The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

As soon as the lights dimmed, an array of figures materialized above them, casting smug glances downward. They stood in silence, their contemptuous gazes seemingly piercing through the protective barrier that separated them from the protagonists.

Jessy furrowed her brow, disapproving of their haughty demeanor. If it weren't for their undeniable talent and shared presence in the class, she would have wasted no time in delivering a stern lecture to put them in their place.

The prospective students, visibly agitated by the sight of their intimidating seniors, couldn't contain their frustration. One of them mustered the courage to shout a cutting remark, only to be met with a chorus of laughter from the seniors. The young student's face flushed with embarrassment, while his comrades cringed in sympathy.

However, a remarkable shift occurred when the seniors' eyes fell upon the princess. Their expressions turned from arrogance to sheer astonishment, causing some of them to drop the food they had brought along.

"U-Unbelievable!" one of the seniors exclaimed, jolting the rest of them back to their senses. "We have a princess among us!" The words escaped their lips, and in unison, they nodded in affirmation, their attitudes transforming like eager dogs seeking their master's approval.

"But who is that guy?" A senior pointedly noticed Clark standing close to Elizabeth, holding her hand. Their frowns deepened, while the prospective students, hidden behind sinister grins, silently reveled in the impending drama.

All eyes were now fixed on Clark, even the white-robed onlookers seemed captivated, curious to witness his next move. Jessy, though patiently waiting for the prospective students to settle down, couldn't help but relish in the small spectacle before her.

Meanwhile, Desmond's curiosity was not directed at Clark, but rather at the seniors themselves. His eyes scanned each one of them meticulously, searching for a particular person, but to no avail.

Clark, feeling the weight of their intense scrutiny, glanced at Elizabeth, only to find her playfully sticking her tongue out before deliberately falling onto his chest, instantly diffusing the tense atmosphere.

Just as Clark was about to speak, the silence shattered by a resounding voice that reverberated throughout the entire arena.

"Brother!"

Those seniors who recognized the voice immediately turned their attention toward the source, their jaws dropping in astonishment. Standing before them was a white-haired lady, her radiant smile and spirited wave directed towards a specific direction.

The sight of this typically distant and cold lady wearing such an expression of joy left the seniors dumbfounded.

The prospective students, confused by the seniors' reactions, saw only a beautiful and elegant lady, smiling and gracefully waving.

"Sister." Another voice emerged, redirecting the crowd's attention to Desmond, who was beaming at the captivating girl.

Desmond smiled warmly at Alice, relieved to see her in such high spirits. He also took note of the presence of another girl beside her, who nodded at him politely. She must be Felix's daughter, he surmised, as Alice gave him a thumbs-up, silently wishing him luck.

Due to their position and the distance between them, engaging in conversation was inconvenient. While Desmond was familiar with sending magical messages to others, he hesitated to use such means with Alice, considering the invisible barriers that surrounded them.

The invisible barriers raised concerns of potential eavesdropping by the academy's personnel. Alice, displaying her astuteness, seemed to understand the situation perfectly, expressing her support by giving him a thumbs-up and playfully hiding behind Felix's daughter.

"I miss you, brother!" Alice's voice suddenly rang in his mind, catching him off guard. Desmond looked at Alice, witnessing her playful giggle before shyly retreating behind Felix's daughter.

A wide grin stretched across Desmond's face as he chuckled in response, his gaze shifting towards the male seniors who stared at him with malicious intent etched on their faces.

The sound of Desmond's chuckle left many of the female seniors dumbstruck, their demeanor softening as their eyes locked onto his mesmerizing gaze.

Matson couldn't help but feel surprised that Desmond knew the silver-haired girl, but then he remembered Desmond had an elder sister, and a tinge of envy crept into his thoughts.

His gaze lingered on the transformed silver-haired girl, who had evolved from an initially cold and immature demeanor into a captivating beauty that enchanted all those who laid eyes upon her.

Gibson, though equally stunned, had a slightly delayed reaction as memories of Alice rejecting his invitation resurfaced. Behind Gibson's bulky frame, Edison discreetly took note of Alice's striking appearance while stealing glances at Desmond.

Meanwhile, Gregory, holding back his punch, couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness seeing the two of them radiating happiness while he struggled with his own hardships, desperately trying to curry favor with another affluent family.

"Alright, enough of that. Let's get started!" Jessy interjected, a wry smile tugging at her lips as she observed the multitude of death glares being directed at Desmond.

*Rumble* *Rumble*

Suddenly, pillars emerged from the stone ground at each corner of the arena. The pillars resembled tombstones, with sharp tips at their ends, but what set them apart was their shimmering silver color, as if crafted entirely from the precious material.

"Wow! The academy must be incredibly wealthy to use Silveral for a mere testing stage," one of the prospective students exclaimed, the others nodding in agreement, their awe evident despite their lack of knowledge.

Simultaneously, a narrow river emerged from the ground, encircling the arena but skillfully avoiding flooding the audience seats. To everyone's surprise, the water rose towards the sky, enveloping the entire colosseum and providing a refreshing coolness that contrasted the prior heat.

The gradual unfolding of these magical phenomena captivated the crowd, leaving the prospective students swallowing nervously at the prospect of water cascading down upon them, while the seniors mockingly laughed at their terrified expressions.

On the other hand, Desmond's brow furrowed in concern as he alternated his gaze between the white-robed individuals and Jessy. Though he marveled at the enchanting display of the water's magic, his attention remained fixated on the pillars.

Should I scan them or not? Desmond pondered for a moment, contemplating whether to utilize his abilities. "System, do you have any information on those pillars?" he silently asked, mesmerized by their elegant appearance and the mysterious aura they exuded.

[ERROR! No data detected to utilize as a variable for scanning!]

[WARNING: Please identify the data through touch or activate the scanning function!]

The appearance of the error message caused the wrinkles on Desmond's forehead to deepen. Never before had he realized that the system, which he had considered nearly infallible, possessed a weakness.

No, the system always had that vulnerability; it was he who had only just realized it. Memories of his past battles, strategizing, surveying his surroundings, utilizing maps, and identifying objects flooded his mind—all actions that required scanning to function properly.

Only when he experimented with something, revisiting his previous combats or engaging in virtual simulations, did the system not necessitate a scan.

A sense of unease washed over Desmond as he sensed something amiss. He vaguely remembered a situation in the past when the system was able to employ the identification function without the need for scanning. However, he pushed the thought aside, focusing his attention on the current unfolding events.

Suddenly, the ambient energy in the surroundings began to converge, swirling and gathering above the arena, forming a mesmerizing display that hovered just above Jessy's head.

"The first match is..." Jessy's voice trailed off, synchronized with the movements of the energy above her. As if possessed by a mystical force, the energy began to inscribe the names of the participating students. The writing speed was neither slow nor excessively fast, but a somber air settled over the prospective students as they caught sight of the first letter being etched into existence.