Although the entrance examination was the next day, tonight Logan had a meeting with someone—Cecilia. It would be nice to deepen his relationship with her, even if only briefly.

With that in mind, Logan spent the rest of the day training and consolidating his strength, gradually getting used to the drastic increase in his origin rank.

He practiced his spatial telekinesis and coin toss origin technique until the movements felt completely natural, his enhanced body responding with newfound power and precision.

As evening approached, the sky outside slowly deepened into shades of orange and purple. Logan glanced at the clock, then at his reflection one last time.

His light white hair was neatly combed back, and his deep blue eyes reflected a calm confidence.

Satisfied, he changed into a simple but sharp black outfit that accentuated his taller, more sculpted frame.

He stepped out of his apartment just as the first stars began appearing in the sky. The cool evening breeze brushed against his skin as he made his way toward the agreed meeting spot—a quiet, upscale café not far from the underground fight arena.

The moment he arrived, he glanced around, before his gaze landed on a slender, graceful figure, Cecilia was already waiting.

She stood gracefully near the entrance, her presence drawing a few subtle glances from passersby.

She was akin to a living flame in the evening light. The short, tight red gown she wore clung to her body like a second skin, hugging every seductive curve — from her full, perky breasts and narrow waist down to her shapely hips and toned thighs.

The dress ended high on her smooth legs, revealing plenty of skin and leaving little to the imagination.

A deep V-neckline teasingly displayed her cleavage, while the fabric shimmered slightly with her every subtle movement.

Her neatly trimmed short dark brown hair framed her face perfectly, accentuating her high cheekbones and delicate jawline.

Light freckles dusted across her nose and cheeks only added to her charm, giving her stunning beauty a touch of playful innocence that contrasted sharply with the provocative way she carried herself.

The moment logan arrived, he calmly walked up to her.

Evelyn glanced at him and furrowed her brows slightly, wondering why the young man was approaching her.

Although he could be considered extraordinarly handsome, she had other important matters to attend to.

Internally she was also wondering if her outfit was perfect for the ’date’

’Can it even be considered a date?’ Cecilia bit her Legion would think of her dressing.

The handsome young man continued approaching her.

When he reached in front of her, he extended a hand lightly, "it’s nice to meet you, Miss Cecilia, I’m Legion."

Legion...

Cecilia felt as though she had been struck by a bolt of lightning!

Her eyes widened subconciously as she glanced at the charming, extraordinarily handsome man in front of her.

This was... legion?

Legion was this handsome?

Her mouth fell open in a daze as she stared at him.

Logan took her hand and gave her a light kiss on her fair, slender hand.

Instantly, Cecilia’s face lit up, her body quickly turning red. Her face turned crimson in embarrassment at the mortifying situation, not expecting legion to so suddenly kiss her hand like that.

"Uh... legion... it’s nice to meet you." She hesitantly withdrew her hand from legion’s grasp.

"Feel free to call me, Logan, that’s my name. Logan Weaver."

"Oh, Logan." Cecilia mumbled the name in a daze and nodded.

"Shall we?" I stretched my hand and gestured for her to enter into the cafe.

With that we both stepped into the luxurious cafe.

With that, they both stepped into the luxurious café. Soft golden lighting bathed the interior, casting a warm and intimate glow over polished wooden tables and comfortable velvet seats.

Crystal chandeliers hung elegantly from the ceiling, while gentle jazz music played softly in the background.

A few other patrons occupied the space — a middle-aged couple quietly conversing in one corner, two young ladies chatting and laughing over desserts near the window, and a lone gentleman sipping wine while reading a book.

Logan led Cecilia to a private table beside a large glass window overlooking the evening street.

He pulled out her chair like a gentleman before taking his own seat across from her.

Cecilia’s heart was still fluttering wildly. The moment he kissed the back of her hand outside, her mind had gone completely blank.

Even now, sitting so close to him, she could feel the heat lingering on her cheeks.

’This is really Legion...’ she thought, stealing glances at his sharp jawline, light white hair, and those deep, mesmerizing dark blue eyes.

A waitress soon came to take their orders. Once she left, Logan leaned back slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.

"So," he began casually, "how does it feel knowing the mysterious Legion is just a regular guy?"

Cecilia let out a soft, embarrassed laugh, covering her mouth lightly with her fingers. "I... I honestly didn’t expect this. You’re nothing like what I imagined. I thought you’d be some cold, battle-hardened fighter."

Logan chuckled lightly, the sound low and pleasant. "Disappointed?"

"Not at all," she replied quickly, then realized how eager she sounded and looked down at her hands, her heart skipping another beat. The freckles on her cheeks seemed even more noticeable as a fresh blush crept up.

They talked about light topics — Logan partaking in the upcoming entrance examination, funny stories from the underground arena, and even her thoughts about the academy.

Logan was surprisingly easy to talk to. His calm confidence and occasional dry humor made Cecilia relax little by little.

At one point, when Logan teasingly commented on how her red dress was "dangerously effective," Cecilia burst into a soft, melodic laugh, her eyes sparkling under the warm lights.

"You really know how to make a girl nervous, Logan Weaver," she said, shaking her head with a shy smile.

Logan’s dark blue eyes met hers across the table, holding her gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

Cecilia felt her heartbeat quicken again. For a brief second, the rest of the café seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this gentle, glowing atmosphere.

The night continued with easy conversation and light laughter.

For the first time in a while, Logan felt a rare sense of calm, while Cecilia’s heart kept fluttering every time their eyes met — a feeling she didn’t quite want to end.

After their meal, Logan paid the bill despite her mild protest and stood up first. He extended his hand toward her.

"Shall we?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

Cecilia placed her hand in his without hesitation. The moment their skin touched, another wave of warmth rushed through her chest.

As they stepped out of the café, the cool night breeze greeted them, gently swaying the hem of her tight red dress.

The streets were now illuminated by soft street lamps, giving the surroundings a romantic, almost dreamlike atmosphere. A few pedestrians walked by, some stealing glances at the striking pair.

Logan didn’t release her hand. Instead, he walked beside her at a comfortable pace, escorting her like a true gentleman.

"I had a good time tonight," Cecilia said softly, glancing up at him. "Thank you, Logan."

"So did I," he replied, giving her hand a light squeeze. "We should do this again after the entrance examination."

Cecilia’s heart skipped another beat. She nodded, trying to hide her excitement.

Instead of heading back toward the residential area, Logan gently guided her down a quieter street.

The distant neon lights of the underground district slowly came into view as he led her back home.

There was no need to rush things with her. Logan could already tell she had fallen for him after all that had transpired today.