out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" Logan responded, looking up at him surprised. "I thought you and Layla were leaving?"

"We were going to," Grant said, pausing as he swung his arm around Logan's neck. "But first I seem to need to talk some sense into you."

Logan stared deadpan at Grant. "You? Talking sense?"

Grant's grin faded into something more thoughtful as he kept his arm hooked loosely around Logan's neck. "Why haven't you made things official yet?"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"With Livia," Grant clarified, his tone more blunt than teasing this time.

Logan let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. "There's too much going on right now. Dragging her into all of my issues… it wouldn't be right."

Grant studied him for a moment, his expression hard to read.

Then he gave a slow nod. "I get that." His eyes flicked towards Layla, who was waiting by the door with her arms crossed. "But don't wait too long, Logan. You might end up regretting it."

Logan's lips pressed together. He didn't respond, and after a moment Grant gave his shoulder a pat before heading toward Layla.

She shot Logan a knowing look but didn't say a word as she dragged Grant out of the room.

Left in the sudden quiet, Logan ran a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath. "Even Grant, huh…?"

He ran both his hands through his hair. Why are all these decisions always so difficult, he thought.

The real reason why he was afraid to have a relationship was far deeper than he could explain to any of them.

Should I tell them that I have an Ancient Warlord bound to me? he thought. Or the system? Not to mention my affinities and the space ring.

The danger not only from possessing those items but even from what was behind them was too much for him to really want to involve anyone else.

Logan shook his head. It's too risky. Until I know what is behind all of these irregularities, I can't risk someone I love getting hurt by them.

With that, he quickly stored his glaive in his space ring before stepping out into the university's halls.

The halls were crowded as ever, but now the conversations had shifted. Everyone turned to stare at him as he walked through the corridors.

"That's him! Logan!"

"Damn, we should go talk to him…"

"I wonder how he'll do at the freshman competition… no one's seen his strength after Derek's death."

He ignored all of them, too busy with his own mind to care about any of them.

By the time he reached the stairwell to the dormitory wing, he had lost count of how many curious faces turned his way and how many had walked up to him to request his number, offer partnerships, or even ask to be a sparring opponent.

He finally reached his room, sliding the door shut behind him. Silence fell instantly, muting the noise of the academy outside.

Logan pulled out his glaive and placed it against the wall, exhaling slowly as he crossed the room. "Tch. It's like I can't walk ten steps without someone talking to me."

He sank onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Livia was right… if I don't start setting boundaries now, this is only going to get worse."

He rubbed his temples, the day's events replaying in his mind. All the people asking for him made him go insane.

Finally, he shook his head slightly. I need to take my mind off all of this bullshit, he thought, clenching his fist.

Letting out a deep breath, he sat up and crossed his legs.

Closing his eyes, Logan steadied his breathing until his messy thoughts faded into silence.

He reappeared in front of his silver core with countless golden specks on it. Concentrating on the elemental masses inside his core, Logan slowly began manipulating mana threads into the walls around his core.

More and more golden specks appeared on the outside of his core, his progress growing at a rapid pace.

The specks spread little by little, each one shining brighter as more mana flowed inside. His body grew warmer, his breathing calm and steady. Logan kept his focus, ignoring everything else.

Each cycle of threads pushed his core closer to its next breakthrough.

'It won't be long before I can breakthrough again,' he thought. 'I should focus more on techniques for now though.'

There were only five days left to the start of the Freshman Competition and he wanted to be prepared for it.