Ok so first, Karna's Parameters. Yeah I took the best parts of Karna as Ritsuka's and Jinako's servants. As for why and Three Burning Gods...well, I like big ratings. My inner "make everything OP" voice is very pleased with these stats.

As for my in universe reason as to why Karna's stats are so jacked up, one is because of the absolute state Runeterra is in. Magic and Mystery is everywhere so its like if we walked on the moon, a lot less stress, word threats are lined up like a packed gorcery store line. If Runeterra had an equivalent to Ayala and Gaia they'd be frothing at their none existant mouths.

The following section has been added after reading the reviews:

Holy Shit Goxo.

You guessed nearly all of them one for one. Other than Edison who I don't really have a plan for yet. I did plan for Da Vinci and Nightingale to be summoned when Ezreal went back home to Piltover and Francis Drake was defilently a must have for Ezreal. Its something I decided since the beginning since they are literary perfect as explorers together.

I need to step up my game.

So, like always, please enjoy the chapter!

"What the heck. These statistics suck!" Ezreal cries out after looking at himself within the mirror.

Truly, Ezreal is distraught, party due to the fact that information is actually set out like a report card alongside feedback written on other pages. Not unlike his days at the Academy in Piltover, however, Ezreal at least within the school was a straight A student in most things, he was not used to seeing bad grades at all.

Both of these factors combined in order to result in the pained and absolutely baffled expression of Ezreal.

Begrudgingly, Ezreal does start writing down what he sees into his journal, albeit grumbling to himself and pouting. Karna looks over Ezreal's shoulder after handing a plate of sandwhiches beside Ezreal. Though taking one for himself. It was a fish sandwhich, sourced from local bread from the nearby town and the fish from the running river near where Ezreal's temporary camp was set up on.

Name: Ezreal

Parameters-

Strength: F

Endurance: F

Agility: F Plus

Mana: F Plus (Update Complete) E Plus

Luck: C

Noble Phantasm: B-

Personal Skills-

Charisma: D-

Ezreal has a silver tongue that can get him out of most situations. However, due to his lack of honest social interactions during childhood, the rank is reduced. This reducement also applies when speaking with people with the "Female" Trait. [Low chance to charm a single enemy]

Lazy Genius: C

Ezreal is gifted with eidetic memory, storing in encyclopedic knowledge of various archaeologist topics and survival techniques. Able to recall and memorise any event or knowledge that comes into Ezreal's mind and stays there as long as it is not tampered by magical effects. This includes self inflicted effects such as Madness Enhancement or by intaking Shimmer. Also applies resistance to mental effects or corruption from none magical origins. [Gains Critical Stars and cures Mental Debuff]

Lightfeather Steps: C

Ezreal's ability to predict avoid danger, this includes both attacks and traps. This is due to his experience dealing with traps and very very very angry people. [Evade 1, lasts 3 turns]

Noble Phantasm-

Left Gauntlet of Ne'Zuk: B-

The gauntlet that was stolen from the Ascended known as Horok. The left one has three unique effects. The first allows for spacial displacement, the distance reflects on the amont of magical energy placed into the gauntlet. The second allows for the creation of an arcane bow or arcane shots that can be fired out of the gauntlet. The third enhances the magic of the weilder, this is dependant on the pre-existing mana reserves of the weilder so the more mana an individual has, the more enhancement to reserves the gauntlet can supply. Currently most of the effects of the gauntlet are diminished due to missing the Right Gauntlet, resulting in the temporary rank down.

"My parameters are so low! What's up with all those Fs, maybe my eyes are faulty since I already used it once today..." Ezreal closes his eyes for a moement before looking at the mirror again "...Nope, still the same. Haaa..."

"Oh. You seem to be quite the talented mage for this world. And it seems your ability to view statistics isn't limited to Servants as well. Hmm...so it also shows updates." Karna says while continuing to read the notes.

"Talented? What do you mean talented, I got a E for crying out loud!" Ezreal cries out, while it isn't actually that big of a deal, school trauma is very strong.

School trauma is very strong.

Yes, it is a necessity to repeat that twice. It resulted in a deep blow to Ezreal's pride, as his grades were one of the few things fhat gsts him positive attention, while these statistics were not actually his grades, their similarity to looking like grades were more than enough to cause a similar effect, especially when compared to Karna's much higher statistics.

Truly, one should never share their grades with others when they get their results.

"The F rank is actually considered average. If I had to put it into numbers, F can be catergorised to be 1 to 9. Explorer, are you 9 times stronger than the average person?" Karna asks.

"No way, I keep fit of course, but I'm not a troll that can break through stone or anything." Ezreal says, calming down slightly.

"The E rank would be considered a 10. The plus sign to your mana must come from the magic boosting effect of your gauntlet. That mean, you have 10 times more magic than the average human." Karna states slowly.

"I..." Ezreal processes it for a moment before standing up proudly, and happy once more "Of course I am rank E! I am Ezreal, the one who is worth ten mages by himself, a one man army!"

"Of course, Explorer. And with time, since you are constantly fueling my existance and other servants within the future, you are constantly training your magic. What is now left..." Karna summons his spear once more "Is to ensure the rest of you catches up."

"H-Hey! I don't want to feel sick again since you summoned your weapon!" Ezreal yells, though summons his arcane bow in response to the spear, now both existing at the same time "Wait...I don't feel sick. That update...I think I can sustain you a little better."

"You could. However I have held off from absorbing more of your magic to not put you in the same position as before. So my parameters are the same. Again, I am one of the most costly servants out there." Karna walks outside and a bit of a distance away from the camp "I saw your skills, you are good at avoiding attacks. That is good since you seem to like attacking at a range. For now, let us focus at that."

Ezreal stares dumbly for a moment "Wait. We are really doing this now?" Ezreal hesitates for a moment before stuffing a sandwhich into his mouth and then runnjg out "Alright then! I can't look uncool in front of those kids again, so bring it on Karna. I never miss!"

Ezreal fires out a sudden potshot of arcane energy towards Karna and right at his face...which he tanks facefirst and seems to do nothing.

"Perhaps you may never miss, Explorer. But what wilp you do when that does nothing?" Karna asks, beandishing his spear.

"Ah shit. Magic Resistance Rank A, forgot about that." Ezreal gulps slightly, this was an unfair matchup indeed.

"Arghh...I'm hurting all over here, Karna. Screw rank D strength you hit like a golem. Servants are bullshit..." Ezreal applies a made paste from herbs and shrubbery to help numb the pain and bruises.

"I am no teacher such as the legendary Scathach or Li Shuwen, Explorer. The best I can to do part knowledge to you is by fighting you until you develop your own tactics and methods and become stronger because of it." Karna states.

"Yeah...I got it. Ugh...I haven't felt this tired since my first exploration." Ezreal mutters as he goes to lie on his bed, still pained.

"Your first exploration?" Karna stands guard by the entrance, while he does eat, chooses not to go into spirit form or sleep to keeo Ezreal protected.

"Yeah...I was a kid and it was with my parents, it wasn't anything special or dangerous since I was just a kid...just some ruins where we found the bones of some sort of aninal, we thought we found a knew species and my parents were so excited, hehe, but turns out it was just a bunch of dead animals who died as a pack a while back and fell over in a convenient shape." Ezreal mutters as he stares up at the ceiling of his camp tent "I was tiny, so I got really tired following my parents everywhere with my stubby little legs...but they were so eager, and having so much fun looking for mkre bones all three of us didn't notice until I nearly passed out standing. Hehe, they immediately stopped looking and went to me...made me think, riches, money, power. What's that got against having attention, you know?"

"..I understand what you mean, Explorer. My parents, Radha and Adhiratha Nandan...they were simple people, they instilled into me the values I have even to this day. Loyalty, charity, kindness. They taught me the value of such things and how it is worth more than gold and riches. They could have sold me for the golden armour on me, but chose to care for such a child as their own, they taught me how to care for chariots and how to ride them, as well as he simole pleasure of doing such things." Karna closes his eyes slightly, as if reminiscing though soon focuses again "Sleep well, Explorer. The next coming week to prepare your expedition with the children, I shall train you well so you can protect them as well."

"Well duh..." Ezreal's speech starts to slur, as the exhausted young man soon drifts off into sleep "Who would just leave kids in a...tomb...like...that-"

Soon Ezreal drifts off to sleep.

Hope.

Ezreal stands upon the gentle sand, before him, a great crowd of people, a great audience cheering and laughing.

Pride.

These people are clearly proud of the skills displayed of those in the middle, Ezreal can spot the reason why these people are happy and proud. Displays of martial might. People adorned with dazzling gems and glowing gold that all shine in the light. Pleasing the people. Pleasing the royalty. Pleasing the low-borns.

Glee.

Then those five had arrived, the most prized, the most sought after, the grande finale. The Pandava Brothers. 5 Demigods, the peak of what was able to be offered. The Peak of the event.

Surprise.

Before the crowd came a man, no. A boy. Disheveled in appearance, dirty, wearing worn out, used clothing that were stained and damaged. Clearly the boy's best clothes despite his look. A slave.

Laughter.

It resounded around Ezreal, the crowd who was cheering, enjoying and watching. Their laughs shook the verysand Ezreal was standing upon. How could a slave hold a candle to Princes, to Demigods, to their heroes? How could a slave compare to these paragons?

Scorn.

The laugh subsides, as they soon realise the boy is not joking, he wishes to join the tournament. If such a dirty and poor boy had joined the tournament, the symbol of their pride, what would that say about them?

Hate.

This poor boy wanted to be the symbol of the people? This boy wanted to be put on par with those covered in jewels and gold? This boy thought he could make a difference? Make a contribution? This boy who was less than their horses and food?

Insults.

Lies.

Slander.

Hate.

Hate.

Hate.

The boy himself, took all these emotions and words at the brunt of it. He took his bow once more and left without a word. Yet on the boy's face, while he certainly was not happy...he didn't seem mad later.

Confusion.

Ezreal couldn't comprehend it. Why would the boy not fight back? Why would he take it? Why was the boy different to how Ezreal himself.

Why was the boy acting better then Ezreal ever did?

Despair.