1 Age 6

"Teacher, I have finished my assignments," Roaln reported with a respectful tone.

"Already?" Tester adjusted his glasses as he flipped through Rolan's papers while his eyes grew wider in shock.

'Such level of intellect…considering his age and prospects.'

Tester felt an internal turmoil as he looked at this young child before sighing.

"Is there something wrong with my work, teacher?"

"No, not at all, in fact, it's perfect but…"

Tester hesitated before continuing.

"Normally I would recommend a boy of your intellect to pursue the path of a scholar and take the imperial examination but considering your background…"

Enlightenment appeared in Rolan's eyes as he understood the dilemma of his teacher.

"There is no need to worry teacher, I plan on eventually taking the imperial examination and I will continue my studies."

Tester's eyes lit up as he nodded while clapping.

"Haha! Your teacher is glad that you have such aspirations."

Tester bed farewell before reminding him about a few things before leaving.

"Master." A sweet and melodious voice was heard after the sound of knocking on the door.

"Come in, Lora."

The door opened and in came an Elf with a beautiful appearance.

Two races were able to compete with the Dragon warlocks in charm and one of them was the Elves.

She had beautiful green pupils and her hair was a lustrous blond.

She was a tree-elf that had been sold to the clan by a slave-trader from a young age.

Her village had been destroyed by orcs and those that had escaped were put into poverty and many made the choice to sell their children in hardship.

Lora was one of those children that had been sold off by her parents.

Rolan had bought her four years ago when he had barely been able to speak but he was mesmerized by her beauty.

Lora was now sixteen and she had only grown to be more beautiful.

Lora was also one of the few servants that worked in this large mansion for various reasons.

"What is it?"

"Clan leader wanted me to remind you to rest well today to ensure you perform to the best of your ability tomorrow."

"Father worries too much, I will only lightly cultivate before going to sleep today so send him a message that he does not have to worry."

"I'm afraid master's definition of lightly cultivating is not what others define it as."

Rolan smiled lightly before responding.

"Tomorrow's competition is extremely important for many reasons. I won't make a silly mistake as training too much, where it will hinder my chances of winning the competition tomorrow."

Lora smiled sweetly before handing Roln a green-drink.

She sat him on her lap as he laid comfortably against her.

"Ah, the tree cinder you make has always been the best Lora."

Tree cinder was a drink local to the elven region and Lora had always made delicious tree cinder's for him since he was young.

The drink also held a slight effect in increasing concentration which made it highly sought by nobles.

Of course, Rolan was insanely rich and gave no care to the cost.

Lora smiled whenever Rolan would compliment her and he loved seeing her smile.

It was an image like no other and he simply felt no words could describe it.

After Lora left, Rolan's eyes drifted towards the beautiful scenery outside.

'It's already been six years since I've come to this world.'

Rolan had died due to an unknown disease and he had suddenly found himself inside the game that he used to play.

The game was called The Era of Legends and it had been one of the most popular virtual-reality games for a long time.

Rolan had been one of the top 0.001% of the player base to reach the legendary-tier.

It was expected that he was quite surprised when he found himself reborn into a game he used to play but he quickly adjusted.

He was a man that should've died and he got a second chance at life so he didn't have much to complain about.

Besides, it seems that the god that put him in this world felt bad about him dying early.

[Status Screen]

Name: Rolan Dread

Titles: Heir to the Dragon Warlocks(+5 Charm), Genius Scholar(+2 Charm)

Age: 6

Bloodline: Dragon(Legendary Grade)(50%), Phoenix(Legendary Grade)(50%)

Elemental Affinity: Fire(100%)

Talent(Innate Abilities): Flame Control(Mid-Tier Mastery), Flight(Locked), Breath(Locked), Draconian Skin(Fledgeling)

Skills: Draconian Meditation Technique(Bloodline Tempering 3rd Stage), Draconian Martial Arts(Novice Mastery), Destruction Sword Art(Peak Mastery), Erudite Eyes(effect varies based on intelligence)

Primary Occupation: Bloodline Warlock

(Author's Note: Bloodline Tempering has ten stages)

Secondary Occupation: Scholar's Apprentice(3rd-Grade)

Attributes:

Strength: 36

Defense: 13

Agility: 18

Vitality: 34

Mana: 130

Magic: 13

Special Attributes:

Intelligence: 16(+1)

Charm: 46(+7)

Fortune: 62

Equipment:

(Unique-Grade)Tester's Apprentice Ring(+1 INT)

Effect(Passive): Increases memory capacity and comprehension

(Epic-Grade)Dragonic Prince(+15 charm)

Effect(Active): Suppresses all bloodlines below Epic. Those with bloodlines below an Epic standard will receive a 15-25% attribute suppression depending on the strength of their bloodline. It only works on those that have bloodlines.

Cooldown: 24 hours

Note: Strongest 6-year-old in the world!

'With these stats, I should have no problem fighting a level four professional. I could probably even hold my own against a level five professional if I went all out.

His status page increased his confidence in the competition tomorrow.

Every ten-years, all clan members would gather to illustrate the strength of the clan and boost the reputation of the various noble youths.

Age and potential were the only conditions to participate to make things fair.

There were three sections,[Junior],[Senior],[Expert].

He met the minimum age requirement to fight in the Junior Section and his father had also given his permission to participate.

The reward for first place in the Junior competition was a [Silver+] Draconian Potion which was a minor tier above the Silver-Grade potions he normally consumed.

Despite being the heir to the dragon clan, he did not have an infinite supply of these potions.

Even Rolan was only allotted 24[Silver-Grade] Draconian Potions monthly due to his position as Prince.

His father also gave him 6 of his own allotted portions monthly which showed how much favor he had been given.

Rolan's father had many sons and daughters, each that competed for his father's affection to gain more of these potions monthly but Rolan did nothing and he was still allotted more than his brothers and sisters.

'I suppose father is aware of the specialty in my bloodline.'

With the [Silver+] potion, he would have the confidence to reach the 4th level in under a month.

Without it, the process would take him at least three months.

The difference between even a minor-tier in items was vast which was why he desired the potion so greatly.

With knowledge of the events to come, Rolan couldn't take it easy.

Especially since he knew in the game that the Dragonic Clan would be annihilated in ten years.

'I need to hurry.'

Rolan was aware of many key locations that could raise his strength immensely but he didn't have the strength to obtain any of those treasures.

Anything less valuable was simply not worth it as he could obtain it within his clan.

With his current strength, if he left the clan without bodyguards, he would be killed in a heartbeat.

Rolan didn't wish to see the Dragonic Clan perish considering it was his new home and his only background to survive in this world.

Although, with the game system Rolan was confident he could excel even without his background. He would rather not forsake the golden tree that he was born under.

He also held a good impression of the clan which raised him.

As for whether he was worried about his chances of winning tomorrow.

A smile crept on Rolan's face as he continued his daily meditation with renewed vigor.