My Rare System: The Urban Legend

Chapter 5

Dillon alighted from the maybach a few meters away from Yale University.

The day was monday, which meant a lot of students were in school.

He hurried over to his dormitory, but a student was quick to spot him. Unknown to him, the whole school knew what transpired between him and James as a student had live streamed the entire thing.

"I expected to see him limping. I thought James broke a few of his bones?"

"He's putting on a charade, I was right there at the party and saw how badly beaten he was."

Dillon increased the pace of his legs unable to withstand their chattering.

However, before he got to his dormitory, a hand reached out and pulled him into an empty hall.

Dillon placed a hand on his chest in relief seeing the person was none other than Merlin Wright, his best friend. The relief on his face disappeared when he caught sight of the bat Merlin held.

"For any reason, you wouldn't swing that at me, right?" Dillon asked, taking two steps backward.

Merlin raised a brow as he swung up the bat threateningly. He was 190 cm and had jet black hair which was styled like that of men in the late 90s, and he currently had his full lips puckered angrily.

"Merlin, are you alright?" Dillon asked, startling Merlin.

"Huh? Of course I'm fine. What do you think is wrong with me?" Merlin scoffed, refusing to meet Dillon's eyes.

Dillon took two steps forward and Merlin took four steps backwards. His action confirmed Dillon's suspicion.

"What did you do while I was away? Did you get into a fight? Did you fight James and his friends?" Dillon asked all at once, still moving closer to Merlin.

Merlin who wasn't prepared to answer, threw aside the bat and raced towards the door. However, the next second, he felt Dillon's hands on him before he was effortlessly moved backward.

"How did you get so strong—aww!" He yelped in pain when Dillon moved up his black shirt.

Thanks to its color and thickness, the shirt had soaked in the blood on his lower abdomen. It looked like a knife cut.

"What happened to you?" Dillon growled.

Merlin pulled down his shirt and pried Dillon's grip away from him. "Well, when I saw the video about James doing such to you, I was really upset. So I paid them a visit when they returned to school. It didn't end well. Come to think of it, your face is so damn smooth, when I clearly watched them mess it up. Or was the video a joke?"

As he talked, Merlin felt Dillon's face and body with his hands. To his surprise, Dillon never winced in pain.

"Was the video really a prank?" He asked, deeply puzzled.

Dillon walked to the door, opened it and poked out his head, then closed it back when he confirmed the hallway was completely ridden of any human.

"It wasn't."

"Then what was it? Why don't you have any cut on your face? Do you have the healing ability? Of course you don't, you're not from a wealthy home." Merlin blabbered.

"I'm the heir to a wealthy family." Dillon said with a straight face.

Merlin tilted his head to the side and scratched it, "An heir to a wealthy family?"

Dillon nodded.

Merlin had a serious look for a while before he got closer to Dillon and felt his forehead, "You don't look stressed, but did you by any chance hit your head somewhere? Maybe you slammed your head during the beating?"

Dillon resisted the urge to hiss as he shrugged off Merlin's hand away from his face.

"I'm serious." He scoffed and reached for the black card in his pocket. "Brayden gave this to me. He said it doesn't have a limit."

Merlin's pupils dilated at the sight of the black card. Although the family he came from couldn't compete with that of James', it was still a first tier family which meant he had gone to a lot of places and seen a lot of things.

One of those things included a black card that looked just like the one in Dillon's hands. He couldn't say it was a duplicate as not a lot of people knew what a black card looked like to copy its features word for word.

"Dillon, did you say Brayden? Like Brayden Darren?" Merlin asked, gulping down nervously.

"Oh, you know him. He found me a few hours ago and told me all about my family." Dillon smiled broadly.

Merlin stood rooted to the spot, mount agape as he stared at Dillon. So the nobody who lived his entire life in an orphanage, trampled and looked down by everyone around him turned out to be the heir of the Grendel family!

"The four big families in the capital all have their initials. T, N, G and the R families. The Taylor family and the Newton family recently revealed themselves. Who would've thought the G stands for Grendel!" Merlin filled Dillon in.

Almost immediately, his eyes widened happily, "So that's why you healed. You're from a wealthy family as well, which means you have an ability. It must be so thrilling watching your flesh cover up."

At this point, Merlin seemed more thrilled and excited at the discovery than Dillon whose life it was.

The two talked for a few more minutes before hurrying over to their dormitories since it was almost lights out.

Dillon got to his dormitory, but much to his surprise, realized his roommates were standing at the door like they had been waiting for him.

Over the course of his two years in this school, he never really interacted with them. Other than the occasional greetings he often said to them whenever he got back from work and found them still awake, he knew nothing about them.

His three roommates stood near the door, gazing at him in shock.

"It's really true. How did you manage to look so good despite the way James and his friends trashed you?"

Dillon stared at the whitehead who asked that and pursed his lips for a while, then mumbled coldly, "I'm fine."

"Hey, we're just curious. Not like we care about you." A brown haired one said, but Dillon didn't spare him a glance.

Even though he knew nothing about them, Dillon knew they were all rude like most kids from wealthy homes he had come across.

He ignored them, had his bath before retiring for the night.

The first thing Dillon did when he woke up the next day was to check if the black card was still in his pocket. He exhaled in relief confirming all that happened wasn't a dream.

His roommates were still asleep as he had woken up early. Dillon quickly had his bath, then opened his side of the wardrobe to see his new clothes stashed there.

He attended his lecture that morning then met up with Merlin afterward. On their way out of the school, he was stopped by the school's president who passed him an envelope and left immediately.

Dillon took out the letter in it only to see he had been pardoned for missing lecture yesterday. However, the next time it happened, his scholarship would be revoked.

Merlin who read the letter well couldn't help hissing, "Terminate your scholarship already and show those fools who the boss is!"

Merlin had every right to be angry as the school had done nothing other than push Dillon around. They prejudiced against him, talked down on him and did nothing even when other students bullied him.

Dillon tucked the paper away, then turned to Merlin "Can I borrow your phone?"

Merlin handed his phone over to Dillon, but the latter frowned the next moment, "He's not answering."

"Who's not answering?"

"Brayden."

Merlin quickly snatched his phone away from Dillon and ended the call, then paused.

"What is it?" Dillon asked in confusion.

"I totally forgot you're Brayden's master which means he's at your beck and call."

"Is that why you took the phone away?"

"Calling such a high and important person like Brayden on his personal number can affect my family." Merlin explained.

Dillon mumbled an 'Oh' before dialing Brayden's number again. This time, the call connected.

It was an unknown number, hence, Brayden called out first hoping it was Dillon, "Young master?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm wondering, can you hold on terminating my scholarship?"

Merlin sighed in exasperation. However, he didn't dare say anything until Dillon was done.

"What are you doing?" He half-shouted. Thankfully, his attitude wasn't something strange as students often screamed out in frustration.

"I, Dillon Grendel, have received nothing other than scorns from people. Now, everyone who humiliated and treated me like an animal will get the same treatment in ten folds."