The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"Desmond vs. Elizabeth!"

There he stood once more, commanding the attention of all in the colosseum. As the radiant glow of white light faded, an air of anticipation settled upon the crowd, especially among the younger generation who were all too familiar with Desmond's prowess. They remained in awe, unable to fathom how he continually outmatched them.

Yet, deep down, they all harbored the same undeniable truth—Desmond was a force to be reckoned with.

On the opposite side, the seniors found themselves bewildered by this sudden turn of events. The juniors, who were usually a lively bunch, now stood silent, fixated on the boy who bore a striking resemblance to the esteemed beauty, Alice. Their gaze shifted between Desmond and Alice, as confusion clouded their minds.

Elizabeth, however, wore a furrowed brow as she observed him. The next match seemed to escape her attention as her big, bright blue eyes oscillated between Desmond and Alice. She couldn't help but acknowledge Alice's unparalleled beauty, an inner commentary echoing in her thoughts.

Though a princess herself, adored by the people for her grace and allure, Elizabeth felt a twinge of discomfort witnessing the bond between Desmond and his sister. It was a sentiment she had never experienced before, not even when Clark held her hand in public, which had merely caused embarrassment.

Attempting to regain composure, she forced positive thoughts to the forefront of her mind. Unbeknownst to Elizabeth, however, her ever-changing expressions had not gone unnoticed by Clark, whose countenance darkened with each shift of her gaze toward Desmond.

Meanwhile, Gabriela's eyes blazed with resentment as she glared at Desmond. For the first time, she felt a sting of humiliation. The unknown adversary who had bested her had ignited a growing animosity within her towards Desmond.

Diana, too, fixated on Desmond with intense fervor, witnessed his unparalleled strength. Her prior assumptions shattered, as she had always believed Desmond to be only slightly superior to herself. In truth, he was capable of overpowering them all without breaking a sweat. A heat surged through her body, a newfound appreciation forming in her eyes as her lips curved, betraying a subtle smile.

Unlike Elizabeth, Diana remained indifferent to the other girls vying for Desmond's attention. As the second girl after Alice to spend significant time with him, she found herself stirred by excitement whenever she was in his presence. At first, she had been oblivious, reluctant to admit her feelings. But gradually, that seed of excitement blossomed into something deeper—a fondness, a love.

"Hmm? What's happening? Why is everyone suddenly silent?" Jessy, observing the peculiar behavior of her fellow prospective students, couldn't help but inquire, her gaze following theirs to where Desmond stood. As understanding dawned upon her, she nodded in quiet realization. Speaking softly, she muttered an incantation that enveloped her in a shroud of water, causing her to vanish from sight.

"The battle shall commence in the next five minutes," her ethereal voice reverberated through the colosseum, capturing the attention of the distracted crowd. The prospect of impending combat refocused their energies.

"Good luck, my princess!" Cheers erupted from the crowd as they rallied behind Elizabeth, sensing her unease and hoping to offer support. Amidst the cheers, a voice resonated, laced with a touch of menace, "You've got this! If he dares to lay a finger on you, I'll make sure his legs are shattered!" The words hung heavy in the air, instantly silencing the colosseum once more.

Annoyed by Desmond's audacity, none among them dared to face his might, fully aware of the immense power he wielded.

The prospective students shifted their attention to the senior who had boldly spoken. His head held high, he even assumed a fighting stance, as if ready to deliver a punch. The sight elicited shaking heads and skeptical glances from the younger students, who doubted he would maintain his bravado once faced with Desmond's might.

Meanwhile, Desmond found himself lost in thought, his mind preoccupied with memories of the system error. Suddenly, a realization struck him, and he snapped his fingers in excitement. "Ah, why have I been so foolish? System, search for information on Silveral!" he commanded eagerly within his mind.

The translucent screen before his eyes diligently carried out the task, scanning his mental database using the keyword 'Silveral.' Desmond's gaze remained fixated on the hovering screen as it sifted through the information. Finally, the search concluded, displaying the desired data before him.

[One matching result found! Displaying data!]

Desmond absorbed the information, his eyes focused on the screen:

[Name: Silveral

Grade: Rare

Information: A combination of Silver and Magic Crystal. While slightly weaker in terms of protection compared to Adamantystal, Silveral excels in energy storage capabilities.

Silveral is commonly utilized in the creation of rings, infused into robes, or incorporated into objects requiring substantial energy consumption or protection against mage attacks. It serves as an excellent medium for energy storage.

The system acquired this information when the Host was reading the book titled 'The Material of Saint World.']

Impressed by the creativity of the people in this world, Desmond couldn't help but marvel. They had inadvertently created a miniature version of a database. It was likely that those who worked in the library or mages themselves were responsible for the invention of this combination of common silver and magic crystal.

Satisfied with the newfound knowledge, Desmond redirected his attention to the present moment. However, he soon noticed that most eyes in the vicinity were fixed on him. Diana's gaze burned with intensity, while Clark and Elizabeth shot him deathly stares. Confusion knitted his brow as he surveyed the stage, realizing that the white-robed individuals and Jessy had vanished.

Lifting his gaze, he spotted a hovering timer displaying white text.

"The contestants have been announced. But who are they?" Desmond pondered.

"Go, go, brother!" Alice's voice echoed in his mind, snapping Desmond back to the situation at hand. Before he could respond to her, a white light enveloped him, teleporting him instantaneously into the arena.

Although the crowd's clamor seemed like cheers, Desmond discerned that none were calling out his name. His attention shifted to the Silveral pillars, which emitted a brilliant blue glow. The luminescence expanded, creating an invisible barrier that safeguarded the spectators from the contestants' spells.

Unlike the earlier invisible barrier, this one emitted a buzzing noise and flickered intermittently.

As Desmond observed the changes, he approached the barrier and reached out to touch it. The area he touched distorted, eliciting a bouncing repulsion that gently pushed his fingers away. The crowd found his behavior amusing, observing him as if he were a monkey donning a hat.

"He truly doesn't take this test seriously! Only doom awaits him!" mocked one of the seniors, prompting wry smiles from the prospective students who understood the futility of such jests.

As time ticked by, the astonishment at Desmond's audacity grew among the onlookers. Their confusion deepened as they questioned why only he had been teleported to the arena.

"What's going on? Is the academy expressing their annoyance with his behavior?" one student asked, voicing the collective bewilderment. The seniors who had been laughing along soon realized the error themselves.

"No! Look at the timer!" someone exclaimed, pointing at the countdown display that now read zero. It became evident that Desmond had been mistakenly transported before the allotted time had elapsed.

This time, even the prospective students couldn't contain their laughter at his predicament. As the amusement spread, Elizabeth found herself encased in a radiant aura.

Upon her arrival in the arena, her once cheerful smile transformed into an icy glare. The warmth of her holiness radiated outward, presenting a stark contrast.

"Please maintain your composure, young masters and young ladies," Elizabeth spoke, her voice carrying an air of authority. The crowd fell into a hushed silence, their fear and nervousness palpable as their mouths quivered.

"Thank you," Elizabeth acknowledged the newfound calmness, her gaze shifting toward Desmond, who had already concluded his examination of the barriers. A mischievous chuckle escaped her lips as she playfully covered her mouth with a gloved hand.

"Did you happen to discover anything of value, Master Desmond?" she inquired, the glint of curiosity sparkling in her eyes.