The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

As Desmond's consciousness merged with the dragon, he experienced a surge of sensations, each touch of his scales evoking a profound sense of pleasure, his eyes gleaming with delight.

In that moment, his gaze shifted to the dragon's upper body, and a thought crossed Desmond's mind: it would be exhilarating to ride atop the magnificent creature. Almost instinctively, Desmond acted upon his whimsical idea, climbing the dragon's body.

However, a fleeting memory resurfaced in the dragon's mind, a recollection of a human piercing its heart from the very spot where Desmond intended to reach.

*roar*

In a swift motion, the dragon flung Desmond aside, using its body to propel him in the opposite direction. Desmond, still caught up in his imaginative reverie, was sent soaring through the air, landing not far from the dragon's original position.

"Ah... what a pity..." Desmond muttered, the throw not having been violent enough to inflict harm. It had become a habit for him to straighten his clothes with both hands, a remnant of his years in this world. Moreover, with his right hand back in place, he could restore his appearance effortlessly.

Catching the dragon's wary gaze, Desmond shook his head, assuring himself that there was nothing to fear. With determination, he took a step forward, attempting once more to approach the majestic creature.

*roar*

Yet, as Desmond moved closer, the dragon unleashed another roar, keeping a vigilant eye on him.

"So, you choose the hard way..." Desmond's expression shifted, no longer playful but resolute. He took a hundred steps backward, preparing himself for what lay ahead.

Furthermore, Desmond sensed an abundance of energy within this empty space and wasted no time activating his swordsman skills, enhancing his speed.

Just as Desmond reached his final stride, the dragon's gaping maw expelled a colossal blue fireball aimed directly at him.

Desmond scoffed. "Is this the best you can do? Tsk, tsk, tsk... how pitiful!" A mischievous grin spread across his face as he began to chant an incantation.

Gradually, a fireball of equal magnitude to the dragon's own creation materialized in Desmond's hand. It hovered above his palm, emitting a scorching heat that rivaled the blue fireball.

*swoosh*

Unlike the dragon's method of expulsion, Desmond possessed the ability to manipulate the fireball using his mind alone. With focused intent, the fireball propelled forward, hurtling toward the incoming blue fireball.

The sinister smile on Desmond's face widened as the two fireballs neared each other. "Unleash the spell you used to combat those spears!" he commanded.

Desmond's fireball promptly split in two, allowing the blue fireball to pass through. Upon dividing, a whirlwind manifested between the two halves of the Desmond fireballs. The cyclone merged with the fireballs, creating a blazing vortex aimed directly at the dragon.

Meanwhile, the blue fireball targeting Desmond began emitting steam unexpectedly.

"Hehe..." Desmond's lips curled into a sly grin. With a quick incantation, he conjured a barrier of water, harnessing the boundless nature of this conscious realm. He formed a water sphere matching the size of the blue fireball and swiftly extinguished it.

From a distance, the dragon's eyes revealed a hint of annoyance as it witnessed the fiery cyclone steadily advancing toward it. In response, the dragon released another resounding roar.

*roar*

This roar seemed to trigger yet another manifestation of nature's elements. A colossal cliff materialized from the floor of the empty space, emerging at a remarkable speed. The abrupt formation of the cliff pierced through Desmond's fire cyclone, causing it to lose its momentum.

*wheeze* *wheeze*

Undeterred, the typhoon continued its trajectory, colliding with the dragon's resilient scales.

*thus*

However, the size of the typhoon had significantly diminished, resembling nothing more than a mere pebble. Though the dragon lacked the ability to comprehend human language, its gaze seemed to taunt Desmond, suggesting his feebleness.

On the other hand, Desmond remained unfazed by the dragon's reaction. "Interesting... who would have thought that the dragon could display such a range of expressions and possess intelligence surpassing that of some humans," he mused.

Initially, Desmond had intended to employ the system to scan the dragon's status, but it failed to respond. He surmised that this was likely part of the ritual. Despite existing only as consciousness, the sensations he experienced were real, and every touch upon the dragon's scales sparked a genuine gleam in his eyes.

In that moment, Desmond's gaze shifted to the upper body of the dragon. The notion of riding atop it seemed intriguing, prompting him to subconsciously act upon his whimsical thought. However, the dragon's last memory of a human piercing its heart from the very spot Desmond intended to reach suddenly flashed through its consciousness.

*roar*

Reacting swiftly, the dragon flung Desmond away by shifting its body in the opposite direction. Desmond, still caught up in the excitement of his imagination, soared through the air but landed not too far from the dragon's position.

"Ah... what a pity..." Desmond remarked as he dusted off his clothes with both hands, a habitual gesture he had acquired during his years in this world. With his right hand back in place, he tidied himself up with precision.

Noticing the dragon's wary gaze fixed upon him, Desmond shook his head and reassured, "There's nothing to fear."

Undeterred, Desmond made another attempt to draw closer to the dragon.

*roar*

Yet, just as he inched closer, the dragon let out a resounding roar, keeping its eyes locked on him.

"So, you've chosen the rough path..." Desmond's playful expression vanished, replaced by a more serious one. He took a hundred steps backward, preparing himself for what lay ahead.

Additionally, Desmond sensed the boundless energy within this empty space and wasted no time activating his swordsman skill, propelling himself forward with increased swiftness.

As Desmond approached his final steps, the dragon's mouth opened wide, and a colossal blue fireball shot forth, hurtling toward him.

Desmond scoffed, "Is this the best you can do? How embarrassing!" A mischievous grin adorned his face as he chanted an incantation.

Gradually, a fireball of equal magnitude to the dragon's creation formed within Desmond's hand, hovering above his palm, emanating a heat that rivalled the blue fireball.

*swoosh*

Rather than throwing or spitting out the fireball like a dragon, Desmond effortlessly manipulated it with his mind, propelling it towards the oncoming blue fireball.

As the two fireballs drew near, a wicked smile crept across Desmond's face. "Unleash the spell you used to fend off those spears!" he commanded.

Splitting in half, Desmond's fireball allowed the blue fireball to pass through. Simultaneously, a hurricane-like gust surged between the two halves of Desmond's fireball, blending with them to create a fiery cyclone aimed directly at the dragon.

Meanwhile, the blue fireball targeting Desmond began emitting steam, much to his amusement. "Hehe..."

At that moment, Desmond's voice resonated with power as he chanted yet another spell, conjuring a water barrier into existence. In this realm of consciousness, the elements knew no bounds. Desmond formed a water ball of equal size to the blue fireball and directed it towards the fiery projectile, swiftly extinguishing it.

From a distance, the dragon's eyes flickered with annoyance as it observed the unfolding scene. Its gaze shifted between the steady approach of the fiery cyclone and Desmond's actions. Responding with a defiant roar, the dragon made its presence known.

*roar*

The reverberating sound seemed to stir another element of nature into action. In an instant, a massive cliff emerged from the very floor of the empty room, materializing with breathtaking speed. The colossal structure pierced through Desmond's cyclone of fire, causing it to lose momentum.

*wheeze* *wheeze*

Nevertheless, the typhoon persevered, hurtling towards the dragon, its force meeting the resistance of the dragon's resilient scales.

*thus*

Yet, the typhoon's size had diminished significantly, reduced to that of a mere pebble. Though the dragon could not communicate through human language, its gaze seemed to taunt Desmond, mocking his efforts as weak.

On the other hand, Desmond remained unperturbed by the dragon's response. "Interesting... who would have thought the dragon could exhibit such a range of expressions and possess intelligence surpassing that of some humans," he pondered.

Initially, Desmond had intended to employ the System to scan the dragon's status, but it failed to respond, suggesting that this was all part of the ritual, Desmond concluded.

As he opened his eyes, he sensed his body returning to its normal state after the meditation. The two amalgamated elements of nature now encircled him, flames and wind entwining in perfect harmony.

"These two elements shall now merge within my being," Desmond proclaimed, pressing his palms together, causing the elements to dissipate.

*swish*

A white light with intricate red patterns emanated from Desmond's hand, surging towards his two Elemental Dragons.

*roar*

The two elemental dragons, poised to strike, halted abruptly in midair. The penetrating light had begun to infiltrate their bodies, causing their forms to partially dissolve.

*roar*

This time, a resounding roar emanated from the shadow of the dragon's head. The distance between them diminished, and the phantom image of the dragon head opened its colossal maw, poised to devour and obliterate the two diminutive dragons before it.