Chapter 6: Ch 6: Stealing an Auction House- Part 1
Fenrir sat in his training room, cross-legged on the padded floor, eyes narrowed as his screen reflected a swarm of articles, comment threads, and gossip columns.
The mess caused by the Gorilla-man's crash had snowballed far too quickly.
And now, his name was trending—for all the wrong reasons.
"A Rich Family's Useless Heir Starts a Brawl!" "Is the Young Master Unstable?" "Should Power Like This Be Restricted?"
He felt it again—that sharp pressure inside his chest. Not anxiety. Not fear. It was fury, cold and dangerous, threatening to burn through his control.
His fingers twitched, mana gathering around them like heat radiating off sun-scorched stone.
But then... Fenrir exhaled.
Long. Slow.
'Wait. This is what they want.'
Whoever was orchestrating this chaos had done it not just to defame him—but to provoke him. To make him lash out recklessly, confirm the image they were painting.
A reckless, dangerous young heir.