The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

As Desmond settled into his carriage, he made an unconventional choice, opting to sit cross-legged on the floor. Laura, his loyal attendant, was taken aback to discover her young master enveloped in a faint, peculiar crimson aura. The sight puzzled her, and she cast a questioning glance at Annie, who merely shrugged her shoulders in ignorance.

The ethereal red energy continued to flow into Desmond's body, while he simultaneously absorbed the delicate white ambient energy saturating the room. These energies, intangible and wispy like strands of spiderwebs, painted an otherworldly spectacle. With his eyes closed, Desmond felt the currents of energy within him, as if carving a path to welcome fresh vitality.

A sense of fullness swelled in his stomach and heart, causing an involuntary belch to escape his lips. Several minutes elapsed, during which Laura and Annie observed the dissipation of the energy cocoon encasing their young master. Beads of sweat now adorned his brow, evidence of the intense process he had undergone.

In an instant, as Desmond's eyes snapped open, a surge of power erupted outward, unleashing a sudden gust of wind that reverberated throughout the room. The force of the shockwave nudged the furniture and caused his maids to stagger. The impact even fractured the floor beneath him, leaving Annie and Laura wide-eyed in astonishment at their young master's transformation.

Desmond's hair had lengthened, cascading down to his buttocks, while his overall stature seemed to have grown a few centimeters. Both his maids were captivated by his changed appearance, not only due to the alterations to his physical attributes but also the chiseled contours of his jawline, enhancing his natural handsomeness.

His brows had thickened, and the intensity emanating from his gaze possessed the power to make their cheeks blush with a mere glance.

Meanwhile, Desmond paid no mind to the enamored gazes of his maids. Instead, he focused his attention on the transparent screen projected by the hovering system before him. The words displayed on it filled him with a mix of shock and excitement.

[The host's energy has been increased!]

[During the absorption process, the Host's body assimilated a portion of strength and agility!]

[Scanning Host Body...]

[Scan Complete!]

[-Status-

Name: Desmond

Gender: Male

Age: 10 years

Race: Half-Dragon (30%)

Class: 1st Swordsman/0th Dragon Slayer

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 61.78 ⇈

Strength: 47.96 ⇈

Agility: 30.51 ⇈

Stamina: 12.43 ⇈

Dragon Essence: 0]

Upon perusing his updated statistics, Desmond found himself inwardly stunned. The boost in his energy was not the only improvement; his strength and agility had undergone significant growth as well. With a mixture of anticipation and trembling excitement in his eyes, he commanded the system, "Make a detailed comparison of my old and new stats."

Concealing his elation from his maids, Desmond eagerly awaited the system's analysis, fully aware of the importance of maintaining a composed facade in front of others.

[Analyzing the host body...]

[Calculating and comparing host stats before the increment...0%]

[Task complete!]

[Displaying the information!]

[System conclusion: The energy increment has granted the host a remarkable increase of 9.00 in each stat, breaching the limits of this world and reawakening the enigmatic forces within.]

Desmond's astonishment deepened at the system's revelation. It was not merely the magnitude of the boost that left him dumbfounded, but rather the implications of surpassing the known limits and encountering this mysterious energy.

Suddenly, Desmond felt a surge of dragon blood raging within him, causing it to overflow throughout his entire body. The system's warning about these changes added to his growing unease.

[System has failed to suppress the strange energy!]

[WARNING!! A portion of the corpse's negative emotions has entered the host's brain!]

While Desmond appeared outwardly composed, distinct and unexpected alterations were taking place on his physique. His refined, muscular frame emitted a low, simmering sound akin to boiling water. Simultaneously, his iris underwent a remarkable transformation, shifting from a deep brown hue to a vivid magenta.

Annie and Laura, concerned for their young master's well-being, moved to assist him, but a sudden and abnormal pressure gripped their bodies, rendering them motionless, akin to lifeless corpses collapsed on the floor. Fortunately, this oppressive force remained confined within the confines of the carriage, not permeating beyond its boundaries.

Inside Desmond's mind, emotions such as anger, resentment, jealousy, greed, and lust materialized one after another, altering the very fabric of his thoughts. Were it not for his clenched fist anchoring him to the ground, enabling him to maintain control over his actions, he might have succumbed to the sinister desires and violated his unconscious maids in that very moment.

His eyes widened, shamelessly fixated on the bodies of his maids, unable to curb his lascivious impulses as he grappled with the deluge of blood and emotions coursing through him. An inward scream of frustration reverberated within him, the weight of his self-imposed restraint bearing down heavily, threatening to plunge his consciousness into the abyss.

Gritting his teeth, Desmond's gaze shifted towards the invisible chains that ensnared him. Imperceptible to the outside world, he perceived the presence of hovering black chains, constricting every part of his being, from neck to toe.

While Desmond struggled to retain his consciousness amidst the onslaught of negative emotions, the system persisted in its futile attempts to suppress the enigmatic energy.

[System has failed to suppress the strange energy!]

[System has failed to suppress the strange energy!]

[Automatically switching to assist the host...]

Upon reading these words, the black chains that bound him shattered one by one, accompanied by the gradual dissipation of the oppressive force. He felt the negative emotions gradually fade away, but before their complete disappearance, his consciousness was briefly pulled into a shadowy chamber.

Within the depths of this realm, he beheld a black dragon devouring the remnants of those negative emotions, its jaws closing and its tongue flicking over its rigid lips before melding back into the darkness. Simultaneously, Desmond's consciousness was seamlessly returned to the tangible world.

With a resounding exhalation, "Hah!" Desmond expelled a breath infused with an ethereal blend of faint white and red energy. He could sense an overwhelming surge of power coursing through his body.

If he were to confront the assassins once again, he realized that activating his overpowering skills might not even be necessary; the augmentation of his physical abilities alone would prove sufficient to deal with them.

As Desmond regained his composure and control over his body, he was astounded to find his maids sprawled on the ground, their expressions one of satisfaction. Their flushed cheeks and trembling bodies revealed their intense experiences, while a mysterious white liquid escaped from beneath their skirts.