The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Desmond found himself grappling with a decision, his thoughts swirling within him. Should he attempt it or not? The allure of absorbing the energy intrigued him, tugging at his curiosity. Deep down, his heart whispered for him to give it a try, but his logical mind warned against it, emphasizing the safety of the alternative.

Injecting the blood directly into his body held many possibilities, both positive and negative. There could be potential side effects, lingering harm within the cells, or even parasites concealed within the blood, despite the system's assurance of safety. However, the prospect of gaining additional stats or abilities, like the impenetrable skin of a Flying Lizard, danced in his imagination.

Desmond settled into a worn wooden chair, his chin resting in his hands as he narrowed his eyes, fixating on the cauldron's vivid green blood. The system claimed it was 100% safe for his virtual body, but this experiment would involve his real self. The desire to take the risk tugged at him, but risking his life for a meager benefit hardly seemed worth mentioning.

After a long period of contemplation, Desmond finally made up his mind. He sent a magical message to summon Felix. It didn't take long for a knocking sound to reverberate from the door. Simultaneously, Felix entered the room and bowed respectfully, maintaining a smile on his face.

A figure stood beside him, a girl with lustrous silver hair cascading down to her buttocks, her wide green eyes taking in her surroundings.

Upon laying eyes on the figure, Desmond experienced a momentary stupor. His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips curled up slightly. "Welcome to my laboratory, sister," he spoke, his voice laced with surprise.

Alice, however, didn't respond immediately. She was taken aback, her gaze sweeping across the myriad of cauldrons and the assortment of blood they held. Gradually, her expression returned to normal as she looked at her brother, nodding and offering a faint smile. "You've been working hard, brother."

Despite her smile, Alice found it challenging to feign composure after witnessing the state of his room. It evoked memories of a different time when her brother had instructed her to slay a demon. Living in a secure and comfortable environment for three years had caused her to slowly forget the experience of taking a life with her own hands.

"Why did you come here?" Desmond understood her mindset and smiled faintly, observing her reactions. He didn't feel the need to explain, instead wanting her to grow accustomed to this environment. At the same time, he glanced at Felix, who shrugged and shook his head helplessly in response.

Alice, controlling natural energy, handed him his lunch. A pair of frozen hands materialized from thin air, presenting the plate before him. Ignoring his reaction, she settled in the corner of the room, creating an ice block to serve as her chair.

"I was simply curious about what my little brother has been occupied with all this time," she remarked with a smile, narrowing her eyes at him. Although it may have seemed self-centered, her true concern lay in his well-being.

For the past few months, Desmond had secluded himself within this mansion, surrounded by various types of blood and unpleasant odors.

It was an unbearable situation for anyone. Even the maids stole glances at the mansion, their watchful eyes mirroring her own worries. If not for Desmond's orders, they would likely find themselves in the same position as Alice.

Before Desmond could utter a word, his sister interjected, her voice filled with sincerity and a touch of panic. "I won't touch anything, I'll obediently sit here," she declared, her face displaying a hint of worry.

Almost immediately after speaking, she began chanting a spell, her mouth forming the words, "Control Element: Ice Wall!" The white natural energy in the room converged around her, manifesting as a transparent frozen barrier that separated her from the rest of the space.

Desmond observed his sister, noticing the beads of sweat on her forehead and the slight panting. His eyebrows raised, and he contemplated her for a moment before reaching a decision. "Fine," he sighed, conceding to her persistence.

Alice's eyes sparkled, her lips curling into a smile as she heard his response. "Yes!" she exclaimed, dimples forming on her cheeks, and she swung her feet excitedly.

With the command given, the room trembled, the cauldrons sliding to the side and aligning themselves in a neat row, creating a wide empty space in the middle. As Desmond harnessed his magic, Felix, who stood at the door, was suddenly pulled towards him.

...

"After I inject this into your body, let me know immediately if you experience any sensations—pain, pleasure, or anything else," Desmond instructed, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and authority.

"Yes, young master," Felix replied, his brow furrowed with concentration.

Within the room stood a prison constructed of metal, its spikes menacingly pointed inward. Resting within the prison was a seemingly ordinary water bed, created using the water element. Several magic crystals were embedded in the corners of the structure, providing sustenance to the water bed and releasing occasional sparks of lightning that danced along the iron bars.

Desmond found himself enclosed within the prison, holding a peculiar-looking syringe in his hands. Beside him sat a miniature cauldron containing the pure blood of the Flying Lizard. In this medieval era, medical tools such as syringes were unheard of, and potions were typically stored in vessels crafted from Adamantystal, a material known for its durability.

However, Desmond had discovered that while these vessels protected the potions from breakage, they were not ideal for long-term storage, leading to a decrease in potency over time.

"Their way of thinking remains primitive, even after the discovery of magic within their bodies. If this were my world from the past, countless genius scientists would have emerged by now," Desmond mused to himself.

He had managed to fashion a syringe using a glass barrel and a needle made by roughly melting iron, its tip punctured with a small hole to allow the blood to flow. Despite its makeshift nature, the needle remained sharp enough to pierce the skin.

Carefully, Desmond began to draw the Flying Lizard's blood from the cauldron into his custom-made syringe. He held his hands steady above the cauldron, fearing any leakage from the syringe barrel. Once the barrel was filled with the vibrant green blood, he cautiously attempted to flip the syringe, causing the blood inside to swirl turbulently.

*Pop!*

A single drop of green blood splashed into the cauldron, followed by a rapid stream that replenished its contents, leaving the glass barrel of the syringe empty. Desmond and Felix, both in their respective positions, were left momentarily speechless by this unexpected turn of events.

Desmond glanced at the syringe and realized that the blood had leaked from the needle, indicating that the hole he had made was too large.