The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"What a fool," Desmond thought to himself, observing the events unfolding within the separated dimension crafted by Weston. He had witnessed every detail, from the moment Weston cast the spells to the final glances exchanged by the people trapped within.

"Please wait a bit longer, sister," Desmond whispered inwardly, his attention shifting to the notifications screen displayed before him.

[Eliminating the perplexing memories that disturb the host's mind...]

[The process is complete!]

[System detecting a resonance between the host's blood and the current custom skill 'Overpower.']

[The limit on the custom skill 'Overpower' has been removed!]

[Restoring the host's energy to its full state!]

[A change has occurred in the host's race!]

[Race: Half-Dragon (30%) -> Race: Dragon]

[Displaying the updated stats...]

[-Status-

Name: Desmond

Gender: Male

Age: 10 years

Race: Dragon

Class: 0th Dragon Slayer

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 90.00

Strength: 268.00 (67.00)

Agility: 264.00 (66.00)

Stamina: 18.00

Dragon Essences: 0]

Despite the transformation in his race, Desmond didn't sense any immediate changes within himself. However, he could now feel a slightly stronger connection between him and the enigmatic black dragon. The sudden surge of negative emotions that had invaded his mind had dissipated.

"Old man, you must be tired of waiting for me, right?" Desmond's sudden movement surprised Weston, who had been resting with a pallid expression.

Curiosity enveloped Desmond as he observed the dark dimension around him, noticing that his movements seemed slightly slower than usual. "Is this a time-controlling spell? An expert enchantment, perhaps?" It puzzled him that only his body was affected, allowing him to speak and react normally.

Weston remained silent, clearly trying to buy more time for himself to recover his lost energy. His vigilant gaze locked onto Desmond, who returned the stare.

Understanding Weston's intentions, Desmond suddenly vanished from his spot. Although the spell had slowed his speed, his strength, surpassing that of a peak swordsman, rendered the slowing effect ineffective.

*Boom!*

Desmond's sudden disappearance caused the flat ground of the dimension to explode, leaving behind a massive crater and a swirling cloud of dust. Weston's face contorted into seriousness as he began gathering energy, hastily chanting a spell.

Attempting to locate Desmond amidst the haze and debris that flew towards him, Weston struggled to see clearly.

On Desmond's end, he had already materialized right in front of Weston, who remained oblivious to his presence. Desmond observed Weston's sluggish movements and saw his mouth moving at a snail's pace while his eyes searched for his own body, furrowing his brow in confusion.

Desmond also noticed that parts of Weston's skin appeared elastic, as if devoid of any flesh within. The slow influx of energy into Weston's body made him appear pitiful in Desmond's eyes.

With a gentle yet deliberate motion, Desmond's hand reached for Weston's neck, while his other hand pressed against his chest. Upon contact, a wave of fear washed over Weston's face.

Desmond could hear the escalating thump of the old man's heartbeat. Simultaneously, the controlled rhythm of Weston's breath turned erratic, and beads of sweat began to form upon his forehead.

"Goodbye, old man," Desmond uttered slowly. He yanked Weston's neck and thrust his palm through the old man's heart. As Desmond raised his hand, holding Weston's head, all the bones followed, leaving behind only a skin-covered shell.

*Explosion*

As the slow-motion effect came to an end, blood erupted from Weston's lifeless body, leaving only his head and heart in Desmond's hands.

However, Desmond's expression swiftly shifted to a frown when he noticed a barrage of elemental attacks materializing out of thin air, all aimed at him simultaneously.

With agile movements, he deftly maneuvered between the spells, leaping through the air to avoid their impact. Finally, he safely landed back in Weston's original position.

"What a troublesome old man," Desmond muttered. Despite confirming Weston's demise through the system, the ambush he had set up could have been fatal for Desmond.

Initially, Weston had already been weakened after casting three spells simultaneously. Additionally, due to a miscalculation, Weston had underestimated Desmond's combat prowess, assuming him to be a mere first-class swordsman. That was why his Expert Spell of Time Control had failed to affect Desmond.

"He truly is a cunning old fox. Had he perceived me as a first-class swordsman, I might have succumbed to his successive magical onslaught."

The black dimension shattered, the spells dissipating instantaneously, leaving Desmond standing alone with Weston's lifeless body on the ground.

"System, absorb," Desmond muttered, storing one of Weston's body parts in his pocket.

[Begin Absorbing… | Time left: 6 hours 05 sec]

The onlookers in the vicinity remained stunned by the sudden turn of events. They had witnessed invisible barriers enveloping Desmond and Weston, but in the blink of an eye, Weston's decapitated body now lay motionless on the ground.

*Boom!*

Reacting swiftly, the mages completed their chants and launched their spells at Desmond. However, when their eyes settled on him, he had already vanished from sight.

Simultaneously, a loud shattering noise reverberated from behind them. Turning their heads, they discovered Desmond holding his sister tenderly in his arms, caressing her cheeks.

Meanwhile, Desmond's expression fluctuated between anxiety, fear, rage, and finally, he could only wipe away the tears from his sister's eyes.

"Basic Spell: Heal."

[Host is penalized for using spells of the first-class level]

[The effect has been reduced, healing time increased, and recovery speed slowed]

[System detects Host is sharing energy with other entities]

[Trait Effect [3] Applied: Decrease shared effect by -10%]

Desmond paid little attention to the multitude of notifications obstructing his view. Instead, his focus remained fixated on the blood staining his hands, while he listened to the feeble breath escaping his sister's lips.

"Sister..." Desmond murmured softly, his gaze tenderly fixed upon her face, now devoid of any impurities. Her once fair complexion had turned pallid due to blood loss, yet she managed to draw breath.

"B-r-to-," As Desmond noticed his sister slowly opening her eyes and weakly uttering his name, a subtle change overcame his expression, causing his hand to rotate, palm facing backward.

*Crushing sound*

A gust of wind abruptly pressed against his back as a blade materialized out of thin air, aimed at his head, with his sister's body as the secondary target. Blood began to trickle as the blade successfully pierced his palm, nearly reaching his head.

*Crack*

As Desmond withstood the assault, the wooden floor beneath him splintered, sending shockwaves through the surrounding area. Thankfully, he held his sister securely in his embrace, preventing her from falling into the small, newly formed pit.

Desmond's gaze shifted, catching a glimpse of Greyson, tears streaming down his face, as the wielder of the blade aimed at him.

"ACCEPT YOUR DEATH!" Greyson's voice reverberated through the air, his scream filled with anguish and determination. The soldiers, having regained their footing, rallied behind Greyson, charging forward with spears pointed menacingly at Desmond.

From a distance, Jessy and the others had readied their spells, encircling Desmond and Alice with numerous floating magic circles, just as they had done before.