The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Desmond's attention shifted from one transparent screen to another, his eyes fixated on the decreased durability of his precious necklace. He mused to himself, "Ah, I almost forgot about you two."

"Sure," he replied casually, unwittingly raising his tone. Annie, who stood nearby, tilted her head to the side, her big orange eyes narrowing slightly as she observed her young master's dazed expression and leaning posture.

Caught in the seductive and sweet fragrance emanating from Annie's body, Desmond snapped back to reality and glanced at her. "Oh, it's nothing. Just lost in thought," he nonchalantly responded, although his eyes couldn't help but catch a fleeting glimpse of her bosom beneath her maid attire.

Desmond's taste remained normal; it was simply the current situation that didn't lend itself to displaying his lustful desires. Whether it was now or in the future, he didn't yet know himself, as his curiosity and longing for this world continued to burn, even as he grew older.

On the other side, upon hearing her young master's words, Annie tilted her head in confusion. She, too, unintentionally revealed her bosom and noticed his fleeting gaze. Yet, her young master's reaction perplexed her.

Before joining Desmond's family, Annie had been well aware that maids were often expected to employ their bodies to serve their masters. It was a common and widely-known practice among noble or affluent families, passed down from generation to generation.

However, despite several years having passed, Desmond had shown no interest in any of the maids in his household. In contrast, young masters from other families had already engaged in such affairs by his age.

Am I not attractive enough? Annie wondered, her thoughts turning inward. She turned around and retrieved a small mirror from her pocket, holding her bosom and flashing a seductive smile at her reflection.

As she studied her own expression, not a hint of embarrassment crossed her beautiful face. Curiosity filled her gaze as she contemplated her image before reaching a conclusion. Ah, I just need to be patient, she thought, biting her lower lip. Observing her young master still staring blankly into the distance, she turned around and began preparing tea for him.

Unlike Laura, Annie understood the cruelty of society. Her role as a maid and her service to her young master had no correlation with the world outside. Even if all humans perished, unless her young master gave the order, she would continue to maintain an indifferent facade.

While Annie busied herself with preparations, Desmond's attention was consumed by the name of his newfound skill.

[Starting to combine the swordsman skill with the host action from earlier...]

[The skill combination was successful.]

[Please give it a name...]

Deep in thought, Desmond pondered. Frankly, he was unsure which action the system was referring to. As for the swordsman skill, he couldn't determine if it was an enhancement or a power boost.

Once he named the skill, the details would be revealed. However, unlike before, he was in a clear state of mind, devoid of any distractions or negative consequences from his actions.

"Hmm, both enhancement and power boost share the characteristic of increasing my physical attributes," Desmond contemplated. As he mulled over this matter, his eyes often wandered, catching glimpses of Annie's swaying buttocks, gracefully moving from side to side.

Desmond remained unsure whether Annie's actions were intentional or merely a habitual gesture, but they failed to shake his belief. However, they did offer him a clue, thanks to the information provided by the system.

"My actions earlier..." Desmond mused. He recollected that his intention had been to push his physical limits, relying on his remarkable regenerative abilities while placing an increased burden on his body.

Little did he know that this method could hardly be considered a success, as his body struggled to bear the amplified power, even with his passive regeneration. While others might not be aware, it was his passive regeneration that had allowed him to regrow his missing arm.

Driven by his desire to unlock the true potential of his blood, he had sought to hasten his regenerative speed, and it had worked. Yet, before he could revel in his achievement, the strange voice had attempted to seize control of his consciousness, leading him to flee into the mysterious dome.

"The system failed to suppress the strange voice in my head, but somehow, I ended up in the chamber of the black dragon," Desmond contemplated, his expression growing grim. "And I... I also died," he added, descending into despair.

It had been his first death since arriving in this world, and he had been powerless against his adversary, which left him despondent. If not for the mysterious power bestowed upon him by the black dragon, he would be nothing more than a lifeless corpse.

Amidst his contemplation, the cacophony of battle cries from humans and the agonizing groans of the dragon-like creature resonated in the distance, serving as background noise to Desmond's hopeless ruminations.

After several moments, a newfound will to survive surged within Desmond. He had finally grasped the significance of the system's hint.

"So 'my actions earlier' must be connected to surpassing the influence of the strange voice or perhaps related to my return to life," Desmond surmised. Affirming his deduction with a nod, he proceeded to give the skill a name.

"Overpower."

As if on cue, Annie approached, carrying an oval-shaped tray adorned with a glass of tea and a plate of biscuits.

"Your tea, young master," she announced, lowering the tray and placing it gently on the table beside his bed. With elegance and grace, she saluted him before retrieving a broomstick.

Having been a young master in his previous life, Desmond had grown accustomed to such salutations from his maids. Observing Annie diligently carry out her duties, a subtle expression adorned his face. He nodded appreciatively at her before shifting his attention back to the transparent screen.

The scent of Annie's hair and her lingering fragrance wafted around him, causing a slight dizziness that made him shake his head.

[The skill has been given a name...]

[Custom Skill: Overpower has been created.]

[Custom Skill: Overpower

Info: By unlocking the resistance granted by the black dragon's blood, the host's body becomes more resilient, allowing for the simultaneous use of multiple Swordsman skills. However, the price is that the skill will drain all of the host's remaining energy.

Negative aspects:

- Host will be left completely depleted of energy.

- Occasionally, the strange voice will emerge and subtly influence the host's thoughts.

Advantages:

- Unlike Power Boost, the host is not required to spend the entire day bedridden.

- Any minor or severe injuries will be instantly healed.

Consumption: -1.00 stamina/each additional Swordsman skill that places a burden on the body.]

With a delighted nod, Desmond eagerly savored the tea, his fingers tightly gripping the cup, while his other hand reached for a biscuit, which he promptly chewed on. Despite the drawback of being unable to utilize spells, this skill proved to be invaluable, especially during moments when he found himself backed into a corner.

However, Desmond couldn't help but feel perplexed by the newfound level of detail in the system's analysis. When had the system started providing such in-depth information about skills? The thought lingered in his mind for a moment, but he quickly dismissed it. As long as the skill brought him benefits, he didn't mind the additional analysis.

Examining the second part of the system's explanation, he focused on the healing effect and consumption rate of the skill. It became evident that the skill would gradually deplete his stamina, which raised a concern since he was well aware of his low stamina reserves from the previous battle, where he had already utilized body enhancements four times.

Desmond attempted to query the system for more information, but it failed to provide an answer. If this were a game, he would undoubtedly classify it as a bug. However, he decided that he would test the skill again once he reached a safe zone.

There were several other thoughts lingering in his mind, such as the healing effect and the role of his dragon heart, but for now, his primary focus was on replenishing his energy and gaining a clear understanding of the battlefield's current situation.