The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Custom Spell: Barrier

Instantly, an abundance of energy coalesced, weaving a intricate web of protective barriers around Desmond and Alice. The barriers, now fully formed, shimmered with a radiant glow as the magic circles above unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks, each crash echoing through the air.

Amidst the relentless assault from the mages, Desmond remained composed, analyzing the situation with a calm demeanor. "Fifteen first-class wizards and witches, and the remaining are second-class master wizards and witches," he muttered, assessing their strength. "Aside from Weston, who has already perished, Vesta and Greyson are the only ones left. Dispatching them shouldn't pose much difficulty."

As the mages launched their elemental attacks, Desmond's barriers held strong against their assault, effectively keeping them at bay. However, when the master witches and wizards joined the fray, he realized the disparity in power.

It was not merely a gap in skill level; the master witches and wizards possessed a denser and more potent energy, imbuing their attacks with enhanced force and reduced expenditure.

"Yet," Desmond pondered, observing their behavior, "it seems they are hesitant to act while these first-class mages attack me. Their expressions betray a burning desire to intervene, but they remain mere spectators."

Simultaneously, the second-class mages dared not launch an attack, even Vesta and the other melee assailants maintained a cautious distance. Desmond shifted his gaze to the notifications persistently appearing in the bottom corner of his vision.

[Successfully merging the experimental bloodline with the host's body!]

[The purity of the bloodline is an astounding 99%, closely resembling that of true dragon blood!]

[A foreign memory is attempting to enter the host's mind.]

[Eliminate? Y/N]

"No, allow it in," Desmond consented, briefly experiencing a fleeting headache before the sensation dissipated as the newly emerged memory seamlessly integrated into his consciousness.

The memory played out like a vivid video, revealing a shadow-shrouded figure standing resolute, facing the very same black dragon that had captivated Desmond's attention before. The black dragon unleashed a thunderous roar, obliterating the lifeless bodies strewn around the figure, causing them to be violently thrown several meters away.

Though the figure remained obscured in shadow, Desmond could sense the residual essence of power, his muscles reverberating with agony and blood trickling steadily. Uttering words in an unfamiliar language, the figure elicited a reaction from the black dragon, which visibly flinched.

Abruptly, the black dragon, as if drawn by an irresistible force, was engulfed into the figure's shadow. A resounding roar reverberated through the air as the figure summoned the shadowy dragon back, its mighty cry reverberating through the sky.

In an awe-inspiring display, torrents of black flames erupted from the dragon's maw, enveloping the heavens in scorching darkness.

The enigmatic playback abruptly ceased, leaving Desmond with newfound knowledge of the skill employed by the figure, as if it had been directly implanted into his mind.

[System detected a new skill within the host's consciousness!]

[A new spell category has been created, originating from the skill's source and structure!]

['Hellfire Judgment' has been added to the Dragonslayer spell category!]

"A skill of the dragon slayers, a spell intertwined within," Desmond mused. Though skeptical of the memories' origins, the urgency of the situation compelled him to utilize this newfound power.

"I can only subdue them with my skills, not kill," Desmond acknowledged, recognizing that his training had provided him with sufficient strength. If not for the presence of Vesta and Greyson, he would have already dispatched those mages without hesitation.

Facing a swordsman below the 4th class was akin to viewing a defenseless lamb in Desmond's eyes. However, when confronted by a 4th class swordsman utilizing a Powerboost skill, his advantage would be nullified, providing an opening for Vesta to strike him from behind.

The enhancements and swordsmanship skills were not to be underestimated. Desmond himself stood as living proof. Relying on these abilities, he had successfully vanquished the esteemed Grandmaster Weston.

Yet, he had not yet reached the level of a one-man army. Battling continuously against numerous mages and swordsmen left him feeling powerless. The class disparity posed a formidable obstacle. If all the mages possessed equal power, Desmond might have easily dominated the human race with his extraordinary strength.

*Crack*

Suddenly, the barriers surrounding Desmond began to fracture. Glancing around, he discovered that the Master Mages were already in action. Simultaneously, he sensed his body weakening, his vision gradually blurring.

Frowning, he realized he had wasted too much time after eliminating Weston and blocking Greyson's attack.

"Tch! I didn't anticipate that this body would succumb to the pressure," Desmond muttered, embracing his sister and placing her gently on his back. With Alice secured in a piggyback position, he activated his final spell.

"Custom Spell: Light Distortion." Amidst the blinding and destructive onslaught, no one noticed as Desmond and Alice became enveloped by a radiant light, blending seamlessly with their surroundings.

Simultaneously, Desmond's barriers reached their maximum limit, emitting resounding cracks as a flame elemental spear impaled the ground where his original position had been.

"What!" the onlookers exclaimed in surprise, witnessing Desmond and his sister vanish before their eyes. Though they were all experts, none could fathom how such an occurrence could transpire right under their noses.

"Search for him! Respected Mages, employ your spells to trace their whereabouts!" Greyson shouted in a flurry. Unlike the others, he appeared to be the most distraught following Weston's demise in front of his eyes.

His wife, Violet, a Master Witch, interjected with a regretful expression. She understood why her husband was so determined to eliminate Desmond. However, glancing at the expressions of the other master mages, it was evident that none possessed the energy required to cast higher-level spells. She could only bite her lower lip and cast a glance toward Desmond's original location.

...

Meanwhile, Desmond was leaping across rooftops with Alice securely on his back. Each landing was soft and gentle, resembling the light tap of a cat rather than the weight of a human.

Helmfirth, the grand city and the first human settlement, was encircled by towering walls that delineated its districts.

As Desmond made his way through a portal and emerged into the open air, the refreshing breeze and warm sunlight greeted him. Luck seemed to be on his side, as the portal had been installed without any troublesome obstructions hindering his movement.

"I must check on Laura and the others as well," Desmond thought, consulting the map displayed in the corner of his view. He made his way toward the Guild District, where numerous blue dots representing moving figures were concentrated.

Now that the overpower skill had expired, its negative effects had been eliminated. No strange voices plagued his mind, allowing him to maintain his focus and conserve his energy. With his original stats comparable to a 3rd class swordsman, he effortlessly vaulted over the 10-meter walls.

The patrolling soldiers remained oblivious, briefly glancing in Desmond's direction before resuming their observation of the surrounding area.

"Close call," Desmond remarked, observing the nonchalant expressions of the soldiers as he continued running along the walls, eventually leaping off and landing within the Guild District.

*Thud* The moment his feet touched the ground, a crash reverberated in the vicinity. Desmond's surprise turned to concern as he spotted Laura, her clothes torn, being sent flying and colliding with a wall. Nearby, Annie valiantly fended off the soldiers' attacks with her daggers.

"Hehe, we've got ourselves a pretty little thing here," one of the soldiers shamelessly leered at Annie and Laura's attractive figures, prompting laughter from his companions.

"While they may be criminals, none of us knows what they went through before being imprisoned," remarked the soldier, his tongue running over his lower lip.

Annie glared icily at the soldiers, her body already bearing the wounds inflicted by their attacks. Her attire mirrored Laura's, exposing her cleavage and smooth skin.

She stole a quick glance at Laura's condition and grew concerned. Laura's face had drained of color due to energy depletion, barely managing to remain conscious as her legs trembled unsteadily.