The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

The next day, as the sun began to rise, its golden rays pierced through the gap in the cave, casting a warm glow on the young couple nestled against the rough cave wall. The man, Desmond, had a cascade of dark brown hair that flowed over his shoulders, unmistakably his defining feature.

As Desmond's magenta eyes slowly fluttered open, his vision remained hazy, but he felt a soft and comforting presence pressed against his body. With a smile, he turned his gaze towards the figure beside him. "I'm relieved to see you're safe, but time waits for no one."

Under the vast blue sky, accompanied by the cheerful melody of chirping birds, the morning light struggled to penetrate the cave's entrance, obstructed by a massive stone. Gradually, pebbles began to dislodge from the stone, falling one by one, until the entire obstruction crumbled away, unveiling the outside world. Bright sunlight poured in, momentarily blinding Desmond.

Simultaneously, a menacing roar resonated through the air, drawing Desmond's attention away from the light. His gaze met the hungry, resentful eyes of a gathering horde of beasts from the savage beast race, fixated on the two of them at the mouth of the cave.

The beasts' roars reverberated, causing the cave to tremble and vibrate. The rumbling of their stomachs and the continuous droplets of saliva falling from their fangs would have instilled fear in the hearts of ordinary people, even first-class swordsmen or mages.

However, in the face of this terrifying sight, Desmond remained steadfast, devoid of fear or anxiety. Cold determination flickered in his eyes as his hands began to move.

Drawing upon his inner power, Desmond unleashed his custom spell, Area Spike, with a single commanding wave of his hand. The energy within him surged forth, melding with the natural energy that surrounded him. Inside the cave, Shelty stirred in her slumber, her gentle snores a stark contrast to the cries and howls of the wolf-like beasts outside, accompanied by the ground's low rumbles.

As the commotion gradually subsided, Shelty, who had been peacefully dozing, elegantly rubbed her eyes and directed her gaze towards her young master, studying his unfamiliar expression. "Y-Young master? Good morning?" she murmured softly, shielding her eyes from the blinding light with delicate hands. Her long ears twitched as the melodious chorus of birdsong reached her ears.

"Good morning. Prepare yourself; we need to keep moving," Desmond replied, his smile warm as he observed the sparkle in Shelty's wide-open, disbelieving dark blue eyes. She couldn't fathom the transformation her young master had undergone, and she dared not question it, choosing instead to hide her face by lowering her head.

However, a flurry of hazy memories flashed through Shelty's mind, causing her cheeks to flush with color.

...

With Shelty securely on his back, Desmond noticed a significant reduction in the number of beasts within the vicinity. Whereas before, he would face the relentless assault of a few or even an entire pack of beasts, now only a desolate emptiness greeted him, with a couple of beasts lurking in the shadows.

Meanwhile, Shelty, having forgotten the harrowing events of the previous night, looked around with childlike curiosity. This was the first time she felt a true sense of safety after their arduous journey.

As they continued running, Desmond couldn't help but feel the weight of Shelty's ample bosom pressing against his back, causing him some discomfort. "Her assets are larger than my sister's and the other maids'," Desmond muttered to himself.

At just eleven years old, even in a world where societal norms allowed marriage at his age, he struggled to accept such realities, his modern sensibilities conflicting with tradition.

Amidst their journey, if asked to choose between the maids and girls his own age, Desmond would undoubtedly opt for the latter. He let out a huff, acknowledging the need to calm his mind and redirect his focus towards becoming stronger.

In a world where an individual's power dictated the course of events, Desmond understood that by attaining great strength, he could transcend the opinions and judgments of others.

...

After several hours of relentless running, they finally reached an area where the trees became sparse, giving way to barren land. Desmond halted at the entrance of their concealed base and gently lowered Shelty to the ground.

"Ouch! Why are we stopping here?" Shelty thought, her eyebrows knitting together as she realized a rock had scratched the sole of her foot.

"We have arrived," Desmond announced, stepping towards one of the cactus plants encircled by thorny stones. He lightly tapped the stone, causing the ground to rise and reveal a pitch-black tunnel leading underground.

Desmond turned around and noticed Shelty staring at the tunnel, her expression filled with astonishment. He guided her along, and they soon found themselves in a scene where a frozen landscape hovered above a small lake, populated by numerous familiar faces.

"Young master!"

"Brother!"

The maids bowed and greeted Desmond before their eyes shifted towards the girl standing behind him.

In contrast, the limited light emanating from a massive tower at the center of the underground base left Shelty speechless as she gingerly stepped onto the vibrant bluegrass. Her mouth hung open, but no words emerged.

"Felix, come with me," Desmond instructed, engaging in a brief conversation with the girls before leading Felix to his laboratory. In his hand, he held a glass vial containing the blood of a Flying Lizard.

"Yes, young master," Felix responded. From the moment Desmond arrived, Felix had maintained a polite smile while waiting with his ten subordinates. Having lost his daughter, he now dedicated himself to fulfilling her aspirations and wholeheartedly serving his young master. It appeared that his destiny had become intertwined with this family.

...

As Desmond ascended the icy staircase, he noticed that his old mansion had been cleaned, yet it exuded an air of untouched desolation. Although he had only been away for a few days, the atmosphere felt peculiar and unsettling.

Gone were the bones, the corpses, and the putrid stench, replaced by an eerie tranquility, with only a single flickering light illuminating the surroundings. Desmond shook his head, trying to dispel the strange sensation, and continued onward.

Finally, they reached his laboratory, a room adorned with cauldrons containing a myriad of blood samples from various beasts. This was Felix's first time setting foot in the room, yet rather than being appalled by his young master's apparent cruelty, he felt a sense of curiosity about what Desmond had been working on in the past few months.

"Please have a seat there," Desmond instructed without turning around, pointing towards a corner of the room where a long wooden table and chair stood.

Approaching an empty cauldron, he retrieved the vial containing the blood of the Flying Lizards from his pocket and poured its contents into the vessel.

"System, begin analyzing and find any possible leads to trace the origin of this blood," Desmond commanded, watching as the green liquid slowly poured in, forming a small pool within the cauldron.

[Starting the task...]

[Using the host's energy as an indicator and extraction tool.]

[Accessing knowledge from the host's brain.]

As the system commenced its work, Desmond's body instinctively moved on its own. He took a sip of the blood, allowing his magic to crystallize it, while simultaneously conjuring flames in his other hand to melt the frozen blood suspended above the cauldron.

With meticulous precision, Desmond strived to obtain the cleanest and purest blood as the primary material. In one hand, he carefully adjusted the temperature of the cauldron, manipulating the surrounding energy to form small branches made of wood and metal. Placing them beneath the cauldron, they served as a support structure.

Sipping once more, he continued the process of refining the blood. Each time the blood underwent the cycle of melting and freezing, the refined portion would drop back into the cauldron, mixing with the remaining unrefined blood that slowly evaporated. The constant repetition of this method allowed the blood to be gradually purified.

Throughout the refining process, fragments of knowledge entered Desmond's mind one by one. While the system possessed immense capabilities, it lacked a physical form to execute orders. Thus, the burden fell upon Desmond to perform the necessary actions.

Several hours passed, and the cauldron became enveloped in a dense white smoke. Yet, amidst the haze, the notification Desmond had been eagerly awaiting finally appeared, jolting his focus back into the present.

[A drop of pure blood has been acquired. Efforts will be made to preserve the remaining blood]

As the smoke dissipated, the once-green pool of blood had transformed into a single, extraordinary drop. Unlike its previous state, this blood emitted a captivating sparkle and was enveloped by a faint layer of red smoke. The contrast between the vibrant green color of the blood and the ethereal red smoke outlining it gave the drop a truly remarkable appearance.