They arrived at dawn: five humans in shiny armor, one elf mage, and a priest who looked like he prayed to the wrong god.
I was sunbathing on a rock, belly full, lazily allocating points into Luck because why not.
The leader—a burly swordsman with a Level 92 tag—pointed dramatically.
"Behold! The source of the disturbance! It's… a baby dragon?"
I waved a claw. "Sup."
The elf mage's eyes widened behind her hood. "Its mana reading is… off the charts. It's reading as Level 1 but the output is… divine?"
I stood up, stretched, and spoke in perfect Common (System OP).
"Listen, guys. I just hatched yesterday. I'm not in the mood for heroics. You leave, I leave, everybody lives. Sound good?"
The priest raised his holy staff. "Abomination! The light shall—"
I sighed and flicked a single point into Magic Power.
A black sphere the size of a basketball appeared above my head and imploded, sucking the entire party into a pocket dimension of pure void for exactly 0.8 seconds before spitting them back out unconscious, armor melted into modern art, and weapons turned into pretzels.
[Quest Complete: First Human Interaction – Non-Lethal Edition]
Reward: +5,000,000 Attribute Points, Skill – Language Mastery (All Tongues)
I poked the swordsman with a claw.
"Tell your guild the baby dragon says hi. And maybe invest in therapy."