The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Meanwhile, as Desmond frolicked with his sister in the dream, a chilling darkness fell upon the world, casting a shadow over their innocent play.

Suddenly, the idyllic scene shattered, replaced by a harrowing nightmare. Gunshots echoed from every direction, ripping through the air with deadly intent. Desmond's heart sank as he witnessed his beloved sister crumple to the ground, lifeless before his eyes.

Anger surged through him, a fierce determination to confront the heartless criminal who had snuffed out his sister's life. But a cruel twist of fate trapped him in the confines of his childlike body, rendering him powerless.

Yet amidst his fury, confusion gnawed at his mind. How could a mere criminal have the audacity to breach the impenetrable walls of the mafia's main headquarters? The very thought bewildered Desmond, his brow furrowing with unanswered questions.

The scene before him blurred once more, morphing into a grisly tableau of the criminal's ruthless onslaught against his family. Each blow struck a raw nerve, fueling Desmond's rage to a boiling point. He longed to pummel the heartless murderer, yet his limbs betrayed him, frozen in place.

And then, the criminal turned his menacing gaze upon Desmond, leveling his weapon with chilling precision.

"# @ SD @ #," the criminal muttered cryptically, his words lost in the chaos. Desmond strained to comprehend the message, but it slipped through his grasp like elusive whispers. And in that moment, the criminal squeezed the trigger...

*Bang.*

Gasping for air, Desmond jolted awake, his heart thundering against his chest like a caged beast. He perched on the edge of his bed, staring at the reality before him, his voice a mere whisper, "I'm still alive."

Casting his gaze upon the window, he noticed the world had shifted with the passage of time. Intrigued, Desmond made his way towards the window, compelled to witness the altered daylight.

*Knock, knock, knock.*

A soft yet persistent sound resonated from beyond the room, carried by the eager footsteps of the maid. Her joyful anticipation danced in the rhythm of her knocks, secretly hoping that her young master would remain silent, granting her an opportunity to catch a glimpse of his handsome visage, untethered by wakefulness.

The voice of the maid seeped through the door, reaching Desmond's ears and coaxing him to respond. He turned his attention, answering with a calm command, "Tell them to wait."

The maid's disappointment simmered beneath her dutiful facade as she acknowledged his response. "Yes, young master. I will convey your message promptly."

As the footsteps of the maid receded, Desmond found himself drawn back to the captivating view beyond the window. "This is madness..."

Instead of reveling in the ethereal beauty of nature, Desmond's eyes fixated on the transparent screen before him, displaying intricate details of a newfound spell. No matter how many times he had witnessed it, the sheer power of the spell left him awe-struck.

Its demand for tremendous energy to sustain, even posing a challenge for those of the esteemed third class, was merely the tip of the iceberg. The truly mind-boggling aspect lay in its ability to alter one's race, to mask their very essence, defying the boundaries of identity.

Contemplating the activation of the spell without the need for material objects, Desmond pondered the ramifications. If not for the ongoing project, he would have sought aid from the king or, in dire circumstances, resorted to hiding from humanity itself.

"But..." Desmond's gaze fixated on the spell's name column, torn between pride and regret. "System, can you change the name of this spell?"

[System Conclusion: The name of this spell is an integral part of its structure. Altering it necessitates a complete overhaul, akin to recreating the spell from scratch. While it is possible for the host to change the name, there is no guarantee that the renamed spell will possess an equal or greater effect.]

[System Conclusion: Not to mention that such a process may incur unforeseen cons-]

"Enough!" Desmond interjected, his frustration evident. "Just admit that you don't want me to change the name of this spell." His grumbling continued, his expression contorted in an unsightly manner.

Closing the window, Desmond shifted his attention to preparing for breakfast.

In the dining room, the Desmond family members sat, poised and graceful, as they savored their morning meal. Today's fare consisted of meat-filled sandwiches, presented with elegance and simplicity.

Yet, Desmond's sandwiches stood out from the rest, adorned mostly with vegetables and a solitary piece of meat.

Once everyone had finished their meal, Desmond turned his gaze to his parents. "Father, I wish to take a day of rest. This applies to Mother's training as well. Let us postpone all training for today."

Bastian's eyes widened, his mouth agape, as he wore an expression of astonishment. Meanwhile, Leona's movements froze, her eyes fixed upon her son as though he were a stranger.

"Do you have a fever, son?" Leona inquired, drawing closer to Desmond and gently touching his forehead. "Your temperature is normal. So, why this sudden decision?" Confusion clouded her features as she peered directly into his eyes.

"Finally..." Bastian interjected, unable to contain his jubilation. "My suffering has come to an end."

His exuberance was met with a stern glare from his wife. "Mind your words; you make our child sound like a devil." After reprimanding her husband, Leona shifted her attention back to Desmond. "Very well, you shall rest as you see fit. Prepare yourself for tomorrow."

However, as she spoke, an idea sprouted in her mind, illuminating her gaze as she gently cupped her son's cheek. "Shall we pay a visit to Clementine's house?" Leona's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"I'll stay home," Desmond replied icily, rising from his chair and marching straight to his room, his footsteps echoing with resolve.

Despite the improved relationship with his new parents, the memory of last night's dream served as a constant reminder to Desmond that they were not his true parents.

As Leona observed her son's expression, she glanced at her husband, who subtly shook his head. She sighed and clasped her hands together. "Sigh... I can't quite fathom what's troubling our son's mind."

Despite their best efforts to shower Desmond with love, his demeanor often reverted to the solitary, distant state they encountered when they first found him alone at home.

"Take it easy, honey. He's still young, searching for his true identity," Bastian consoled his wife, drawing near and gently stroking her back.

Leona found solace in his touch, leaning against her husband's chest as they shared a moment of understanding.

Meanwhile, inside Desmond's room, he wasted no time retrieving the concealed white bag from under his bed. "Time is money," Desmond murmured, unfastening the bag to reveal its contents—numerous requested items. "I must choose wisely."

Recalling the previous ink box's durability of only 100, Desmond surmised that rarely used items were more likely to possess higher durability. As he scrutinized the assortment of items in the pouches, the decision became arduous, leading him to discard some that had been thoroughly researched. Eventually, nothing remained but a chaotic display around him on the floor.

Desmond massaged his forehead, contemplating, "Should I purchase more?" He slumped onto the bed, his gaze fixated on the room's ceiling. "But it will take time, not to mention finding suitable items for disguises."

Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind. Desmond hastened to open his desk drawer, retrieving a small box. "Thank you, sis," he whispered, a smile gracing his lips as he opened the box.

Within lay the necklace gifted to him by Alice several years ago—the very same necklace he had removed soon after she departed for the academy.

Seating himself on the floor, Desmond cradled the necklace in his hands. He closed his eyes, activating the spell in his mind.

Custom Spell: Item Modifier.

Natural energy converged within the necklace, but the sheer magnitude of the gathering energy startled Desmond. His room transformed into a luminous sea of light, inundating every nook and cranny with its ethereal glow.

All the gathered natural energy was absorbed by the necklace, yet this time, there was no dramatic enlargement as before. Instead, the necklace returned to its original state, leaving Desmond with a hint of disappointment. It saddened him to think that this precious gift from Alice might have failed to undergo the desired transformation.

"System, scan."

[

Name: Dragon Necklace

Grade: Rare

Description: This necklace, given by Alice, possesses a unique charm due to the abundance of affection it carries.

System Conclusion: This item has been extensively enchanted and imprinted with the Item Modifier spell, allowing it to store and activate spells continuously. Each activation increases the burden on the necklace.

Spell: 0/1

Durability: 1000/1000

]

"Amazing..." Desmond clutched the necklace in his hand, a proud smile gracing his lips. "It fits perfectly with my current situation." Suddenly, the necklace slipped from his grasp, and he instinctively reached out to catch it, preventing his body from tumbling to the floor.

"Urgh... this is even worse than before." Not only did his body go limp, but Desmond also experienced a wave of nausea and near-numbness in his legs.

Supporting himself with one hand on the floor, he used the other to massage his forehead, hoping to alleviate the dizziness.

"Status," Desmond muttered in a low tone.

[Scanning Host Body...]

[Scan Complete!]

[

-Status-

Name: Desmond

Gender: Male

Age: 10 years

Race: Half-Human (50%)

Class: 1st Swordsman / 0 st Dragonslayer

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 11.16 / 37.16

Strength: 28.00

Agility: 21

Stamina: 1.43 / 7.43

Dragon Essence: 0

]

"My assumption was correct; it has increased since yesterday." Desmond glanced at the necklace lying near him and retrieved it, simultaneously activating a spell.

Custom Spell: Blast.

Fortunately, being a custom spell, he didn't have to vocalize the expletive. Otherwise, it would have been quite embarrassing.

This time, a pentagram circle materialized in the air, merging with the necklace Desmond held. The chain now adorned circular pentagram patterns, enhancing its mystical aura.

After activating the spell, Desmond's entire body went limp, leaving him with minimal control over his hand, causing the necklace to slip from his grasp once more.

Desmond recited an incantation and sent a magical message to Laura.

"Come to my room quickly!"

With the message sent, Desmond's body finally succumbed to its weakened state, and he lay sprawled on the floor. "Hahaha, these spells truly have insatiable appetites," he chuckled dryly.