The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"Boss," the young man murmured, keeping his head lowered in a mix of fear and respect. He lacked the courage to lift his gaze and take in the awe-inspiring sight that lay before him.

"Where?" replied the middle-aged man, his words punctuated by a brief pause as he reluctantly disengaged from the company of the beauties surrounding him, leaving a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips.

"In the Military District, sir," the young man answered, his voice tinged with unease. "He was escorted by the Guardian himself, accompanied by a contingent of heavily armed soldiers."

"If that boy has arrived..." The middle-aged man's sentence trailed off, his voice filled with a foreboding undertone. In one of his hands, a ripple of energy suddenly materialized, casting a dark shadow that shot forth with a swift, menacing trajectory.

In the next instant, the young man's vision blurred. He felt no immediate pain, yet blood erupted from his chest, staining the air with crimson.

"Argh!" The young man cried out, his agony reverberating through the surroundings. But his desperate pleas were in vain, as he realized his sight was already shrouded in an encompassing darkness.

Lying motionless on the floor, his eyes wide open and his body curled in pain, the young man's life slowly faded away.

"My precious subordinates..." Meanwhile, the middle-aged man muttered to himself, his posture relaxed as he played with the bodies of the beauties—squeezing their nipples and gripping their buttocks—eliciting moans and tears.

"Summon all our men, abort the plan," the middle-aged man commanded, his tone resonating with authority. "Gather real-time intelligence on the boy's bodyguards, their powers, and their location." The guards outside swiftly acknowledged his orders and set out to disseminate the instructions.

This middle-aged man was none other than Krox, seething with frustration at the loss of his valuable subordinates. Though the presence of the Guardian and former Grandmaster Weston restrained him, he gnashed his teeth in resentment.

With a flick of his fingers, Krox summoned a dense mass of darkness, which coalesced on the floor before him, gradually taking the shape of a human figure.

"Eliminate that boy at any cost!" Krox commanded the shapeless being, his voice filled with deadly determination.

After a few tense moments, the formless figure finally solidified into the likeness of the young man who had met his untimely demise. Yet, the aura emanating from the newly formed entity was distinct, marking a transformation from its predecessor.

"Yes, my master," the newly formed young man replied before receding back into the ground, his body resembling water flowing freely without restraint.

Meanwhile, within the academy's enchanting garden, where vibrant blossoms painted a breathtaking tapestry, a teenage girl sat serenely on the grass beneath a majestic tree. Her beauty possessed an ethereal quality, captivating all who beheld her. With a tranquil countenance, her emerald-green eyes traversed the pages of a book, absorbing its contents.

Her flowing silver locks danced gracefully in the wind, mesmerizing any onlookers who dared to steal a glance, yet none had the audacity to approach her and disturb her peaceful sanctuary.

Her flawless, porcelain-like skin cradled a tiny book, filled with intricate drawings depicting magic circles and other mystical elements.

Unbeknownst to her, while engrossed in her studies, the girl failed to notice a figure gradually approaching from a distance. A soft, enchanting voice reached her ears, breaking the tranquility of the moment. "My lady, rumors abound of a newcomer arriving in our city."

When the silver-haired beauty ceased her activity and looked up at the speaker, she nodded appreciatively and responded, "Thank you. Could you provide me with more specific information?"

As the gazes of those around them landed on the daring girl who approached the silver-haired beauty, a collective gasp escaped their lips. The newcomer was another striking beauty, her sleek black hair pulled tightly into a ponytail, cascading down her back.

Despite both of them wearing the academy's uniform, it was evident that the black-haired girl shared a special bond with the silver-haired beauty. This was apparent in her posture, with knees touching the ground, demonstrating a deference that bordered on servitude.

"Yes, the newcomer..." The black-haired girl began, but her words were abruptly cut off by a commotion that erupted behind them, shattering the serenity of the moment. She turned around swiftly, shooting a furious glare at the unruly disruptors.

"Oh, Alice?" A newcomer approached, his surprise evident upon discovering her presence. His gaze briefly darted toward the half-kneeling black-haired girl, Clara, as he added, "Still playing the master-servant game, Clara?"

The newcomer, a young man donning the academy uniform, possessed a wild mane of spiked yellow hair that exuded an air of arrogance. His ears adorned with piercings only added to his rebellious appearance. As he arrived, a chorus of excited shouts erupted from female students, yet he paid them no mind, his attention fixed on Alice and Clara seated beneath the tree, engaged in conversation.

"Please refrain from disturbing my lady's tranquility, senior," Clara, the black-haired beauty, spoke through clenched teeth, her frustration palpable.

The young man, unfazed by her words, smirked in amusement before shifting his gaze toward Alice, the silver-haired enchantress. However, Alice met his gaze with a cold, unyielding stare before directing her attention back to her friend, Clara. "Senior, kindly refrain from interrupting my studies," she spoke, her words devoid of any acknowledgment of his presence.

Clara nodded, understanding her lady's intention, and continued sharing the information she had gathered. "The newcomer is Princess Elizabeth, a member of the royal family, and the other is Diana, daughter of the current Guardian." Clara's uncertainty seeped into her voice as she tilted her head.

All the information Clara had acquired came from the incessant ramblings of a commoner who couldn't contain their excitement, singing praises of both Alice and Diana. The revelation of Diana's identity alone was enough to spark enthusiasm within the academy, but with the added presence of the kingdom's princess, everyone yearned to befriend the two newcomers.

Meanwhile, the young man didn't seem bothered by their disregard for him. On the contrary, he relished the opportunity to observe the two enchanting beauties as they conversed happily before him.

[Written by DragonKnov || Published on Webnovel]