One year has passed, and Reinhardt has transformed from a scrawny orphan into a refined, silver-haired young mastermind. The neighborhood now whispers about the "Prodigy of the Manor"—the mysterious boy who seems to live alone but possesses the wisdom of a king.

  The Year of Justice and Wealth

  Reinhardt didn't forget his past. Using his [Finance - Intermediate] skills and his 10% Apple shares, he made a few phone calls that would have terrified a grown man. He coordinated with the tech company's legal team to launch a full-scale audit on St. Jude's Orphanage.

  The "Dirty Pig" Director never stood a chance. He was dragged out in handcuffs for money laundering and child neglect, blubbering as he was hauled off to a cold cell. Reinhardt, watching from a black sedan around the corner, smirked. He donated ￡200,000 of his investment profits to the orphanage, ensuring the other kids finally had warm beds and real food.

  A Fox's Devotion

  Life at home was even more interesting. Fennekin had grown completely inseparable from him. She wasn't just a pet; she was his shadow. She insisted on doing everything with him—including bath time.

  Whenever Reinhardt stripped off his clothes to jump into the tub, the little fire-fox would turn as red as her own fur, covering her eyes with her paws but peeking through the gaps.

  "Hey, Fenne, you're a Pokémon, why are you blushing?" Reinhardt would laugh, splashing her playfully. She would yip indignantly and jump in with him, soaking her fur and acting like a tiny, pampered princess.

  Dialga's Envy

  In the Dimension, Dialga watched these scenes through the temporal rift, her massive diamond-blue tail twitching. For the first time in an eternity, the Goddess of Time felt a pang of... jealousy.

  Master spends all his time with that little fox, Dia thought, her eyes narrowing as she watched Fennekin curl up on Reinhardt's chest at night. I am a Pillar of Creation! I should be the one receiving head-pats and cuddles! She began researching ways to shrink her form. If a fox could fit in his bed, she was determined to find a way to fit there too.

  The Goddess in the Machine

  But Reinhardt's favorite time of day was his nightly chats with "Wifey." He would lie in bed and tell her stories about "the future" or jokes from his past life.

  "You know, Wifey," Reinhardt whispered one night, "In my old world, people used to say that behind every great man is an even greater woman. I guess that's you, huh?"

  [Hmph! You're finally starting to show some proper respect, Host,] the System replied. Her tone was teasing now, no longer just cold data. [Though, with your 'Lady Killer' title, I'm surprised you haven't tried to flirt with the neighbors yet.]

  "Why would I look at the neighbors when I have a literal Goddess in my head?" Reinhardt countered.

  The screen flickered. [...Smooth-talking brat. Go to sleep before I accidentally delete your 'Coke' supply.]

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  Reinhardt chuckled, seeing the screen glow a faint, warm pink before he drifted off.

  The Milestone: Age 6

  The clock strikes midnight. It has been exactly one year since Reinhardt arrived in this world. The Holy Grail in his soul begins to pulse with a blinding, golden radiance. Its cooldown is over.

  [Ding! The Holy Grail is ready for a True Wish!]

  [Also, Host... you have 52 weeks of saved Gacha pulls. That is 520 pulls waiting for you.]

  Reinhardt sat up, his silver eyes glowing. "Wifey, I've waited a long time for this."

  A full year had passed since Reinhardt traded the cold floors of St. Jude's Orphanage for the plush carpets of his "Prodigy Manor". Now six years old, he sat cross-legged on a bed that definitely didn't feel like it was stuffed with angry rocks anymore. Sunlight filtered through the window of his high-end base, illuminating his signature silver hair that still looked like polished moonlight.

  Deep within his subconscious, the air hummed with Tier-0 energy. Reinhardt stood before the ornate, terrifyingly powerful Holy Grail. This was his ultimate "Undo" button, but today, he wasn't undoing a mistake—he was rewriting his future.

  "I wish for an identity," Reinhardt murmured, his voice echoing in the golden void of his mind. "I want to be the heir to one of the oldest, wealthiest, and most politically powerful families the Wizarding World has ever seen."

  The Grail hummed, a vibration of pure cosmic power that solidified his place in the tapestry of magic.

  The Digital Tsundere Returns

  Reinhardt opened his eyes back in his room and smirked. "Hey, Wifey... you think the Grail actually listened, or did I just talk to a very expensive cup for nothing?".

  [Host...] the System's voice echoed, sounding suspiciously like a digital sigh. [The 'Rules' were followed. Check your status panel. It was updated while you were busy daydreaming about being a prince.]

  "Aww, Wifey, you care for me so much," Reinhardt cooed, leaning back against his headboard. "I'm genuinely touched. Tell you what—one day, I'm going to find where your physical form is hidden in the 'Realm Beyond' and spoil you rotten.".

  The blue screen in his vision flickered a violent shade of crimson.

  [D-D-Don't say such embarrassing things!] the text stammered as the "Wifey" matrix practically short-circuited. [Respect yourself, Host! I am a high-level digital entity, not a... a... gift shop!]

  Reinhardt chuckled, watching the "Wifey" icon tuck a digital strand of hair behind her ear in a fit of mischief and embarrassment. He tapped the air to bring up his updated vitals.

  Status Panel

  Attribute Details

  Host:Reinhardt Sylveron

  Age:6

  Title:[Reborn], [Lady Killer], [Heir to House Sylveron]

  Magic Level:Beginner

  (Path:beginner> Intermediate > High > Aurora > Elite Aurora > Mage > Grandmage > Demi-God > God)

  Talent:Perfect Mind (Passive)

  Skills

  Cooking (Beginner), Baking (Intermediate), Finance (Beginner), Medical (Beginner)

  Gacha Pulls:510

  Storage:10% Apple Tech Shares, 400 Galleons, ￡35,000.....

  Pets/Wives

  Fennekin (Intermediate), Dialga (God)

  The "Wife" Clause

  Reinhardt paused, his eyes narrowing at the last category. "Hey, Wifey? Why exactly is 'Wife' listed next to 'Pets'? And why are my legendary dragon and fire-fox under it?".

  The System remained dead silent.

  "Oh, I see how it is," Reinhardt teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Are you making a collection for me? Is this your way of saying you want sisters?".

  The HUD turned a shade of pink so bright it almost blinded him.

  "Don't worry, Wifey," Reinhardt added with a wink. "You're my first wifey. Everyone else comes after you.".

  [SHUT UP!] the System screamed in text-only caps. [Do you want to see the House information or not?!]

  "Show me the goods," he laughed.

  House Sylveron Information:

  Status: The oldest family in the Wizarding World. Influence: Holds massive political power and seats on the Wizengamot. * Wealth: Ranked as one of the wealthiest families in existence, far surpassing the likes of the Malfoys.

  Reinhardt nodded, satisfied. He had the money, he had the legendary dragon sleeping in the basement, and now he had the name.

  "510 pulls and a new name," Reinhardt whispered, looking at the "Prodigy Manor" around him. "The 1980s are about to get very interesting."