Loser to Legend: Gathering Wives with My Unlimited Money System-Chapter 31: Arrested

The cafeteria hummed with the usual lunchtime chaos—trays clattering, students laughing, the occasional shout of "Hey, pass the synth-sauce!" Xavier sat across from Oliver, mechanically chewing his food while his mind replayed the morning’s extracurricular activities with Cindy.

’100 credit points. Then another 100.’ His wallet was emptier than a politician’s promise, but the memory of her Oral Stimulation Mod humming against his cock made the trade worth every penny.

Oliver wiped his mouth with a napkin, shaking his head. "Dude, I still can’t wrap my head around it. You finished that exam in an hour? And answered all the questions? That’s not just good—that’s insane."

Xavier shrugged, stabbing a piece of synthetic meat. "Your notes were solid. Covered most of it."

Oliver leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Come on, man. You have to have scored above 80, right?"

Xavier’s fork paused mid-air. "Some were logic-based. Not sure."

Oliver waved a hand dismissively. "Doesn’t matter. Just pass one course and you’re golden. Hell, you could probably pass them all if you wanted."

A beat of silence. Then Oliver sighed, leaning back in his chair with the dramatic flair of a Shakespearean actor. "Must be nice. Reading something once and just... knowing it. Like some kind of... I dunno, genius or something."

Xavier’s grip on his fork tightened. I’s that why? His mind flickered to the Fragment of Goddess Astrea, to the way knowledge seemed to stick in his brain like glue. ’Because I’m a prophet’s son?’

Before he could voice the thought—

BAM!

The cafeteria doors burst open. The sudden silence was so thick you could’ve cut it with a knife.

Police officers flooded in, their armored boots pounding against the tile. Students froze mid-bite, trays rattling as the officers fanned out, their visors scanning the crowd.

Oliver’s eyes widened. "What the hell—?" And he looked at Xavier with a knowing look on his face.

Xavier didn’t move. His fingers curled around his fork like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. His pulse was steady, his expression calm. The officers’ gazes locked onto him like targeting lasers.

Oliver’s eyes widened as the officers surrounded Xavier, his tray clattering to the table. "Xavier, did you—did you speed on your bike coming here?"

Xavier didn’t even glance at him, his voice eerily calm. "Don’t remember. But I don’t think a dozen officers would show up for a traffic violation."

The cafeteria doors hissed open again, and the air seemed to freeze. Dominic Hart, the chief cop, strode in like a man who owned the place. His visor scanned the crowd before locking onto Xavier.

"Looking for a student named Xavier," Dominic announced, his voice carrying over the sudden hush.

Every student in the room seemed to recoil, chairs scraping as they put distance between themselves and Xavier. But Oliver didn’t move. He stayed right where he was, his fists clenched on the table.

Dominic approached, his boots clicking against the tile. With a flick of his wrist, a holographic warrant flickered to life above his palm, the blue light casting eerie shadows across the room.

"Xavier," Dominic read, his voice cold. "Under arrest for the r*pe of fellow student Mira Swift. Additionally charged with murder, as the victim committed suicide last night."

The cafeteria erupted.

Oliver’s breath hitched, his eyes locked on Xavier’s face. But Xavier? He didn’t even flinch. His expression was as calm as still water, his posture relaxed.

Dominic snapped cuffs around Xavier’s wrists, the metal clicking shut with finality. Then he hauled him up, dragging him toward the exit. Students scrambled after them, their whispers filling the air like static. Clearly entertaining themselves with the drama.

"Did you see that?"

"No way, he seemed so normal!"

"I knew there was something off about him!"

They spilled out into the academy’s courtyard, where a crowd had already gathered. Oliver pushed through, his voice rising above the murmurs. "Wait! Xavier didn’t do this! It was Lucas and his friends!"

Dominic scoffed, turning to face the crowd. "According to the academy’s statement, Lucas and his friends were suspended before this incident. So it couldn’t have been them."

The crowd erupted into chatter, students exchanging glances.

Then Dominic’s lips curled into a smirk. "But according to our investigation, Lucas and his friends were beating Xavier because they found out he’d r*ped a girl. So really, their suspension should be revoked—they were doing the right thing."

The crowd fell silent.

Of course, it was a lie, but no one stepped in to say that. Dominic had just now countered Oliver’s accusation against Lucas and his friends saying that Lucas and his friends were suspended so it couldn’t be them. But then, Dominic said that Lucas and his friend beat Xavier because Xavier r*ped a fellow student, which happened before their suspension. It clearly didn’t make sense and Dominic’s statement was contradicting himself.

Oliver’s voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd. "Xavier’s being framed! Just ask Mira’s boyfriend—he’ll tell you the truth!"

The students exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. A few voices rose in agreement, and soon, the chant spread like wildfire.

"Bring Kael! Bring Kael!"

Dominic’s jaw tightened, but he nodded to one of his officers. A few minutes later, Kael was dragged forward, his face pale, his eyes darting nervously around the crowd.

Dominic stepped forward, his voice booming. "Kael. Was it Lucas and his friends who r*ped your girlfriend, Mira?"

Kael’s gaze flicked to Xavier, then to Oliver standing beside him. His throat worked as he swallowed hard.

Then, slowly, he opened his mouth.

"No." His voice was barely above a whisper. "It wasn’t them. It was... it was Xavier."

The crowd erupted into gasps.

Xavier didn’t move. He didn’t shout, didn’t rage. He just stared at Kael, his expression eerily calm. But his eyes... his eyes were cold. Disappointed.

The officers moved to drag Xavier away, but he held up a hand. "Wait."

They paused, and Xavier turned to Oliver. He pressed his bike key into Oliver’s palm, his voice low. "Take care of my bike. I’ll be out in a few days." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Oliver’s fingers closed around the key, his expression grim.

Then the officers hauled Xavier toward the waiting AeroVan—a sleek, black transport vehicle hovering just above the ground, its engines humming softly. The side door hissed open, and Xavier was shoved inside, the interior lit with cold, blue lights.

The AeroVan lifted off smoothly, its engines roaring as it ascended toward the Celestial Penitentiary—a massive, floating prison shaped like a jagged asteroid, its surface covered in reinforced steel and glowing force fields. It hung in the sky like a warning, a reminder of the consequences of defiance.

As the AeroVan docked with the prison, Xavier didn’t resist. He didn’t fight.

Because he knew the truth. It was all part of his plan.