Billionaire Legacy: I Became Overpowered With My Spending System

The morning sun poured through the window, dragging Logan out of a light sleep. He sat up at once, his eyes clear. Today wasn't a day to waste even a second.

He dressed quickly in the academy's dueling uniform, tightening the straps on his boots before grabbing his glaive and placing it on his shoulder.

Can't really pull this out of my space ring in front of thousands of people, he thought, smiling.

When he opened his door, the halls were already alive. Freshmen rushed past in groups, talking in excited voices that barely hid their nerves.

Logan walked calmly through them until he spotted Grant and Layla waiting near the stairwell. Robert, Thomas, and Ethan stood beside them, and Livia lingered at the back, veil low.

"There you are," Grant said, grinning. "I thought you'd oversleep."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "You think I'd risk that?"

Grant laughed and smacked his shoulder with one hand.

Layla shook her head, though even she had the faintest smile. Together, they started moving with the tide of students pouring out of the dormitory wing.

After taking a large stone elevator down to the lowest floor for more than fifteen minutes, the doors finally opened, revealing a large path packed with students, completely surrounded by large trees and green patches of land.

"First time I've been under the university's castle," Logan muttered, squinting his eyes as he glanced around.

"What are you waiting for, Logan?" Robert shouted, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Coming," Logan said, realizing the rest of the group had already started walking down the path.

The path took them through the main courtyard and down towards wide stone stairs leading them far away from the university.

Finally, a massive open field appeared in front of their eyes. Ten engraved, stone platforms stood in neat rows across the grass, each surrounded by glowing barriers.

Thousands of students packed the stands built around the sides of the arena, their voices bundling together like it was some kind of festival.

To be fair, Logan thought. It kind of is a festival, huh.

Mana projectors floated in the air above, beaming the images of the platforms onto enormous screens. Instructors and staff moved along the edges, their auras heavy enough to keep the crowd in line.

Logan's eyes narrowed. Cameras lined up on the front rows, dozens of them focusing on the ten stages. The academy clearly intended to broadcast every moment, not just to students but to sponsors and guilds across the continent.

He felt eyes follow him as he and his friends stepped into the waiting zone near the back.

"That's him… Logan Mercer.""They say he's already murdered dozens of people.""I wonder how strong he really has become after Derek's death. I still remember the strange flames from back then…"

The whispers pressed in on him, but Logan ignored them. He had no interest in engaging with these rumors anymore. The only thing that mattered now was what happened on the stage.

He'd even made it very clear that people needed to stop approaching him while he walked through the corridors, which seemed to be working for now.

His eyes went to the schedule projected on his hologram projector. There would only be two rounds today, the first matches already arranged.

Out of a few thousand students, three-quarters would be cut down by nightfall.

It didn't take long before the first twenty names were called onto the stages, each stepping on nervously while the crowd settled down in the stands.

"This is a great fucking spectacle," Grant laughed, his eyes locked on the students in the arenas, excitement practically radiating off him.

As the students held out their weapons and got into proper stances, several dozens of judges surrounded each corner of the arenas.

Seems like they want to take extra measures to prevent what happened last time, Logan thought, smiling slightly.

He folded his arms, watching calmly.

After a ten-second countdown, everyone in the stands quieted down as the first few matches began.

Some ended quickly, others dragged on with desperate flurries of spells and blades. The noise of the crowd rose and fell with each clash, but Logan only had eyes for one ring.

A girl wearing similar clothes as Livia stood calmly as her opponent charged toward her with a massive earth hammer.

With a flick of her hand, a blinding beam of light shot forward, cutting through the barrier of earth that rose to block it. The duel ended before it had even begun, judges jumping into the arena in the blink of an eye to save the earth warrior.

Gasps filled the crowd.

"That's someone from the Imperial Church!"

"She's terrifying!"

"Was that light magic?!"

Logan's gaze lingered on her. The calm way she stood, the precise control of her spell… it reminded him of Livia.

Definitely SSS-rank, he thought. That should be the daughter of the Virtue of Faith then.

Livia had told him as much, but seeing it with his own eyes left no doubt. Light as a primary element was strong enough, but she was hiding something more.

Her second affinity remained completely unknown. Coupled with her being from the church and the shady Virtue's descendants… it made her feel dangerous to him.

I don't know if I'll get to face her, Logan thought, frowning. But I definitely shouldn't underestimate her.

Minutes passed, and the first wave of duels wrapped up. Judges escorted the winners off while healers rushed to aid the injured.

Logan exhaled slowly. I'm after this.

He glanced at his friends. Ethan and Layla were pale but determined, Robert and Thomas silent, Grant tapping his greatsword against his shoulder like he couldn't wait to get started.

Livia's veil prevented him from seeing her complete expression, but he knew that she was likely nervous too.

The announcer's voice boomed out again, calling the next group forward. Logan's name flashed across the bracket, paired against Julien Moreau.

The crowd erupted.

"They're facing off already?!"

"Julien's going to humiliate him!"

"No, Logan's different now. You'll see."

Logan turned to his friends. "See you after."

Grant opened his mouth, but closed it again when he saw Logan's expression. Instead, he nodded firmly. Layla gave him a sharp look that almost carried worry. Robert and Thomas muttered quick good lucks.

Livia said nothing, only giving the faintest tilt of her head before turning away.

Logan calmly walked towards the platform, a small grin on his face while his glaive leaned on his shoulder.

Julien Moreau was already waiting. He stood on the platform with a thick smirk on his face as he held his rapier in front of him.

"Well, well," Julien said loudly enough for those nearby to hear. "The orphan who stumbled into luck. Thought you could hide behind your name forever, Mercer? Let's see how long you last when that's stripped away."

His voice dripped venom. "You're nothing but a spoiled bastard clinging to wealth you didn't earn."

Rolling his eyes, Logan remained calm as he stepped onto the platform.

He remained expressionless as he locked eyes with Julien. "Is that so?"

Logan grabbed his glaive and pointed it toward Julien. "You do know I can use my affinities now… right?"

"Tch, with or without affinity doesn't matter," Julien scoffed, though his expression showed a flicker of uncertainty. "You wouldn't have even won against Derek if he hadn't been distracted by you throwing away your protection gear."

Logan raised an eyebrow, never expecting to hear that name again and much less now. "Alright," he said calmly, almost laughing. "Think what you want. We'll just have to put your opinions to the test."

The crowd roared again, the noise almost deafening.

Two S-rank judges stepped onto the stage, their auras pressing down so hard the air seemed to bend. Each carried a small silver badge glowing with enchantments.

"Protective badges," one judge said firmly, tossing one to Logan. "Pin it to your chest. Fatal strikes will activate the barrier."

The judge took a step back. "Once it's triggered, or defeat is certain, the match ends."

Logan inclined his head and accepted the badge. The cold metal pressed against his uniform as he pinned it just below his collarbone. Julien did the same, twirling his rapier as if impatient.

The judges stepped back.

"Combatants ready?"

Julien grinned, raising his rapier in a mocking salute. "Let's end your little miracle, Mercer."

The basic version of the Flaming Body technique and the Ghoul Chains should be enough to get a rapid victory, Logan thought. I shouldn't hold back too much since a rapid victory can boost my reputation.

His lips curved into a faint smile. He shifted his stance, glaive steady at his side as he began pouring fire mana into both the glaive and the rest of his body.

The holographic clock above the arena flickered into life.

The countdown began.

5

4

3

Logan tightened his grip, eyes locked on Julien.

And as the final second ticked away, his smile widened.