The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"What is it that you wish to report, Brock?" the boss inquired, his gaze fixed on the creature standing before him, gradually reverting back to its human form.

Upon realizing that his boss had not brought up the earlier incident, the burly man, now transformed back into his human self, couldn't contain his elation.

"Well..." Brock began to respond, but his words were abruptly cut off as a sudden jolt of pain coursed through his body. Clutching his stomach, he winced in agony.

"Excuse me, boss," Brock managed to utter between clenched teeth, before swiftly turning around. His mouth opened wide, and a torrent of metallic clangs followed as he violently expelled a flurry of blades that had embedded themselves within his flesh.

*Clang* *Clang*

The swords clattered onto the floor, revealing the gory sight of blood-soaked blades—a testament to the grievous wounds inflicted upon Brock's internal organs. Yet, despite the severity of his injuries, Brock displayed an eerie semblance of nonchalance, as if he had just indulged in a night of excessive drinking and was now regurgitating a copious amount of beer.

The blades continued to spill forth, piling up in grotesque fashion.

Meanwhile, the boss calmly observed the scene, his demeanor composed. Unlike with previous subordinates, he saw no need to intervene for healing purposes.

Once Brock had expelled the last of the blades, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, turning around to face his boss with a wry smile. "Please forgive the repugnant display, boss," he apologized, his voice tinged with a mixture of regret and gratitude. Suddenly, an enormous claw materialized from Brock's back, obliterating the blades into shards.

"Let's continue our conversation inside," the boss suggested, turning away as darkness enveloped him once more.

Brock could only offer a wistful smile, shifting his weight as he strode towards the exit. As he emerged from the room, his eyes fell upon a new tavern bustling with people reveling in merriment.

However, unlike other establishments of its kind, this particular tavern hosted only those garbed in opulent, refined attire. The room lacked windows, illuminated solely by the soft glow of candlelight adorning each wall, casting an air of mystery upon the patrons.

Pressing forward, Brock paid little heed to the alluring advances of some flirtatious women along the way. Ultimately, he reached a door situated at the far end of the room—an isolated entrance that seemed to repel all other guests.

*Knock* *Knock*

Raising his sinewy hand, he rapped gently on the door, patiently awaiting a response.

"Enter," beckoned the boss's voice from within the chamber. In addition to the boss's voice, Brock's ears also caught the seductive tones of a woman, seemingly seated and captivating his boss with her enchanting words.

Gripping the doorknob, Brock took a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing thoughts. With a deliberate push, the door creaked open.

*Click*

"Boss, I have a report—" Before he could utter another word, his eyes fell upon the woman he had clashed with earlier. She now stood before him, spoon in hand, poised mid-air, feeding his boss a creamy substance, her mouth enticingly agape.

Instantly, Brock's words dissipated, his attention fully captured by the woman's presence. He regarded her with the same intensity as before, his eyes lingering on her figure.

"She's your new comrade; learn to cooperate with her," the boss declared, his voice punctuating the room. While he had acquired a new subordinate, it didn't mean he would discard the old one.

"Yes, boss," Brock responded immediately, his demeanor shifting into a composed state. Thankfully, he had managed to gather his emotions before entering the room. "I must inform you that a group of assassins from the Imperial Empire has infiltrated our ranks. Shall we launch an attack against them?"

"No," the boss swiftly replied, shaking his head as if regretting forgetting to mention something as significant as this. "We are currently collaborating with those individuals. Furthermore, I want our forces to eliminate a young boy en route to Helmfirth.

Grimm mentioned that this lad is the same one you encountered at the guild." His voice turned icy, his narrowed eyes betraying a cold determination.

"Y-yes, boss, I will ensure the success of this mission," Brock stammered once more, his body involuntarily trembling. Every time his boss spoke, an instinctual fear coursed through him, urging him to flee. A sense of imminent danger loomed over him, causing beads of sweat to form on his brow.

Perhaps it was the transformation in his boss's aura since three years ago, or maybe the boss had grown in power, reaching a level on par with the academy's headmaster.

"But be cautious; it appears that the guardian will be accompanying the boy. Strange, but take advantage of her presence to increase your chances of success," the boss advised, his grip on the woman's breast eliciting a blush and a moan of pleasure from her.

"Yes, boss," the woman responded, her voice laced with seductive undertones as she cast a sultry glance at her superior. Her hands skillfully teased and explored the contents of the boss's trousers...

Meanwhile, deep within a forest situated within the outskirts of the beasts' territory, an unsettling event unfolded. A congregation of Desert Lizards had gathered in a meadow, leaving a conspicuous gap in their midst. Their attention was fixated on an anomalous creature, its unusual form drawing wary gazes.

These Desert Lizards, typically confined to their own domains, seemed to have chased this peculiar beast into the grasslands, displaying overt signs of aggression and a primal desire to eliminate the foreign entity.

On the other hand, the creature found itself peculiarly poised in an upright stance, mimicking the posture of a human boxer. Its forelegs were contorted into fists, ready to engage in a struggle that blurred the boundaries between species.

This peculiar creature bore a striking resemblance to the Desert Lizards, albeit with a more compact physique adorned in vibrant red hues, accentuated by hints of mesmerizing blues. Its distinguishing feature, however, was the presence of wings—a stark departure from its reptilian counterparts.

Additionally, its skin texture resembled that of a Dire Wolf, complete with a sleek black fur that exuded an air of elegance.

The creature's tail boasted bluish spikes, serving as a telltale sign of its lineage to the formidable Husk Wolf. It was as if the essence of the Dire Wolf, Husk Wolf, Wyvern, and Desert Lizards had intermingled and converged within this remarkable being, engendering a captivating amalgamation of traits.

Despite being born within the Desert Lizards' territory, this hybrid creature stood apart from their herd.

*Roooar!*

To the astonishment of onlookers, the creature emitted a resounding roar—a symphony that resonated with a blend of lion-like authority and wolf-like tenacity. Its voice reverberated, carrying a mixture of raw power and the haunting resonance of a wolf's lament. In contrast, the Desert Lizards were limited to hissing as their form of communication.

Yet, in response to the presence of this extraordinary beast, their bodies illuminated with a reddish glow, a clear indication of their mounting aggression and imminent attack.

Witnessing the Desert Lizards' hostility, the enigmatic creature swiftly coiled its tail, seizing hold of the thorny protrusions adorning it.

*Swoosh!*

Like a skilled spear thrower, the creature launched the thorns one by one, skillfully propelling them towards the encroaching Desert Lizards. Its resounding roars reverberated through the air, a fearsome chorus aimed at instilling dread and dissuading further aggression.

Remarkably, the tactic proved effective, causing the Desert Lizards to instinctively retreat, increasing the distance between themselves and the Abnormal Beast by a significant five meters.