Years passed, and Silva was now five. He had grown up to be the perfect anime Isekai protagonist—the young genius who learned to walk and talk early and was already reading tons of books.
His parents, though, didn’t let him out of the house much, and the reason was because he was too unusual—his abilities and other stuff.
Not to mention the fact that he didn’t even look like them with his hair color and all that.
All this had slowly made Silva detach from society, but he couldn’t care less; he was happily living his days with the numerous books his dad had bought him.
His level had risen by so much, and so had his skills, though he hadn’t used them for much, but the 10x effect was raising him through the levels easily.
Currently, his stats looked like this:
**Name:** Silva
**Race:** Human (50%), Dark Dragon (50%)
**Legacy:** Dark Dragon Legacy (Awakened)
**Magical Affinities:** Summoning, Darkness, Abyss Magic
**Mana:** 120000
**Exp:** 200/700
**SP:** 5000
**Level:** 7
**Strength:** 40
**Defense:** 30
**Speed:** 50
**Agility:** 50
**Intelligence:** 60
**Free stat points:** 80
**[Skills]**
[-Scale Hardening lv4: Cover yourself in dark dragon scales for five minutes, 200% increase to defense and strength.] x10
[-Dragon Eyes lv4: See energy forms, lasts for five minutes] x10
[Speed Comprehension lv2] x10
**[Magic]**
-Abyss Magic: Gate of Hell, sacrifice your blood to open a powerful gate to consume the souls of your enemies. Effect multiplied by ten.
-Consume: Eat the soul or parts of the soul of any being to gain strength
His strength had grown by leaps and bounds, so much so that he was almost as strong as his father, and he was only five.
The way he knew that he was that strong was through the Dragon Eyes. When it leveled up to lv4, he was able to see the stats of others.
His father was a level 20, specialized in swordsmanship, and had an average stat of 70. He didn’t know if that was impressive or not, but he had seen his father train around the house, and so he knew that his father was quite strong.
About the skill “Consume,” Silva didn’t know how he got it. He simply woke up one day, and the skill was there, and it looked very dreadful.
It looked even more scary after he read the contents: the ability to eat the soul of a being to gain power. That sounded evil and overpowered, but he had come to accept all this because the SSS-Ranked Legacy was the cause.
“I think it is time I start getting some action. I’ll never know why she sent me to this world if I don’t get started.”
Silva left his room, the one that he shared with his brothers. One of his brothers was now nine years old, and the other was six.
Though none of them really talked to Silva all that much. The eldest one was engrossed in training and couldn’t make the time for Silva, and the other one was simply being an ass.
The reason for that was simply because his twin sister had taken a liking to Silva and doted on him to a very abnormal level.
There had been times when Silva had to literally hide to get some alone time. He didn’t hate her company, but there was always a limit to what he could take.
As soon as he stepped out, his sister sprang up from the side and grabbed hold of Silva.
“I’ve been waiting for a while now; Mum and Dad have made a birthday breakfast for you,” she said in a jolly tone.
“Lia, you seem more happy about it than I am,” Silva said.
“Well, that’s because I’ll get to feed you. I’ll make sure you eat a whole lot. And also, I helped Mum out to make some of the food; I am eager for you to try them out,” she said eagerly, pulling him to move.
“I can feed myself, there is no need for you to feed me,” Silva said.
“Not happening; I’ll die of depression if I miss this chance,” she retorted.
‘What does a six-year-old even know about depression?’ Silva thought.
He knew his sister and what she was like, and the fact that she would not allow him to resist until she had her way, so he gave in and walked to the dining room with her.
The whole family was seated there waiting for Silva, the table filled with all sorts of food that they would normally not cook. But since it was his fifth birthday, they had to do it.
His two brothers, Quin, the eldest, and Mike, the second, were seated as well. When Mike saw Lia pulling Silva like that, a frown formed on his face.
Silva noticed the frown; he knew that this issue would escalate one day, but he really didn’t care. He didn’t have the parental love he wanted in his past life because of his parents’ jobs.
Also, he didn’t have siblings, and as such, was alone. But in this world, he had a sister that loved him so much—so much that it was bordering on what was normal and what was not.
Though she wasn’t really his sister even in this world, he had come to accept her and all of them as his family. He just prayed that Mike wouldn’t destroy all that out of anger.
Just like she said, Lia fed Silva despite him wanting to refuse. He didn’t understand why, but even though he was ten times as strong as her, for some reason, he couldn’t fight back.
The scene made his mother and father smile. Quin didn’t care; he still had his emotionless face, but Mike was seething and trying to hide it with food.
After they ate the birthday breakfast, Lia and her mum took the dishes away while the boys remained at the table with their father.
“So now that you are five, what do you want to do? It is at this time that most people start choosing paths that will fit them,” his father asked him.
Silva thought for a moment, then answered him.
