The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

From the outside, the observer could discern a remarkable shift in the natural energy that had been gradually merging with Desmond's body. Rather than a steady influx, the energies surged forth simultaneously, engulfing him like a ravenous whirlwind. They swept through his form, targeting the bones first, then the muscles, each entry causing a distinct sensation.

The influx of energy was far from gentle. As Desmond endeavored to channel and absorb it into his bones, an excruciating grinding sensation coursed through him. Beads of sweat erupted from every pore, cascading down his entire body, his countenance etched with the strain he endured.

Laura, witnessing her young master's suffering, felt her heart twist in anguish. Clutching the cloth tightly in her hand, she stood ready to assist at a moment's notice, her eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. She longed to alleviate his pain, offering solace and support.

Several agonizing minutes ticked by, and still, Desmond found his bones stubbornly resistant to absorbing the natural energy within him. Clenching his teeth, a steely determination settled in, compelling him to redirect his focus toward his bloodstream.

But oh, the consequences were immediate. As the energy surged into his blood, an entirely new torment assailed him. Unlike the grinding pain of before, it felt as if a colossal force in the heavens were twisting his body in unimaginable ways. Every drop of blood within him seemed tossed about like a fragile vessel amid tempestuous waves.

Before long, his blood began to exhibit signs of rebellion, mirroring the earlier resistance of his bones.

Break! Break for me! Desmond's mind resounded with desperate cries, hoping against hope that his words held the same transformative power as they did for the heroes of old, enabling them to surmount insurmountable odds.

Meanwhile, outside the chamber, Laura's scream of distress pierced the air, tinged with hysteria. Her eyes widened in horror as she beheld her young master's body, his skin oozing blood from every pore. Acting swiftly, she moistened the cloth with warm water from the nearby container, maintaining its temperature through an incantation she whispered fervently.

"Please, young master..." Laura's voice trembled, her eyes welling up with tears as she took in his pallid face and pained expression. It felt as though a blade had mercilessly cleaved her heart. With each gentle swipe of the cloth, blood would emerge anew from a different part of his body, demanding her immediate attention.

As her hands busily attended to his wounds, wiping away the crimson stains, she failed to notice that the water within the container had taken on the hue of her young master's blood. It was only when her gaze fell upon the tainted liquid that she bit her lower lip, swiftly intoning another spell to restore its clarity.

Yet, this exertion left her slightly weakened, a testament to the toll the magic exacted upon her.

The consumption of energy required to keep the water warm and clean was not much, but with a few minutes had passed, the young master was still bleeding profusely as she also felt her energy only enough for a couple hours.

Still, she can endure this, but the most case she was feared was that her young master would bleed and die on the spot.

As she did not dare to disobey his young master's orders, she could only harbor the pain of seeing the person she loved suffering in front of her without being able to help much.

On the other hand, Desmond, who had tried several times, finally saw hope.

Finally ... as I thought this was indeed a problem with blood.

The blood that had previously resisted this natural energy was finally forced to calm down by that energy. That natural energy suppressed every blood flow in his body and finally dissipated in the air within his body.

But when Desmond want to rejoice over his experiment, a system notification popped up in his mind.

[DANGER!! the host's body has reached maximum capacity to hold energy!]

Along with the notification, the blood that had been calm began to rampant as if it had woken up from its slumber.

This is bad.

Looking at this situation, Desmond tried to calm his mind, even when seeing his efforts in vain.

The blood did not react too much before, but now after my body reached the capacity... It seems that item retaining my blood ...

Desmond opened his eyes as he looked around and found the room's floor was covered in blood. Not having much time left, he then took off the necklace he was wearing.

Instantly, all the blood that had been raging inside him seemed to calm down. But this is only for a moment before it transformed to become more rampantly carried with a mighty dragon roar.

Outside, when Laura saw her young master open his eyes, she was taken aback, surprised for a while.But immedialty, her heartbeat finally calm down along with an overjoyed look flashed in her eyes.

She smiled, but the moment she wanted to step back and replace the water, a terrifying aura erupts behind her, sending a cold shudder to her neck.

In an instant, her heat began to tremble again as she also feel unesay with her body turned around. Shocked, she opens her mouth wide as she saw her young master's pupil turn into a slit, with his purple iris turning yellow.

Her legs trembled as she accidentally knocked over the water container, creating a cacophonous clatter that reverberated through the room. In that split second, her vision blurred, and she caught a fleeting glimpse of a colossal beast's shadow, its massive wings unfurled behind her young master.

The shadow of the beast seemed to meld with his lower body, its eyes fixated on her as if she were its prey.

Startled by this abrupt transformation, she parted her lips and spoke uncertainly, "Young master?" Her heart screamed in unison with her instincts, urging her to flee from this place. But she defied the primal urge, her unwavering trust in her young master surpassing her belief in anything else. She remained seated on the floor, her gaze unyielding as she stared boldly at the beast's shadow.

Furthermore, she could sense the overwhelming surge of monstrous energy emanating from her young master. The intensity of the energy she felt now rivaled that of her Lady.

On the other hand, even with his eyes wide open, Desmond focused his mind on reining in his surging energy. Realizing that he alone could not control the increasingly tumultuous natural energy coursing through his body, coupled with the influx of new energy, he resorted to his final option.

"System, utilize the remainder of my energy to manage and suppress the flow of energy within my body, including the rampant blood."

[Processing the task...]

Observing this, Desmond inwardly heaved a sigh. He understood that, despite relying on the system, an AI was still a machine that required human intervention for optimal functioning. Even if his system proved reliable, he couldn't issue arbitrary commands such as "Finish this," as it would be akin to giving blind instructions.

As Desmond pondered, his gaze steadied, his pupils returning to normal, and his iris regaining its usual hue. With his focus restored, he cast his gaze upon Laura, who sat upright on the floor, clutching a blood-soaked cloth, her gaze fixated on him with tense anticipation.

Perceiving Laura's state, Desmond felt a strange sensation welling within him and called out to her, "Laura?" His voice emerged from his throat hoarser than usual.

"Young master?!" Laura's body trembled slightly as she snapped back to her senses, her face immediately lighting up with joy as she hurriedly approached him. "Young master... young master..."

Witnessing Laura's state, Desmond was momentarily dumbfounded. But as he regained his composure, he realized that Laura was leaning against his chest, her head bowed low.

"*sob* I'm sorry, young master... please don't leave me..." she uttered in a hushed tone, her voice muffled against his chest, intermingled with heartfelt cries of concern.

Upon witnessing Laura's distress, Desmond felt the urge to scold her, but the repercussion of his impulsive action earlier swiftly made its presence known. His bones emitted a series of unsettling cracks, and within his body, he experienced the sensation of an invisible chain constricting his neck.

Ugh... next time, I must thoroughly reconsider before delving into peculiar cultivation practices again, Desmond mused, a wry smile adorning his face.

Simultaneously, a transparent screen materialized before his eyes, capturing his attention.

[Task completed successfully!]

[System detects alterations in movement and muscles within the host's body.]

[Please designate a name for this newfound skill...]