The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Laura, still in a state of shock, found herself unable to process the unexpected question from the maid. Her cheeks reddened slightly, and she stammered, "O-Of course not!" before quickly averting her gaze.

Observing Laura's reaction, the other maids shared their thoughts in hushed whispers.

"Ah, I think I need to attend to some cleaning in the kitchen."

"Oh, I just remembered I have an important errand to run!"

One by one, the maids fabricated various reasons to excuse themselves and left Laura behind. Within seconds, only the maid who had posed the question, along with the shy and expressionless Annie, remained on the stairs.

"Good luck!" The maid patted Laura on the back and followed the others, leaving the spot vacant.

Alone in front of the stairs, Laura glanced at Annie with a perplexed expression. "Annie, they all misunderstood," she muttered, disappointed by the maids' assumptions. Without wasting any more time, Laura took action and began following the scent trail to locate their young master.

Meanwhile, the maids gradually reappeared one by one in front of the stairs.

"Eh? Didn't Laura have feelings for the young master? Why didn't her reaction align with what we expected?" One of the maids emerged from the maids' quarters and glanced at the others who had gathered behind the stairs.

"I truly believed she had feelings for the young master! Maybe she's just not ready to admit it yet!" another maid chimed in.

"Perhaps... after all, Laura and the young master are only eight years apart! I even heard a story when I was younger about a 35-year-old man marrying a 7-year-old girl!" argued another maid, who appeared from the second floor carrying a broomstick.

Annie, still perched on the stairs, observed the conversation with a hint of interest. While she had yet to develop any feelings for her young master, considering his attitude and behavior, it was not inconceivable that she might fall in love with him in the future. However, for now, she regarded him simply as one of the sons of the wealthy.

Sensing that the debate would likely drag on, Annie decided to join Laura in their search for the young master, leaving the maids to their discussions.

Desmond found himself surrounded by ten dragons, their wild and intimidating presence sending a shiver down his spine. Despite his determination, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. To Desmond, these dragons were akin to the ferocious piranha fish of his previous world.

"This might be a bit challenging," Desmond thought to himself, squinting at the dragons before him.

Minutes passed with the dragons remaining eerily silent, their gaze fixated on Desmond without making any aggressive moves. The prolonged stillness only served to heighten Desmond's anxiety. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he nervously swallowed his saliva.

Suddenly, the ten dragons simultaneously roared, their deafening cries reverberating through the underground. "Here we go!" Desmond bolstered his resolve, locking eyes with the dragons in a fierce stare.

Desmond's astonishment turned to hardened determination as he noticed a shadow behind the dragons. He gasped, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Without warning, the blue flames that had been gradually growing in size suddenly doubled in height, now towering above an average adult. The intense heat that had been emanating from the flames intensified. The blue flames surged toward the ten dragons, entering their bodies and causing a bluish glow to emanate from within.

As the flames exited the dragons' bodies, they formed an encircling shawl-like armor around them.

The sight was reminiscent of Godzilla charging its mouth laser with the aid of electricity or lightning, but here, the black dragons were harnessing the power of the blue flames to augment their bodies. The blue flames not only formed armor but also seemed to enhance the dragons' strength.

Desmond's left fist clenched tightly as he found it impossible to remain calm in the face of this spectacle. He had felt the scorching heat of the blue flames before, but now they had merged with the formidable black dragons.

Once again, the dragons let out a resounding roar, followed by a swoosh as a gust of blue flames erupted from their mouths. The flames not only fortified their armor but also appeared to imbue them with even greater power.

Desmond desperately tried to activate his spell, channeling all his energy into the effort, but it seemed that the energy refused to heed his will. He was left defenseless, forced to withstand the dragons' attack with his bare body.

"ARGHHH!" Desmond screamed in agony as the dragons unleashed a barrage of blue flames, engulfing his body from all directions. The searing sound of the flames filled his ears, and his flesh burned and merged with the blue fire, leaving him in excruciating pain.

Desmond's skin burned relentlessly, and his screams grew more pitiful with each passing moment, resembling the tormented cries of a tortured animal. His flesh was now exposed, devoid of any protective skin, and his once-hair-covered head now appeared bald. Additionally, his mouth widened unnaturally, stretching to the sides of his cheeks.

Gasping for air, Desmond released a breath that carried a heated mist, momentarily obscuring his vision. When his eyes cleared, he realized that the dragons had ceased their assault, leaving him burned and in agony.

"It... it hurts!" Despite enduring unimaginable pain, Desmond's will to live remained unyielding. His anger radiated from his purple eyes as he glared at the surrounding black dragons.

Roar-

Before the dragon could unleash another roar, Desmond's voice cut through the air, "Shut the fuck up!" His eyes emitted a bluish glow as he locked his gaze with the dragons. The force of his words silenced the dragons, leaving them staring at Desmond.

His anger surged to its peak, manifesting in sparks of blue energy that accompanied every breath he took, mirroring the breath of the dragons themselves. The dragons, devoid of fear or intelligence, maintained their unwavering gaze upon Desmond, resembling predatory lions observing their prey.

As Desmond regained his composure, the dragons opened their mouths once again.

Roar x10

The ten dragons roared in unison, their deafening cries reverberating within the confined ritual space.

Roar Roar

However, this time, the dragons' roars bore an eerie quality, as if resonating with an illusory presence, causing Desmond to hear the roars multiplied manyfold. He locked eyes with the dragons, only to realize that they were not emitting these roars.

"What the hell!" Desmond, although skeptical of ghosts and other supernatural phenomena, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. Amidst the darkness, with only distant red eyes fixated upon him and the gradual transformation of dragon roars into piercing screams of a woman, his hair stood on end, and an unsettling sense of foreboding crept over him.

Gasp.

Desmond was taken aback as a sensation coursed through his body. He scanned his surroundings and noticed that the number of black dragons had diminished, while a set of red eyes steadily approached him.

"Ah, shit. Here we go." Desmond recognized this occurrence as similar to when a dragon had initially entered his body. "After this, my consciousness will undoubtedly shift elsewhere," he sighed inwardly.

However, to his surprise, after a few seconds, Desmond remained conscious, devoid of any weakness or drowsiness.

"Ah!" He suddenly groaned, realizing that his body was engulfed in blue flames. "ARGHHHH!" The groan transformed into a scream as he comprehended that these blue flames were the same as the ones he had experienced before.

Desmond felt an unfamiliar itchiness spreading throughout his body, even in his eyelids. With great effort, he managed to open his eyes and discovered that the blue flames were not burning his inner flesh but rather restoring his charred skin.

Naturally, Desmond was astounded, as this defied his preconceived notions of magic. He had never anticipated that these blue flames possessed potent healing properties. Moreover, his new skin exhibited a brighter hue and appeared more supple than his previous skin.

Click. Click.

The sound of shaping emanating from Desmond's skin eventually ceased, leaving him in awe of his own epidermis.

"Is this the kind of skin that's described as 'jade-like beauty'?" His mind was instantly reminded of the cultivation novels he had read in his previous world.

Desmond's skin felt incredibly fair and smooth to the touch, a quality that would make even women envious. Unfortunately for Desmond, this kind of skin seemed ill-suited to his masculine identity.

"Looks like I'll have to embark on rigorous training once again." Even the muscles he had developed had vanished. Though he refrained from looking in a mirror, Desmond was certain that he now resembled more of a pampered rich kid than before.