The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

*Boom!*

A thunderous explosion rocked the surroundings, sending shockwaves through the air. Clouds of dust billowed up, veiling the scene in a suffocating haze. Slowly, as the dust began to settle, the soldiers stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief, their jaws agape. In stark contrast, the mercenaries let out derisive snorts, their expressions smug and unaffected.

As the dust cleared, a sliver of light pierced through the darkness, casting an ethereal glow upon the valley below. It revealed the figure of Vesta, standing tall and resolute, his right hand gripping a gleaming sword pointed skyward, while his left hand was raised in a commanding gesture.

Beside him, a massive boulder lay broken, cleaved in two, its shattered pieces propped against a towering rock. It stood as a testament to the immense power Vesta possessed.

"Wow... that's our Guardian," one of the soldiers murmured in awe, his eyes shimmering like distant stars as he watched Vesta nonchalantly dust off his clothes.

The captain rushed toward Vesta, but before he could reach him, an invisible force thrust him backward, suspending him mid-air. The captain's gaze fixated on the hand that had repelled him, his astonishment turning into a mix of confusion and rage as he realized it belonged to his own Guardian.

His anger swelled as he witnessed a barrage of boulders hurtling toward Vesta, threatening to crush him under their weight. Even the previously indifferent mercenaries couldn't help but betray their worry, their attempts to intervene halted by their leader's firm command.

"We cannot afford to engage in battle. We have an enemy," Ray declared, his voice tinged with darkness as he observed the boulders successfully separating them from Vesta.

"Remain vigilant, prioritize your own safety. Leave the rest to me; I shall protect the boy," Veronica proclaimed from the other side, her voice laced with authority as she surveyed her comrades' pale expressions.

Amidst the conflict between the kingdom army and the Guild, the Guardian had already saved countless lives, perhaps even some with ties to their own blood or cherished friendships.

*Clap* *Clap!*

As tension gripped the air, the echoing sound of applause emanated from the blocked alley. All eyes turned to witness a bird descending from the heavens, its graceful descent unveiling the transformation into a bald, sinewy man who continued clapping with an air of arrogance.

This astonishing sight left the mercenaries and soldiers alike in a state of shock, their gazes fixed on the man who now stood before them. Only Ray and Veronica remained motionless, their eyes gleaming with a glacial coldness.

Behind the bald man, a group of masked figures materialized. Clad in black garments that obscured their bodies, only their piercing eyes were visible, veiling their true identities.

A woman, petite in stature but possessing an alluring figure, stood not far from the muscular man. Despite her youth, she exuded an air of danger, wielding a weapon resembling a broomstick. However, instead of feathers, it bristled with numerous razor-sharp sword blades.

"Who are you?" the captain demanded, his senses on high alert. He tightened his grip on his sword, pointing it unwaveringly at the enigmatic group.

Without a word, the rest of the soldiers swiftly formed a protective shield wall, their shields held firmly before them as their spears rose to shoulder level, poised for defense.

Meanwhile, within Desmond's carriage, his curse resounded through the air like a thunderclap. "Fuck! Now they've made me their target!" he bellowed, his frustration echoing in the confined space.

There was no mistaking it. Desmond recognized them immediately, his gaze scanning the group. They hailed from the Aristocratic Technocracy and the Imperial Empire, united against him.

"I'm surprised they've actually joined forces to eliminate me," Desmond mused aloud. He had a nagging suspicion that it was Grimm who had disclosed his whereabouts to the Technocracy.

While the imperial assassins harbored long-standing grudges against him, their presence was expected. What caught him off guard was the realization that their targets had changed.

"Perhaps they believe they can kidnap me and use me as a bargaining chip," Desmond pondered aloud. The news of his departure hadn't been kept under wraps, and with the three 3rd-class swordsmen accompanying him, they should have been wary. Yet, they still dared to attack, indicating a carefully calculated plan.

While Desmond scrutinized the group before him, his attention was drawn to the bald, muscular man who exhibited an unnerving behavior. His hands contorted, twisting in an unnatural manner, and his head strained forward, as if attempting to move independently of his body.

Then, he abruptly bent his body and placed his hands on the ground, moving with an uncanny, animalistic gait, reminiscent of a four-legged creature.

The captain's intentions to command an attack wavered as his eyes widened, instinctively taking a step back. Suddenly, a thunderous *roar* erupted from the bald, muscular man's mouth—a deafening combination of a mighty lion's roar and the growl of a wolf, a sound far from human.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe this sound came from a human," Ray muttered in disbelief, his gaze fixed on the bald, muscular man. Then, snapping back to reality, he turned around and shouted, his voice laced with panic, "Quick, attack him before he completes his transformation!"

Simultaneously, Veronica wore the same expression of urgency as she barked at her comrades, "Begin chanting! Aim for his head! Kill him before he succeeds!"

Unlike the members of the Corps of Teleknights, the Steel Legion members were already prepared. Each of them unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks directed at the bald, muscular man. Elemental weapons soared through the air, descending upon their target, while a barrage of spears stabbed the area surrounding him.

A flurry of *swoosh* filled the air as elemental attacks—mainly fiery projectiles accompanied by earth-based assaults—converged. A gentle breeze swept through, fanning the flames, intensifying the crackling sound of burning. Warily, they observed the dust-covered figure of the bald, muscular man, uncertain of the outcome.

Meanwhile, the woman and the masked man accompanying him cautiously stepped back, distancing themselves about five meters from him.

"Hahaha, it's too late," a voice echoed from behind the dissipating dust, carrying an eerie tone even in the open expanse.

As the dust settled, the outline of an enormous creature gradually emerged, its massive wings unfurling toward the sky.

*ROAR!*

Desmond, witnessing this spectacle from his carriage, was rendered speechless, a mix of shock and despair washing over him. In the depths of his being, he sneered and snorted in disgust at the sight before him.

For the first time in his life, spanning both his past and present existence, he bore witness to the falsity of a living legend.

[Scanning the target...]

[Scan Complete!]

[Race: Shapeshifter

Current Form: Dragon Beast

Information:

This creature possesses strength ten times greater than that of an ordinary beast, belonging to the beast race. The Dragon Beast is a monster that takes on the form of a dragon, having evolved from common beasts. It holds the power to control all beast races.

This creature was the first to elicit wariness from the three races, earning it the title of the King of Beasts, the Age Destroyer.

Predicted Combat Power (Strength, Agility, Energy): ????]