Billionaire Legacy: I Became Overpowered With My Spending System-Chapter 112 - Sirens!

Logan exited the Mercer Headquarters through a back entrance while in full disguise and called a taxi once he got close to the street.

’It’s been a while since I last walked among normal people,’ he thought, eyeing the unassuming crowd around him.

Once he got into the taxi, he stared out of the window the entire ride to the airport, enjoying the ground view he’d missed for several months.

’It really feels different now,’ he thought, smiling.

A few minutes later, the taxi pulled up to the airport.

"Thank you," Logan nodded as he stepped out of the car.

The taxi sped away behind him, while Logan stared at the crowd of people in front of him.

Families chatted about their vacations, businessmen rushed past with anxious looks, and the rich were escorted to their private shuttles in the back.

A smile spread on Logan’s face as he confidently stepped forward through the crowd.

People occasionally stared at him since his current appearance was that of a seasoned mercenary with a few scars here and there.

Time flew by as Logan waited at his gate before boarding a commercial air shuttle to Iceland.

Leaning back in his cramped seat, he stared out the window as other families boarded the shuttle.

’It feels liberating,’ he thought, a small smile on his face.

Watching the other families laugh and travelers complain about legroom made him realize how far removed his life had truly become from the reality for many people.

Hours flew by before the shuttle finally landed at the Keflavík International Airport.

"Next time, I’m booking a better seat," Logan muttered, stretching as he got off the shuttle.

After getting his bags, he stepped out on the snowy roads outside the airport.

He quickly paid for another taxi to take him to Reykjavík.

’This city has been under siege for months,’ he thought, staring at the frozen lands passing by the window.

That was the main reason he’d come here in the first place.

’Countless mercenaries from all over the world fly here daily to fight on the front lines during a siege,’ he thought. ’What better place to blend in and train my actual skills in combat?’

After two hours passed, Logan drove through a completely destroyed town. All buildings had been completely reduced to rubble, even the road they were driving on had large cracks in it.

"Is this all because of the water creatures?" Logan couldn’t help but ask aloud.

His taxi driver, a man in his fifties with an almost completely bald head, looked at Logan through his rearview mirror.

"It used to be a fishing town," he said, voice tired. "A few months ago, that is."

He paused as they passed by a metal signboard from a collapsed supermarket.

"First it was just some low-level creatures that couldn’t really harm someone," the driver let out a bitter chuckle. "And before you know it, multiple high-level ones left the water and wiped out the entire town in one night."

Logan remained silent, glancing back at the town behind them.

The driver looked at him again, speaking up. "You here to help, or hunt?"

"A bit of both," Logan replied, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Good luck," the driver said, his eyes back on the road. "They say the situation has become more unstable lately."

Logan nodded slowly. "Unstable, huh," he muttered, glancing out the window again.

It didn’t take long before he finally got to his destination. One of Iceland’s largest cities, Reykjavík.

"Thank you for the ride," Logan said, smiling as he stood outside the taxi.

"No problem," the driver nodded, handing him his bag. "Do some good work out there, but stay safe."

Logan gave a nod with a warm smile, handing him an additional tip.

As the driver drove away, Logan went to the hotel room he’d hired for a few weeks’ stay.

’I wonder how an actual siege looks,’ he thought, glancing at the busy streets around him.

None of the people seemed particularly worried about the water creatures looming outside their city. Instead, most seemed to be enjoying their day, laughing and chatting with friends, family, coworkers.

This was something that Logan had not expected at all.

’How come these people aren’t worried for their lives?’ he wondered, staring at them strangely. ’If it was me, and the city had been under siege for months, I would certainly not walk around laughing on the streets.’

Shrugging it off, he entered the lobby of a modest hotel he’d booked with his fake identity.

After checking in, Logan dropped his bag and stepped onto the small balcony, eyes scanning the city beneath the dark sky.

’This really doesn’t look like a city under siege,’ he thought.

He turned back inside and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling up the local news broadcast on his wristband.

[Another skirmish took place near the eastern barrier last night,] the anchor said. [Thanks to the quick responses of nearby mercenary groups and mana turrets, no civilian casualties were reported.]

Logan narrowed his eyes slightly.

’They really make it sound like a routine,’ he thought, watching the footage turn into the weather report.

Feeling his stomach rumble, he turned off his hologram and decided to head down for some street street food.

After leaving the hotel, he lined up behind a group of laughing students at a skewer stand. They were about two or three years younger than him, speaking in a completely foreign language.

He smiled faintly as the vendor handed him a skewer wrapped in hot, steaming bread.

"First time trying Icelandic mana beef?" the vendor asked with a grin.

"Something like that," Logan replied, taking a bite.

Just as he sat down to take another bite, a blaring siren filled the sky.

The laughter around him stopped. Instead, it was replaced by annoyance and cursing.

People scattered, the students in front of him already walking across the street toward a reinforced shelter gate.

Logan’s eyes fell on the thin mana barrier spreading over the city.

’There’s another siege,’ he thought, standing up.

In the distance, he saw several dozens of mercenaries leaving hotels and gathering on the streets.

"Let’s see what this is all about," he muttered, taking his glaive out of his space ring.

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