Ancient Dragon in Arknights

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Summary:

"Name?"

"Nesario".

"age?"

"Twenty-two years old."

"Race?"

“Vaivan”.

"Are you sure?" (What?! Vayvan's heart is like fire?!)

"determine."

"Um... what position do you plan to take?"

"Tachi."

"Excuse me, what position does 'Tachi' refer to?"

"Huh? You don't have a katana? Dual swords will do."

"...I heard you graduated from the Royal Guard Academy of Victoria, is that right? How about giving it a try?"

"Alright, then let's go with the Guards."

Saria has a younger brother, and even someone as hard as a diamond like her gets a headache just thinking about him. This kid is a good-for-nothing who flirts with girls all day long and constantly asks her for money. Rhine Lab isn't her personal property!

I heard he made a fortune in Lentinium and even started refusing to go home. For such a rebellious younger brother, only a firm hand can teach him a lesson.

(This is the story of a Vyvan who evolves on the continent of Terra and eventually grows into an Elder Dragon.)

Prologue

Colombian cities each possess distinct characteristics, which is inseparable from their diverse ethnic composition; due to the damage to Victoria's national strength caused by the War of the Four Emperors, this northwestern colony finally escaped the clutches of the lion.

Youth does not equate to weakness. Colombia, which had only recently gained independence, began to develop rapidly, aiming to catch up with the countries that had long held sway on the continent.

The Four Emperors War stirred up a storm on the continent of Terra, and Columbia found the right approach during this special period—arms sales, profit transfers, and the division of spoils of war... Columbia's rapid expansion led it into the famous "Modern Era," characterized by extravagance and decadence.

Soon, the enormous wealth and the somewhat inadequate defense forces brought problems.

The invasion of the Victorian borderlands, and the decades-long series of small-scale wars... Columbia quickly began a massive land reclamation effort. Countless workers rushed into the wilderness, bringing back chest after chest of pure Originium with their hammers and nails; building magnificent mobile cities one after another. Columbia's prosperity and advancement thus took off.

Despite Colombia's prosperity, many problems remain, one of which is the population issue resulting from its multi-ethnic composition—racial exclusion, ethical and moral conflicts between different races, and an excessive number of abandoned children and orphans...

Ticalondo, South Canadore, Colombia

Gray clouds blanketed the earth like a giant net. The gloomy sky seemed poised to collapse at any moment—in fact, a light drizzle had already begun to fall.

In a rather secluded alley, a cardboard box was lined with towels, and a piercing baby's cry was coming from inside the box.

"Wow-wow-wow-"

Its head has a few silvery-white hairs, and two small, pointed horns grow from its sides; a thin tail extends slowly from its waist—judging from its racial characteristics, this child is a Vyvan.

The Vaiva are a powerful race, their physical strength comparable to that of the Fantasy race, allowing them to survive and thrive in the savage wilderness of Sargon. However, one problem severely limits the Vaiva's development: their extremely low birth rate.

It is usually several years before a Waiva couple has the opportunity to conceive a child, and that is considered a relatively lucky situation. Therefore, the abandonment of Waiva babies is indeed a rare occurrence.

In the world of abandoned babies, this child is considered lucky; at least his parents didn't simply dispose of him.

But if no one comes to rescue him, the falling rain will kill him; a young child cannot survive in damp and cold conditions.

Plop—Black leather shoes splashed mud as they stepped into the puddle, and a tall figure stood in front of the abandoned baby. It was an adult male named Vaiva.

He looked at the abandoned baby in front of him without much emotional fluctuation. He showed neither pity for the poor life nor annoyance at the baby's cries. He was as calm as a dead well.

“Mr. Senat…we are deeply sorry that things have come to this. But…please come to the hospital; your daughter needs you.”

The communication terminal in the man's hand was flashing, and the information it contained did not indicate good news.

Not long ago, Senat's daughter was born, and he became a father—but his wife left him forever.

It's hard to imagine that the physically strong Vayvan would experience a difficult childbirth, considering that this race is known for its exceptional physical strength.

But there are always exceptions. In Katars there are incredibly brave warriors, and in Ursus there are cowardly rats. In Vairvan there are also frail and sickly women.

This dramatic change made the already stubborn and aloof Senat even more extreme. It's hard to imagine how he will live his life from now on, since only his wife has been able to tolerate him from beginning to end.

His overly stubborn personality made him difficult to get along with; everyone thought he was extremely cold and a complete pragmatist. In reality, Senat simply believed that venting emotions was meaningless, and he generally chose to take practical action rather than engage in pointless emotional outbursts.

Only his overly gentle and tolerant wife saw through his "mask".

What would you do in that situation?

The drizzling raindrops gradually grew larger, as if urging Senat to make a decision.

'Honey! There's a poor child here, oh—he's so pitiful. Let's help him!'

His wife's voice came from beside him—as if she had never left, but that wasn't real. It was the absolute familiarity he felt from her long companionship; he could see her expression and hear her voice simply by imagining it.

Senatet stepped forward, picked up the cardboard box, and made his choice—to adopt the child.

His wife would definitely make this choice, so he would follow her wishes.

Besides, he can't protect his daughter forever in the future, so it's always better for the two of them to be together than for her to be all alone.

Chapter One: Two Little Dragons

Colombia values ​​science and technology, and its scientific community boasts a diverse array of advanced technologies, fostering a strong culture of inquiry throughout the country.

Even the unpredictable Originium Arts are just one of many disciplines in Colombia. In other countries, Originium Arts are called "magic" or "witchcraft." This is seen as extremely ignorant and foolish by Colombia, which explains everything with science.

Even the legendary gods and giant beasts, Columbia did not believe in their existence; gods were merely things incomprehensible to barbarians.

But Nezario, who grew up in Colombia, has a different view—God exists, He is not observed by people, but He definitely exists!

Otherwise, there would be no way to explain everything that happened to him.

Nesario grew up in Ticalondo, a small border town in the state of South Canadore, Colombia. His father was a middle-aged man named Senate, whose wife had passed away before Nesario could remember. He also had an older sister named Celia.

So he appears to be just an ordinary Vaiva child, but in addition to that, he also has the identity of a "time traveler".

From the time he could remember, his mind gradually accumulated many memories that were not his own; it was a world completely different from Terra, where people had neither horns nor tails.

It was a world called Earth, and in this world, "Nesario" lived an ordinary yet interesting life.

Many new and unfamiliar things flashed through the minds of young Vayvan children, and this burden caused Nesario to fall ill frequently as a child, which was extremely rare for the powerful Vayvan.

Fortunately, as he grew older, Neltharion gradually digested the vast amount of memories, and he now fully accepted his state of "soul fusion." In his understanding, was this a "past life memory" or a "failed possession"?

All the hardships of his childhood were worthwhile. Now, Neltharion is no longer a child because of his precocious soul. He possesses mature judgment and self-control, and his mind is filled with many brilliant ideas that have never appeared in Terra.

If Nesario were to display even a fraction of these talents, the title of "prodigy" would undoubtedly belong to him.

Of course—mature adults know that being in the eye of the storm is never a good thing. So Nesario's growth trajectory remained unchanged; he planned to be patient and wait until he was able to live independently.

"Nesario—let's go home."

"Okay, let's go, sister."

As the school bell rang, a multitude of little kids poured out of the school. A beautifully sculpted little girl approached Neltharion, her large amber eyes blinking, her short, silver-white hair wrapped in four black-orange gradient horns. Ah—what a beautiful little dragon girl!

She is Nesario's older sister, Seria. She is currently ten years old and attends the Early Childhood Education Department in Tikkarundo; incidentally, Nesario is nine years old this year.

However, Saria doesn't seem to have the awareness of being an older sister; her expression is timid, and she looks cute and cuddly.

Nesario really liked this lovely older sister.

More importantly—he recognized the name Saria.

There are memories of Saria from that time on Earth; she seems to be a character from a game, but Nesario knows very little about that game.

'In my memory, Saria was a super tough girl who looked intimidating... How come she looked like this when she was little?'

Nesario turned around and saw Saria with her head down, gripping the shoulder straps of her backpack with both hands, looking preoccupied.

"Sister... what's wrong?"

"Nesario...it's nothing, I was just thinking about the problems the teacher assigned."

Hearing her brother's call, Saria forced a smile, but it quickly faded. An ordinary child would probably have been fooled easily.

But this tactic doesn't work on Nesario.

It's worth noting that both Saria and Nesario were top students in their class. Their grades were excellent; Nesario's success stemmed from his precocious maturity, while Saria's was a combination of talent and relentless effort.

With her academic ability, she would not be troubled by so-called assignments, let alone be depressed.

'Could this be bullying?'

This was Nesario's first thought.

Schools are not as complex as society, and the conflicts and relationships between students are very simple, let alone elementary school students whose minds have not yet matured.

However, bullying occurs across all age groups, and considering Saria's timid personality and beautiful appearance...

Sigh... Do women have this damn jealousy from a young age?

Nesario thought he had seen through the truth and was considering how to handle the situation.

Reporting it to the teacher is probably useless; many teachers are too lazy to care about such things. As for telling the parents... well, Saria and Nesario's father is even less likely to care. That man is very tough and would probably blame the children's suffering on their own inability to protect themselves.

'As expected, I still have to rely on myself.'

Nesario decides to use his own strength to help Saria.

Primary school students don't have much academic pressure, and school holidays only start around 3 p.m.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street at this moment. Office workers hadn't finished their shifts yet, and restaurants weren't in their peak hours. Students were gradually heading home from school, and couples were out shopping and sightseeing.

The two siblings took a bus for four stops before arriving at their home—a small attic house far from the city center.

Colombia has a very prosperous economy, but most of the wealth is controlled by various groups and conglomerates, resulting in a huge gap between the rich and the poor.