The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Control Element: Wood!

Desmond focused his attention on the spell at hand, his eyes glowing with determination as he harnessed his magical energy. With a surge of power, he commanded the elements, causing a piece of wood to materialize from the ground before him. The wooden fragment slowly transformed, taking the shape of an elegant cup.

As the wooden cup took form, a soft whisper of wind carried fine grains of sand that danced through the air, encircling Desmond and the cup. The ambient sound of the surroundings was momentarily overtaken by the gentle *swoosh* of the wind, as if paying homage to the magical process unfolding.

In an instant, a sudden burst of flames erupted, their intense heat melting the sand into a seething, molten state. However, the wooden cup remained protected by a small water cyclone swirling around its exterior, shielding it from the blistering temperatures. The clash of elements created a mesmerizing spectacle, with the fiery sand and the protective whirlpool engaged in a delicate dance.

As time passed, the temperature reached its zenith, signaling Desmond's cue to manipulate the elements once more. With a deft gesture, he commanded the water cyclone to recede, allowing the scorching lava from the sand to meld seamlessly with the shape of the wooden cup.

The convergence of the lava and the cup birthed a swirling mist, evoking an ethereal atmosphere as the wooden vessel began to evaporate, leaving behind a transformed essence.

Just as the lava assumed the form of the cup, a shimmering substance manifested in the air, coalescing from the surrounding energy. It was a white silver metal known as Chromium, which gracefully maneuvered through the shaping process, altering the red-hot lava to become taller and more tapered, giving it a refined and purposeful appearance.

After a few heartbeats, the mist dissipated, revealing a meticulously crafted glass bottle resting on the ground. Its surface gleamed with pristine clarity, flawlessly reflecting Desmond's own figure. A sense of satisfaction washed over him as he marveled at the bottle's exquisite craftsmanship.

"Not a bad result," Desmond muttered appreciatively, taking hold of the bottle and carefully depositing the green blood into its confines. His gaze fell upon the viscous fluid, which clung to the glass, undulating with a mass-like motion, rendering it thick and gelatinous. Unlike human blood, the blood of the beast race possessed a distinctive thickness and a pungent odor.

The knowledge of glassmaking had come to Desmond in a time of need when he sought a vessel to store the blood of wolves. Through numerous trials and his knowledge from a different world, he had discovered that the process of making glass was not as daunting as it seemed, requiring only sand as the main ingredient.

Even in this barren, high-temperature land, Desmond noticed several naturally formed, unshaped glasses, a testament to nature's artistry.

"Now, I only need one more ingredient, and I won't have to waste much time hunting Wyverns," Desmond concluded, casting a glance at his statistics and the requirements to become a 1st class Dragonslayer. His gaze then shifted in the direction his subordinates had departed, heading toward the Imperial Empire. It appeared he would once again join them on their journey.

"I hope they've managed to stay alive," Desmond muttered under his breath, his gaze lingering on the surrounding corpses. Leaving them behind would be a great waste, but carrying them was not feasible. A hint of regret tugged at him momentarily before he shook his head.

With a flick of his fingers, a dark magenta flame materialized out of thin air, consuming the blood and corpses until only ashes remained, swiftly dispersed by the wind.

Just as Desmond was preparing to employ his formidable skills

as a swordsman, a white dot caught his attention on the map, emerging from the direction of the North Kingdom territory and gradually making its way toward his secret hideout.

"Ah, I nearly forgot about her," a vivid image of a woman with elongated ears flashed across Desmond's mind. They had maintained communication through magical messages in the past.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Desmond changed his course, his body pulsating with energy. Veins protruded beneath his reddening skin, and the ground beneath him quivered as cracks formed, a testament to the immense power surging within him.

"Swordsman Skill: Body Enhancement!" he declared with conviction.

In an explosive burst, the ground beneath Desmond shattered, giving birth to a massive crater and unleashing a tremendous impact on the surroundings. The force of his power sent clouds scattering from their original position, while a myriad of miniature typhoons danced in the aftermath, a testament to his unparalleled might.

Desmond's incredible power as a swordsman beyond the 4th class was on full display as he raced through the terrain. The world around him blurred, beasts attempting to seize him only to be swiftly dispatched, their bodies torn asunder. The impact of his swift movement created a formidable gust of wind that showcased the sheer force behind his speed.

Desmond marveled at his own abilities, acknowledging the direct correlation between his enhanced stats and his augmented physical prowess.

With remarkable agility, Desmond skillfully maneuvered through the dense forest, effortlessly evading tall trees while dispatching any beasts that crossed his path. However, he refrained from absorbing their energy, knowing that halting abruptly would result in a calamitous collision and waste precious time collecting energy from meager sources.

In just a single hour, he covered an astounding distance of 300 kilometers, his swordsman skills and his augmented physique propelling him forward. Traveling alone proved to be the most advantageous choice for him.

...

As Desmond approached the vicinity of the white dot on his map, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange hue upon the previously barren landscape. The once desolate terrain had transformed into a dense jungle, accompanied by the soothing symphony of chirping crickets. Darkness crept in, enveloping everything in its obsidian cloak.

"Basic Spell: Wardspell," Desmond chanted softly, conjuring a magical circle from thin air. Energies converged at the center, forming a luminous white sphere that hovered protectively around him. Casting spells, a reminder of his mother and sister from the academy, always irked him due to the mandatory summoning of magic circles. That was one of the reasons why he favored Control Element spells.

Guided by the white dot on his map, Desmond cautiously made his way through the tall grass, which obstructed his view. His destination remained stationary, showing no signs of movement. He called out to Shelty through a magic message but received no response.

Upon reaching the marked spot, Desmond discovered a small cave illuminated by a flickering light, casting a shadow of a person with elongated ears and flowing hair. Intrigued, he pondered, "What is she doing?" Desmond made his presence known as his footsteps echoed through the cavern. The hovering ball of light caught the attention of nearby beasts, who observed him but made no move to attack.

"Shelty?" Desmond called out, his voice reverberating through the cave. Inside, he found an elf girl with long, light brown hair lying on the ground, her face flushed and her breathing shallow. Her torn clothes revealed her ample bosom, while remaining threads covered her intimate areas, preserving her modesty.

"What has happened to you?" Desmond's concern was evident as he gently held her body, assessing her condition. Though devoid of any visible wounds, her body radiated heat, as if afflicted by a severe fever.

"Young master," Shelty weakly uttered, her eyes widening in astonishment upon seeing Desmond's face with his brows furrowed.

Noticing her emaciated frame, Desmond's expression darkened. While her chest still retained its fullness, her stomach bore numerous blue marks, emitting a guttural growling sound.

"Stay here for now. I will fetch some food," Desmond declared, his eleven years in this world, and recent months spent evading pursuit from the North Kingdom, had made him realize the profound value of those closest to him. Laura, Annie, Shelty, and the other loyal servants who had served his family for years were now considered an integral part of his own.

However, when he referred to his subordinates, he meant those who hailed from his own household, as the individuals affiliated with Felix's group remained strangers in his eyes.