The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

At nightfall, Desmond embarked on his journey toward the inner-city gate, striding purposefully through the dimly lit streets. The echo of his footsteps reverberated, drawing the attention of those still lingering on the road. Dust rose from the ground, stirred by his swift and determined movements.

As he traversed the path, Desmond's keen senses alerted him to a commotion nearby. His pace quickened as he caught sight of a group of menacing thieves brandishing their blades, threatening young women with their presence. Determination fueled his steps as he swiftly passed by, determined to reach his destination. The distant silhouette of the gateway to the inner city beckoned him.

"Damn, it feels like an eternity away," Desmond muttered under his breath. He glanced back, contemplating his predicament. "If I don't find a demon soon, maybe it's time to consider giving up."

Suddenly, a cacophonous crash shattered his train of thought, causing him to stumble backward in surprise. "What the hell just happened?" he exclaimed, rising to his feet, his eyes widening at the shocking scene that unfolded before him.

Desmond rubbed his eyes repeatedly, struggling to make sense of what he was witnessing. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" he shouted, unable to contain his disbelief.

Before him stood two men and a middle-aged woman, engaged in an intimate act right in the middle of the road, effectively blocking his path forward.

Dumbfounded, Desmond's voice rang out again, this time with a touch of exasperation. "Get the hell out of the way!"

Unfazed by Desmond's presence, the thieves paid little attention to his protests and continued with their lewd activities.

"Ahh...ahh...Help me!" the woman managed to gasp between her moans, desperately seeking assistance.

"Fine," Desmond replied in a straightforward manner, his resolve unwavering.

Without a moment's hesitation, he unsheathed his blade and swiftly struck at the trio before him.

A sickening pop resonated through the air as their bodies were rent asunder, their upper and lower halves separating in a gruesome display. Crimson torrents gushed forth, drenching the ground in a macabre dance. Desmond swiftly leaped away, ensuring that their blood would not mar his attire, his face devoid of emotion.

He fixed a piercing gaze upon the bewildered thieves, his voice devoid of remorse. "Consider this your second chance in the depths of hell. Enjoy it," he declared before employing a spell of light distortion, obscuring his form, and resuming his relentless sprint toward the gateway.

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Morning arrived, and the sun's radiant rays pierced through the window, casting a bright glow upon Desmond's eyes. His body jolted, swaying from side to side as he gradually awakened from his slumber.

"Young master, Young master, wake up," a familiar voice called out to Desmond, gently rousing him from his slumber. He blinked his eyes, gradually shaking off the remnants of sleep. As his vision cleared, he realized that almost all of his dedicated servants had gathered in his room, their concerned faces peering at him.

"What's the matter, all of you?" Desmond inquired, his voice laced with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

One of the attentive servants stepped forward, his tone respectful yet urgent. "Forgive us for disturbing your rest, young master, but it is already noon. We were concerned that your rigorous training schedule would be interrupted if we did not awaken you."

Upon hearing this, Desmond swiftly directed his gaze towards the window. The sight of the sun hanging high in the sky confirmed that it was indeed the middle of the day. "What?!" he exclaimed, his surprise evident. He quickly surveyed his attire and sighed in relief. "Well, at least I managed to change my clothes."

Turning back to address his loyal servants, Desmond nodded appreciatively. "Thank you for your diligence. You may all go now."

"No need to thank us, young master. It is our duty," one of the servants replied with unwavering loyalty.

As the servants respectfully left the room, Desmond prepared himself for his training session, determined to make up for the time that had slipped away.

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In the vicinity of the forest encircling Desmond's residence, he embarked on his customary routine, honing his swordsmanship skills by wielding a wooden sword and cutting through a sturdy tree trunk. The bark of the tree bore witness to the marks left by his precise strikes—a combination of diagonal slashes, direct stabs, and clean, vertical cuts that seemed to descend from above.

Completing his rigorous sword training, Desmond transitioned seamlessly into practicing his spellcasting abilities. One by one, he unleashed spells rooted in the elements of water, earth, fire, wood, and iron—the foundational elements that formed the basis of all existing magic.

These spells, however, belonged to the realm of lifestyle magic, as Desmond had yet to attain the esteemed title of wizard. The difference lay in their output—a lifestyle spell could scorch a fraction of a tree, whereas a wizard spell possessed the potential to ignite an entire forest.

As Desmond delved into his arcane exercises, he meticulously crafted his own custom spell, a creation that intertwined the sub-element of light. While anyone could attempt such an endeavor, it demanded a keen intellect and boundless imagination. Currently, Desmond was exploring the fusion of two elements within his palms.

"Earth combined with metal... What new entity shall arise from this union?" Desmond pondered aloud, observing his hands, each resonating with one of the aforementioned attributes. With a sense of anticipation, he brought his palms together, initiating an experiment of alchemical synthesis.

[Combination Element Detected]

[Did Host want to combine it? Y/N]

With excitement brimming within him, Desmond swiftly responded, "Yes!"

As the two elements merged, a radiant glow emanated from his hands, intensifying before gradually subsiding. Desmond's anticipation grew, and he anxiously awaited the manifestation of the combined elements.

The fusion of the Earth Element and the Metal Element resulted in an extraordinary phenomenon—a new element that possessed the characteristics of both metal and earth. With focused intent, Desmond directed both his hands towards the towering tree before him.

With a resounding crash, the tall tree succumbed to the force unleashed by the combined element. Its roots were uprooted, leaving behind a gaping hole in the ground. Desmond's eyes widened in astonishment as he witnessed a large mass of metal emerging from the earth's depths.

The metal surged forward, assaulting the tree with calculated strikes, until finally growing in size autonomously and delivering a final, devastating blow.

All of this occurred within a matter of seconds. Overwhelmed by the display of power, Desmond burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Amazing! This metal, usually formed in the air, has now merged with the ground, enabling its manifestation anywhere. This spell will prove invaluable for launching covert attacks against enemies. Hahaha!"

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As evening approached, Alice returned home after a shopping excursion. Eager to find Desmond, she sought out the nearest servant and inquired about his whereabouts, discovering that he was currently engrossed in reading a book in the library.

"Brother, it's time to get ready," Alice announced upon entering the library.

"I was ready long ago, Sis," Desmond replied with a smile.

Observing Desmond's choice of attire, Alice shook her head disapprovingly. "No, that won't do for the King's party. Come with me, we need to change." She firmly grasped Desmond's hand and led him back to his room.

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After swapping their clothes, Desmond glanced at Alice and was taken aback. She was adorned in a long black gown with elegant, flowing sleeves that exposed her shoulders. The dress tastefully covered her cleavage while accentuating her long legs, revealing the smooth skin on each side of her shoulders. It was a captivating ensemble that left a lasting impression.

"Sis, why are you dressed like that?" Desmond questioned, aware that trouble often followed when she chose such attire.

Alice smirked mischievously. "Why not? Do I not look good? Ehehehe, I know I look good. That's why you're questioning me, brother."

Desmond found himself at a loss for words. He wanted to warn Alice about the potential troubles that might arise, but he also understood that it would hurt her feelings.

Sighing softly, he muttered, "Women are complex creatures," while gazing at the enchanting moonlit night.

Upon hearing his remark, Alice playfully pinched Desmond. "What kind of praise is that?! Let's not waste any more time. We should leave before it gets too late."