【On May 29, 1453, of the Era of Oblivion, you are reborn in the world of Tiamat where sorcery is forbidden, as the lord of the independent barony of Minhausen】

【You are observed by a strange gaze, activating the hidden Class—You became a Universal Sorcerer】

On his coming-of-age ceremony, Roland Galaxia inherited the title of nobility following his father's death.

He, reincarnated from 21st century to a world as an infant, found his past reawakened along with the system as he reached adulthood.

Roland quickly adapted to his new identity.

Facing the text in the void, he showed a polite yet irked smile.

In a world where sorcery is forbidden, he could still become a sorcerer—could anything be more absurd?

It's well known that one's Class is fixed, and in this world people became knights, warriors, archers, thieves, ranger, priests, druids, demon hunters...And yet, Roland found himself bewilderingly a sorcerer.

Setting down his water cup, he silently filed a complaint.

"There shouldn't even be a sorcerer class in a sorcery-banned world; this is clearly a bug. I demand an appeal, and if time reversal isn't possible, at least some compensation!"

【Appeal accepted, verification confirms not a bug, time reversal failed】

【Compensation mechanism activated, you receive four points to freely distribute, please choose carefully】

Despite the less-than-ideal compensation, Roland accepted it. The text floated, and the basic attribute panel appeared.

Strength: 6

Stamina: 6

Spirit: 6

Agility: 6

Charm: 6

Luck: 6

Truly a hexagon warrior: he had everything one needs, but not in abundance. Contemplating the bankrupt version of the hexagon warrior panel, Roland ponders.

Attribute points must be focused.

Strength and stamina are closely tied to combat classes (warrior, knight, archer), so they're out. Agility is for sneaky jobs (ranger/rogue/assassin), skipped.  He hasn’t learnt any sorcery yet, so spirit excluded. That leaves charm and luck. Charm can be compensated for externally, such as handsome looks ( which he obviously has), immense wealth , and prestigious status; using points on charm is a waste.

Only one answer remains. Luck!

After tapping in the void a few times, his luck turned into 10 points. Upon confirming, new text appeared in the void.

【Your base attribute luck has reached the limit. Achievement unlocked: 「You're a Bit Too Extreme」. Rewarded with one hundred divine gold coins.】

The system explains and fell silent. Simply put, divine gold coins were a special currency similar to diamonds, crystals, or gems. Though the marketplace entrance remains elusive, these coins were surely useful.

Strolling to the window, Roland looked over his domain from the third floor of the castle, his mood gradually calming.

The Baronial lands of Minhausen had no rich mines or fertile lands, only a poor valley surrounded by mountains and forests and three thousand villagers, heartbreakingly impoverished.

The domain had but one junior official, no diplomats, and a mere thirteen soldiers with old leather armor and weapons of spears, sticks, and shovels.

This was hardly a barony, but rather a village. Faced with a dire start, Roland chose an unconventional path, declaring war on eleven forces right after inheriting his title.

"Baron Minhausen declares war on Viscount Bloom!"

"Baron Minhausen declares war on Count Gruel!"

"Baron Minhausen declares war on the Salsen Kingdom!"

"Baron Minhausen declares war on the Forest Brotherhood!"

"Baron Minhausen declares war on the Church of Light!"

...

He was not mad; this is a well-considered decision after studying the world's rules.

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According to divine law, one may declare war on any force with a just cause. War outcomes are judged as total victory, major victory, minor victory, draw, minor defeat, major defeat, or catastrophic defeat.

In a catastrophic defeat, one must comply with the opponent's demands. A draw is a draw, and other outcomes may require the loser to sign a humiliating treaty.

Any force could easily crush Baron Minhausen, making defeat inevitable. But this was exactly what Roland wanted, as any attack from enemies would only improve his situation: by tradition, a lord who avoids death in battle retains his title and will be reassigned lands.

Roland's adversaries possess wealthy baronies, so any reassignment would be a net gain, considering places poorer than Minhausen are rare.

He was cunning, but everyone was, and till now no one bothered to react to his war declaration.

If the stalemate lasted three months, the farcical war would end in a draw, preventing warfare between the participants for five years.

Roland's plan was sound, but unfortunately, it had been done before. A former Baron Minhausen had used this strategy to escape; Roland's unlucky father was reassigned from the prosperous commercial city of Lanza to here, then was schemed out of the empire, effectively exiled.

The amount of interest exchange and plotting behind these events is known to few. Roland understood this, as did his father. Unable to cope with the drastic downfall, his father soon died of illness.

Roland waited in vain for an enemy. With nothing better to do, he ventureed out of the castle to survey his lands.

Without inspection, he might have remained ignorant, but the reality cooled his heart further. This godforsaken place was so bleak that not only humans but even dogs would flee. Just a bit of slack on a dog's leash, and it would rather starve in the wilderness than endure here.

He felt no attachment here, and he wished to run away as well. But there's nowhere to go. Here, at least, he's a lord; outside his domain, he's nothing. Although impoverished, the Minhausen Barony still housed over three thousand villagers.

Roland greeted every farmer he meets during his inspections with a genuinely warm smile. These people were his subordinates!

The dirt-covered farmers, shocked by the attention, stutter their greetings to their lord.

Within two days, the entire barony knew.

"The new lord is very kind!"

"Lord Baron is quite a good man!"

On the third day, while idly sunbathing, Roland's peripheral vision caught a merchant caravan and several merchants approaching, instantly on alert.

Merchants are here only for profit; what could this desolate place offer to attract them? Could they be eyeing the robust labor within the lands?

As he scrutinized the approaching caravan with wary eyes, the leading rotund merchant used just one sentence to welcome his smile.

"Lord Baron, my name is Grandet, a humble merchant from the Free City of Fran. I have some special goods for sale, would you mind taking a look?"

Special goods?

Roland realized, the fat guy was a divine gold coin merchant.

Roland invited the merchant into the castle. Over a cup of tea and several polite exchanges, he took the white booklet handed respectfully by the merchant and browsed the product list.

"Lake Sword, used by a certain paladin, fifty thousand divine gold coins!"

 "Golden Sword, the personal weapon of Conqueror Locke, one hundred and fifty thousand divine gold coins!"

... All fine items, but a bit pricey.

Roland closed the booklet and bluntly asks, "I only have a hundred gold coins, got anything I can afford?"

The merchant lowered his voice, mysteriously suggesting, "How about a few maids? We have all kinds of maids."

After looking around to ensure privacy, he pulled a black booklet from his pocket and hands it to Roland.

Demand createed the market. Though slave trading was a barbaric act officially banned, it persisted. 

Roland's heartbeat accelerated. Maids?

He eagerly opened the list, scanning the prices, his smile freezing. 

The “special goods” were hardly affordable. The first few pages list top-tier maids worth thousands, even tens of thousands of gold coins, only the last few pages offering maids priced under 100 coins.

Roland tallies his coins, ultimately choosing three maids priced at 25, 35, and 39 gold coins, respectively. One coin was left unspent, but this was so far the best solution.

The merchant noted Roland's choices, leaving with a cheerful grin.

Two days later, he returned, bringing three maids.

Granni, a barbarian girl from the northern wilderness, with wheat-colored skin, red hair, and a taller stature than the burly Roland, looked like a supermodel but could carry thousands of pounds of lumber around the castle.

Roland, knowing how to utilize talents, assigned her to security.

Julie, of unknown origin, was good-looking and skilled in domestic duties and cooking. Roland assigned her to manage the household.

Lana, also of unknown origin, exceled in communication, fluent in Elvish among four languages. Roland made her the steward.

Roland was very pleased with the deal.

Slavery was legally abolished across the continent, allowing only work contracts with them. By law, maids could regain freedom after creating value three times their price, but freedom is guaranteed only theoretically.

After signing the contract, the maids left, leaving Roland and Grandet alone.

The transaction was successful, and Roland was in a good mood. He took out the tequila, which was not much left, from the cupboard and invited the merchant to share it.

As the two were enjoying their drinks, the system prompted again.

【You've spent ninety-nine gold coins, leaving only one. Achievement unlocked:「OCD」】

【Make a choice: Do you want to use this last gold coin for a lottery chance?】

'Swap!' Even a worthless prize is better than dust.

Only he could see the lottery interface flickering continuously.

Roland had no expectations and didn't even bother to look, continuing to chat with Grandet. He never believed in miracles.

Busy boasting, he didn't notice the lottery interface turning into a dazzling gold.

【Lottery complete, you've obtained 「A mysterious elf girl」】

'Pfft! What just happened?'

A mouthful of old liquor sprayed out from Roland's mouth, and he was shocked.

'An elf girl?'

Elves live deep in the forests, rarely interacting with other races. Elf men and women are good-looking, with outstanding abilities and long lives, making them treasures that can be passed down through generations.

This also makes the price of elf slaves outrageously high. Just now, when flipping through the cards, he saw that the highest-priced elf girl was over ten thousand, and the lowest was also over a thousand.

'Is this the power of the attribute luck?'

Roland, delighted, finished his drink and personally saw Grandet to the castle gate.

Staggering back to the castle, Roland's lips curved in a reckless smile.

'Picking up an elf to be a slave? I must be drunk to dream so boldly.'"