The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

In the early morning, as the sun began its ascent, a house stood proudly amidst the vast meadow. Nestled in the heart of the meadow, the house boasted a spacious backyard, while a dense forest beckoned from a distance, offering an ideal setting for honing survival skills.

Meanwhile, at the front of the house, a road meandered, connecting the main gate to the dwelling. Inside one of the rooms, a young boy sat upon his bed, his legs crossed and his upper body partially exposed, revealing a well-toned physique that exuded strength without being overly muscular.

Standing at around 160 cm tall, his long hair cascaded down, gently brushing against the bed's surface. The boy appeared deeply focused, his captivating expression captivating any woman fortunate enough to lay eyes upon his handsome face.

"Desmond, breakfast is ready," a mature woman's voice called out softly from outside the room.

"Yes, mother, I'll be there momentarily," Desmond replied. His aura, once tainted by the influence of his demonic lineage, had now dissipated, replaced by a regal air that bestowed upon him a majestic presence akin to that of a god. His charisma had grown, lending an added elegance to his movements and a deeper timbre to his voice, radiating masculinity.

After acknowledging his mother's call, Desmond shifted his attention back to the transparent screen before him, its information displayed in vivid detail.

[Project 01 has been completed]

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Project Details

Status: Successful

Objective: Utilizing unique energy from the surrounding environment to imbue items, rather than relying solely on caster energy.

Conclusion: Drawing upon the knowledge extracted from the Host's memories, the system has developed a customized spell capable of creating magical items using natural energy.

]

[Unused Slot 1]

"Finally, it's done," Desmond breathed a sigh of relief. The project he had patiently awaited for years had finally come to fruition. "Now, all that's left is to find suitable items to employ."

Desmond's gaze wandered around the room until he spotted a pen resting on the table. Picking up the pen, he held it firmly in one hand as he voiced his thoughts aloud.

"Custom Spell: Item Modifier!"

The intricacies of the Custom Spell were distinct from those of his usual incantations. Perhaps due to the amalgamation of his memories and the system's workings, all the Custom Spells he had crafted thus far lacked a conventional incantation.

As Desmond spoke the words, the natural energy surrounding him began to converge upon the pen, gradually enveloping it in a soft, whitish glow—an ethereal manifestation of temporary energy sourced from nature itself.

As Desmond halted his experiment abruptly, a surge of natural energy infiltrated through the glass window, causing him to grow anxious. He knew that if this continued, his mother and father would surely notice. Hastily, he ceased his actions, causing the gathered energy to erupt in a controlled illusionary explosion. Fortunately, his hand holding the pen remained unharmed.

"That was close..." Desmond wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and glanced down at the pen in his palm. Once shrouded in natural energy, it now emitted a faint glow from its tip, hovering slightly above his hand.

Desmond contemplated touching the pen but refrained from doing so. "System, scan this object."

The system promptly responded, initiating a scan of the pen.

[Scanning the target...]

[Scan Complete!]

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Name: Quill Pen

Grade: Uncommon

Information: A pen made from a quill, typically used for writing on parchment.

System Conclusion: As a result of the experiment, the pen has absorbed an excessive amount of natural energy, leading to unstable inflow. The pen now emits a shining light due to the presence of natural energy and is no longer usable.

]

"Hmm? Why can't it be used?" Desmond pondered, intrigued by the system's conclusion. He attempted to grasp the pen once more, but it immediately crumbled into dust, leaving him astonished. While he anticipated it might crack or break, he hadn't expected it to disintegrate so swiftly.

"The first attempt failed, likely due to my abrupt interruption of the process." Despite the setback, Desmond remained undeterred. After all, he had acted correctly, and the reduced exposure of his experiments meant the chances of problems arising were minimized.

"I'm not a scientist, announcing every creation I make," Desmond declared, reinforcing his decision to keep his endeavors private. Rising from the bed, he carried the dust remnants of the pen in his palms and placed them on his desk.

"Now, I just need to find the right moment for the next experiment." After setting down the dust, Desmond prepared to leave his room. However, his steps faltered as he noticed an open parchment resting on his table. "Well, my suspicion was correct." Uttering those words, he resumed his stride and exited the room.

The parchment contained information regarding the capture of a child. Two years ago, a child was born to parents who neither belonged to the royal family nor held prominence in the Imperial Empire's elite families. The child's physical appearance was ordinary, lacking exceptional beauty or charm. However, what intrigued Desmond was the child's unique trait.

As news spread that the child possessed a unique trait, the royal troops swiftly arrived at the doorstep of the husband and wife. They extended an offer to care for and educate the child, tempting the parents. However, to everyone's surprise, the parents declined the offer, prompting the king himself to intervene.

Soon, the news circulated, proclaiming "The Imperial King has become a bandit!"

In the dining room, Desmond entered and immediately spotted his seated parents, who were waiting for him. "Good morning, mother, father," he greeted them before taking a seat across from them.

The maids placed empty plates and glasses in front of each family member. Once all the tableware was set, another maid entered, carrying a plate covered by a serving hood. Placing it in the center, she unveiled the dish, releasing the mouthwatering aroma of a roasted chicken.

Desmond's expression turned disappointed when he realized there were no visible vegetables on the plate. "Mother, are there really no vegetables?"

Observing her now handsome and elegant son behaving like a child, Leona's expression softened. "Today's meal is special for you, my boy. Look at how thin you've become from eating only vegetables."

Bastian, however, frowned upon witnessing this. "Son, do you aspire to have the physique and appearance of a woman?" His father's words struck a chord within Desmond's heart.

A strange surge of emotions coursed through Desmond's mind, but he quickly denied it. "Father, vegetables are essential for our health and vitality! Just look at the wrinkles on your face; it's—" Desmond halted mid-sentence, catching himself before continuing.

After a momentary pause, Desmond sighed. "I apologize for my presumptuous behavior earlier." As he calmed down, a maid poured wine into his glass. The maid proceeded to cut the meat and place it on Desmond's plate.

What was that? I lost control of my emotions? Desmond pondered, reflecting on his outburst.

Once everything was prepared, none of the family members began eating. They closed their eyes, as if waiting for something.

As anticipated, another maid arrived, carrying a plate filled with potato wedges. "I apologize for the delay, Lord, Lady, and Young Master," she conveyed, presenting the plate to the family. The maid then returned to the kitchen.

"That's understandable; I know how challenging it can be to find the perfect material," Leona responded, her voice devoid of any visible emotion. Her eyes, however, betrayed a hint of understanding.

Desmond interjected, his tone laced with both anger and irritation. "Just try not to repeat it, okay?" His words carried an edge, suggesting his frustration with the situation.

The maid's heart sank, misinterpreting their stern tones as anger directed towards him. "I-I'm sorry, once again. I deeply apologize," he stammered, bowing repeatedly in a flurry of nervousness.

Desmond's breath caught as he witnessed the maid's overwhelming display of remorse. Confusion flickered across his parents' faces, their gazes fixed on him. His emotions once again stirred, prompting him to question what had transpired. What had caused this reaction? He grappled with the puzzle, seeking answers.

"It's not your fault. I'm just feeling a bit fatigued, and you're free to leave," Desmond reassured the maid, mustering as much calm as possible to project a positive image.

"Yes, young master," the maid responded, her voice trembling with an unusual fear. With haste, she scurried out of the room, leaving Desmond perplexed. Hadn't he handled the situation well? He glanced at his parents, only to find them shaking their heads, indicating his misjudgment.

Just as Desmond prepared to voice his thoughts, another maid entered the room, bearing a dish of mashed potatoes, exquisitely presented for their enjoyment.

With the table fully set, Leona and Bastian began to savor their meal, delicately wielding their silverware. Desmond, yearning to speak, swallowed hard, aware of the impoliteness of interrupting a mealtime conversation.

Silently, Desmond joined his parents in the feast, his mind engaging in a private dialogue with the system nestled within his thoughts.

"System, I need you to investigate the root cause of these sudden emotional surges. Why do they only manifest now, after three years?" Desmond whispered inwardly, seeking answers. He couldn't help but suspect that his recent experiment or the project he had completed earlier that morning held some connection to this newfound emotional turmoil.

The system acknowledged his request, initiating a scan of Desmond's mind. The virtual interface reported a wild energy presence detected within his consciousness, prompting a crucial decision.

[Terminate the wild energy? Yes or No?] the system prompted, awaiting Desmond's instruction.