Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 3: Something Is Wrong Here

“Thank god!”

A sudden scream of excitement sounded from the study room, causing the maid standing at attention outside to jolt in fright.

As if a brave warrior who had found a ray of hope in the midst of despair, the little boy inside the study room stared at the System Interface in front of him with his eyes widened expectantly.

【Ding! 【System initialized.】 【Welcome to the House Resurgence System!】

It’s here! It really is what I think it is!

Roel looked at the three words ‘House Resurgence System’ with his eyes brimming with tears of relief.

As expected of his System, it was tailored right down to his needs!

He was still thinking that there was no way to save the Ascart House when his System delivered what he needed right into his hands. With such a System on his side, what did he have to fear?

Let me see what there is on the System!

【World scanning completed. Host scanning completed. Installation of Affection Point Exchange Shop completed. Installation of Gold Coin Shop completed. User Interface created.】

【Name: Roel Ascart Gender: Male Age: 9 Bloodline: Iron Epithet: - Tier: F- (Magician Apprentice) Spells: Minor Heatwave, Phantom Hands (Defective)】

“...”

I never knew that there’s still a F- beneath F…

Roel stared at his User Interface back and forth twice. In the end, he could only sigh deeply and admit to the fact that he was indeed a weakling.

A Magician Apprentice when he was already 9-year-old? Who in the world would believe that his father was the Chief Magician of the Holy Knight Order?!

The little boy clutched his forehead as he lamented the lackadaisical life he had lived prior to recalling his memories. Shaking his head, he decided to try out his two spells first.

Minor Heatwave allowed him to produce a slight gust of warmer wind, creating an effect reminiscent of a hairdryer. As for Phantom Hands, it was a spell that granted one the ability of telekinesis. As for why there was the additional tag of (Defective) behind it…

“…”

Roel looked at the invisible hand floating before him, which had nothing but

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