From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 311

hapter 311 Could That Guy Be Leander?

“Excuse me… wait a minute!”

Ethan’s voice came from behind, and before Leander could react, he had already arrived at his side.

“Is there something you need?” Leander paused and turned slightly. Even seeing his long–lost younger brother, his face remained calm, unreadable.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he studied Leander. The closer he got to Leander, the stronger the feeling of familiarity grew.

“Have we… met somewhere before?” he asked after a moment, trying to place him, but failing to recall any clear memory.

“I think you’re mistaken,” Leander said lightly, shaking his head with a faint smile. “I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“Really?” Ethan frowned. He trusted his instincts, yet Leander’s casual demeanor confused him. “Could it be… I’m imagining things?” he murmured to himself.

Lost in thought for a moment, he snapped back to reality only to see Leander already climbing the dorm stairs, paying him no mind.

Ethan’s gaze lingered on Leander’s retreating figure. Even if they had met before, why should he care about some ordinary guy without martial prowess? He finally shook his head and turned away.

On the sixth floor, Leander’s eyes flickered as he instinctively touched his chest. That spot- once where Gareth had stripped him of his martial power–now sent a memory spike through him.

Earlier, from observing Ethan, he had sensed something unusual: two martial powers running through his younger brother, unlike ordinary men.

“So that’s it… Gareth removed my martial power and grafted it onto Ethan.”

Leander’s fists clenched slowly. He couldn’t understand why the Ashcrofts treated him and Ethan so differently. They were both legitimate heirs of the Ashcroft family. His own talent had surpassed Ethan’s; his cultivation had always been stronger. Yet he had been cast aside, stripped of his martial power, and thrown out of the family. Ethan, who was weaker, had been granted the martial power, rising to become the family’s one true prodigy.

He stood in silence for a long while, then withdrew his gaze. His emotions calmed down.

Even without his martial power, he had forged his own path with sheer will and talent. A couple of martial powers were nothing to brag about. Give Ethan three or five more, and the strongest of the young generation would still be him–Jeff Ashcroft.

At Room 606, Leander knocked on the door.

“Yes?” a voice called from inside. A tall, thin, bookish–looking young man with thick black glasses turned to look at him. “Looking for someone?”

“No, I stay here,” Leander said with a smile. It seemed that this young man would be one of his future roommates.

Two figures immediately jumped from their beds, clad only in boxers. One was broad- shouldered with eight–pack abs, standing nearly six foot three, his honest–looking face giving off a friendly vibe. The other, flashy and stylish with bright blond hair, wore a Rolex and designer underwear from Enatria. It was obvious he came from a wealthy family.

“Whoa! The last legend of our dorm has arrived!” the three exclaimed in unison, their curiosity piqued.

“Nice to meet you guys,” Leander greeted, moving to claim his bed.

“Come on, buddy, we’ll help you settle in!”

“Huh?”

His pupils contracted sharply, his hand clutching his chest. A searing pain shot through him, twisting his expression. He collapsed onto the grass, the pain unrelenting, like something inside him was being ripped away.

“What’s happening?”

He focused inward, trying to steady his inner energy. His eyes widened in shock.

“Is that… Leander’s martial power?”

Though young at the time, he remembered clearly where his father Gareth had implanted the martial power in him. Only later had he realized that the extra martial power belonged to his elder brother, Leander.

The dual martial powers had once more than doubled his cultivation speed, allowing him to rise as the hottest young prodigy in the martial world. He had wielded them freely, without a hint of anomaly–until now.

Now, the martial power boiled within him, disrupting his inner energy, threatening to sever itself from his body entirely.

“What… what’s going on?”

He forced his inner strength to suppress the pain. Slowly, the torment eased. He frowned in thought; then, realization struck him like lightning. His eyes went wide as he recalled the young man he had just met in the dorm. His face drained of color.

“Could that guy be Leander?”