My Rare System: The Urban Legend

Chapter 4

Dillon hadn't gotten far when he decided to stop and glance behind him. Just in time, he caught sight of Brayden walking towards a maybach.

He looked away before Brayden caught him looking. A million and one thing on his mind. He lowered his eyes to the black card and tightened his grip on it.

Gulping down nervously, he thought, 'Could that man really not be a con-man? And does it mean this bank card is real and I'm really the heir to a family called the Grendel?'

As those questions threw him into confusion, he felt a light tap on his shoulder and flinched. Hiding the card behind him, he turned to see who it was.

"Mr. Darren, are you back to take your card?" Dillon asked hesitantly, but Brayden merely smiled.

There was a thunderclap before there was a heavy downpour. Brayden quickly took out an umbrella and held it above Dillon while he was beaten by the rain.

This action stunned Dillon and for a moment, he was left speechless.

"Young master, I presume you're ready for us to talk." Brayden smiled.

Dillon nodded absentmindedly as Brayden led him to the maybach. Once inside, he couldn't help admiring its beauty. A car like this was sure to attract a lot of attention and make him extremely famous if he pulled up in it in college.

Even the car of the richest student in Yale university only cost about a million dollars, but this car right here looked like it could buy five or six of them.

"Young master, don't look at it with much admiration. This is the least car in your garage." Brayden chuckled briefly.

Dillon finally got a grip of himself and stayed silent for a long time before he exhaled, "I'm ready."

Brayden nodded and reached to his side. He took out a briefcase and pressed a button beside him. Instantly, a table-like black surface divided them.

He placed the briefcase on it before going ahead to open it. He took out the first photo from it and slid it over to Dillon.

Dillon picked it up only to see himself. He was at a party and had a lovely woman in his arms. The duo had their cheeks stretched into a full smile as they stared at each other.

He was about to ask when such happened when he realized the date at the end of the paragraph.

"This was 23 years ago. Is this–" He trailed off when it all made sense to him. His grip on the photo tightened as he affirmed with teary eyes, "They're my parents, aren't they?"

"Charles Grendel and his wife, Dahlia Grendel." Brayden nodded with a sad smile, "That picture was taken the day your mother discovered she was pregnant for you. Your father was so excited that he insisted they have a wedding as soon as possible."

"A wedding? They weren't married yet?"

"Your father stumbled upon your mother in a hospital. She had gotten into a very bad accident. An accident caused by your father because he was fleeing from his responsibilities. Unfortunately, Dahlia lost her memories in the accident. Charles happened to fall in love with her, but the Grendel's were against the family's heir marrying someone who didn't know her root." Brayden went on to explain.

"But when he discovered she was pregnant for me, he damned the rules and got married to her nevertheless." Dillon smiled amidst tears, reaching out to wipe off the tears which had gathered at his eyes.

"Your father didn't want you to be born out of wedlock. No matter the grievance the Grendel family had with him and Dahlia, he didn't want it to affect you in any way." Brayden added, taking out another photo from the briefcase.

Dillon laughed when he saw a chubby looking child staring back at him. He had never seen childhood photos of him as the orphanage he grew in didn't have it, but he could tell from the necklace which hung on his neck and the steele blue eyes, the child was him.

"But I've never heard of the Grendel family before. How come I'm just hearing it from you for the first time?" Dillon sighed.

Brayden chuckled and leaned forward a little, "The Grendel family is considered way too prestigious to be mentioned. Ever heard of the four big families in the capital?"

"Yes. The Taylor family and the Newton family. The third and fourth family has always been mysterious and out of the public's eyes." No sooner had Dillon said those words did it suddenly make sense to him. "One out of those two families is the Grendel family."

"Exactly. And as the heir of the Grendel family, I want you to know you can do whatever you want right here and no one would dare to touch you." Brayden nodded proudly.

"Does that also mean I'll have the ability? Like the one kids from wealthy families all possess?" Dillon asked and Brayden hummed.

"What people don't know is that the four big families actually control it. In fact, your father was the one who invented it." Brayden revealed.

'It finally makes sense!' Dillon thought as he recalled the rush of adrenaline he felt moments before he beat up those boys near the cliff.

"Ah, it's stopped raining, young master. Pardon me while I order some clothes for you." Brayden exhaled, whipping out his phone.

Dillon hummed and relaxed on his seat. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips as his back came in contact with the soft chair. He quickly recalled he hadn't rested for the past few days and felt his face for the injury James and his friends inflicted on him the other day.

However, much to his surprise, he felt no pain on his face and no sign of a cut anywhere.

'Could this be part of his new found abilities?'

The brand new clothes arrived in no time and Brayden drove Dillon to a four star hotel like he requested. Brayden waited outside his room door as Dillon bathed and changed into a new pair of fresh clothes.

"I'm glad Charles left his exact replica behind." Brayden muttered once Dillon emerged behind the door.

Dillon, who heard him, smiled. He had changed into a pair of expensive clothes, hence, the security man who had been curious the first time they passed, merely assumed Dillon was a rich heir who had gotten into trouble somewhere then called his father to come help him out.

"Visit us again, sir." Said the security man with a wide smile.

Dillon didn't smile back at him after all, he recognized this type of person. If he had come here a few hours ago, this man wouldn't have let him through the door or even smile at him.

"I've gotten you a house, young master and I've taken most of the clothes I got for you there. I'll also call your school to inform them you'll be taken off the scholarship you've been on for the past two years and every amount they spent on you will be repaid in three folds." Brayden finally stopped talking when they got to the maybach only to glance at his side and discovered Dillon wasn't beside him.

Glancing behind him to where Dillon stood rooted to the spot, he asked, "Young master, you can tell me if I'm doing anything wrong and I'll do it to your taste."

"No, it's not that. It just feels so unreal that just a few hours ago, I was homeless, jobless and on the verge of losing my scholarship which was why I tried to kill myself."

Brayden walked back to him. Looking up at Dillon, he smiled. The tiny creature who wasn't even up to 30 cm back then was now more than 192 cm. He even had to look up at him now.

"That is all my fault, young master. If I had found you earlier, none of those would've happened. But now, I want you to know you're no longer the Dillon Grendel everyone knew just a few hours ago. You're no longer someone they can talk down on, best up whenever they like, insult and accuse, unable to fend for himself. From this moment on, you're powerful, invincible, wealthy."

"Then I think it's time I repay all those who looked down on me and abused me." Dillon grimaced, balling his right hand into a fist.