The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

After meticulously repairing the syringe, Desmond returned, cradling it delicately in his hand. The syringe gleamed with a perfect balance of form and function, its translucent barrel holding a swirling crimson liquid—the essence of Flying Lizard blood.

"Please, lie down," Desmond spoke with a solemnity that matched the weight of his task. He narrowed his brows and squinted at the sharp needle, its tip poised to breach Felix's skin.

Without explicitly specifying the injection site, Desmond chose the path of least resistance and guided the needle into Felix's right hand. As it pierced his skin, the needle glided through with a disconcerting ease, like slicing through a soft loaf of bread, resulting in a crimson stream of blood.

Concurrently, the verdant contents of the syringe's barrel flowed leisurely through the needle, finding their way into Felix's body. Desmond observed the process closely, stealing occasional glances at Felix's face from the corners of his eyes. Instead of witnessing pain etching across Felix's features, he was greeted with a smile—a profound trust emanating from his expression.

"System, commence monitoring Felix's body," Desmond commanded, his voice filled with anticipation.

[Initiating the task...]

[Utilizing the Host's energy as the primary variable to establish a connection with the target body.]

As the system tapped into Desmond's energy, Felix's surprise was palpable, evident in the sudden raise of his eyebrows. Initially met with resistance as Desmond's energy sought entry, a simple exchange of eye contact seemed to dissipate the barrier, allowing Desmond's energy to meld with Felix's own.

[A connection has been established.]

[Commencing monitoring and retrieving comprehensive data from the target...]

[A new set of data has been acquired!]

[Displaying the data...]

[-Status-

Name: Felix

Sex: Male

Age: 71 years

Race: Human

Class: 4th class Swordsman

Occupation: Butler

Unique Energy: 25.91

Strength: 80.00

Agility: 81.00

Stamina: 1.35]

Surveying Felix's stats, Desmond realized that his energy exceeded the requirements for a 1st class mage. Such instances were not uncommon, as many individuals possessed vast reservoirs of energy without becoming mages. Desmond had encountered a similar phenomenon during his visit to a mysterious shop several years ago.

Unlesss one imbibed the fabled "gifted potion," the path to magehood remained closed. It was a peculiar quirk of fate.

...

With a fleeting thought, Desmond summoned Felix's status screen, a faint holographic display materializing before him. It depicted a three-dimensional representation of Felix's bodily structure, illustrating the intricate dance of blood flow and the rhythmic beat of his heart.

As he immersed himself in this ethereal visualization, Desmond found himself momentarily silenced, struck by a profound sense of awe. This experience was unlike any he had encountered before—a raw glimpse into the inner workings of a living being.

He watched as the crimson rivers surged through Felix's veins, nourishing every fiber of his being, while the pulse of life resided within his ever-wandering gaze.

In that profound moment, Desmond's attention was drawn to the injected blood making its way through Felix's right hand. As the emerald fluid infused his system, chaos ensued, disrupting the once-smooth flow of crimson.

Within the confines of Felix's body, the verdant blood began to coalesce, giving birth to numerous minuscule droplets. These emerald progenies embarked on a voyage of their own, meticulously navigating their way to vital organs, conquering veins, and staking claim to Felix's heart, before eventually reaching the urinary system.

Desmond, his face contorted in a frown, yet his eyes shimmering with boundless curiosity, demanded a comprehensive report from the system.

[Analyzing the target body...]

[Data has been acquired!]

[System Conclusion: The pure green blood of the Flying Lizard gradually supplants the existing blood within the target body, simultaneously attempting to modify its very structure. The heart continues to beat, and the brain functions without injury, ensuring Felix's immediate safety.

The current progress stands at 20%, with an estimated completion time of five hours, based on the observed rate of transformation.]

As these thoughts raced through Desmond's mind, an abrupt change unfurled within Felix's corporeal form.

Felix's groans of agony filled the air, his once-normal complexion now suffused with a fiery red hue. Bloodshot eyes glared at Desmond, radiating resentment and anguish. Tears mingled with blood, streaming from the corners of his eyes—a poignant plea for help.

"Young master, please... I beg of you... food," a hoarse voice, unfamiliar and strained, escaped Felix's lips. The wise and seasoned tone Desmond had grown accustomed to had been replaced by something alien. Felix's parched lips, devoid of moisture, exhibited the signs of weeks without a drop to drink, with layers of dead skin flaking away.

Desmond's gaze hardened, studying Felix intently. Something was amiss. The disparity between Felix's speech and behavior was incongruous with the man Desmond had known. It suggested that another consciousness, perhaps a beast, had taken hold of Felix's body, akin to past experiences.

Steeling himself against the disconcerting scene, Desmond strode out of the prison cell. As he stepped into the open, a faint screen materialized in his field of vision.

[An additional significant influx of attributes detected, forcibly altering the target's physical form.]

Desmond's gaze shifted from the progress displayed on the screen to Felix's face, now contorted into a sinister grin.

...

Within the recesses of Felix's mind, the true consciousness of Felix himself struggled to comprehend the words escaping his mouth. He attempted to speak, to assert control over his own body, but not a single limb responded. It was as if he no longer possessed ownership of this vessel.

"ARGH!" A primal, bestial roar erupted from Felix's mouth, resembling more of a creature's bellow than a human cry. The roar persisted for minutes, until a dry sensation assaulted his throat.

Simultaneously, a sinister thought infiltrated his consciousness, seeking to manipulate his mind. He sensed an external force attempting to coerce him into killing and devouring his young master and the young lady who stood before him.

"No! Who are you?! Leave my body!" Felix's consciousness trembled on the precipice, nearly succumbing to the malevolent influence. Yet, amidst the struggle, he regained his senses, refusing to succumb to the wicked whispers.

However, with the passing of time, and the relentless resilience of his will, his mental strength waned, allowing the insidious thought to slowly gain control.

"Retain your consciousness and trust in yourself." A familiar voice reverberated within his mind—a voice that belonged to his young master. Suddenly, a sliver of hope pierced through the darkness, affording Felix a momentary respite from the encroaching malevolence.

Using the remnants of his consciousness, Felix fought to reclaim control of his mouth, and at last, he managed to speak, his words barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, young master."

Images of his daughter, playing and laughing as a child, flashed through his mind, but they were swiftly replaced by a haunting memory—a group of nefarious individuals from a sinister organization kidnapping his beloved daughter.

Felix understood that as these dark memories resurfaced, his consciousness would inevitably drift into a slumber.

...

Unbeknownst to Felix, as he valiantly battled against the invasive thoughts plaguing his mind, five hours slipped by outside his body, unnoticed.

In that moment, a new faint screen materialized in Desmond's vision. Standing outside the prison cell, his grip on his own clothes white-knuckled, Desmond finally exhaled a sigh of relief.

[The mutation process is complete!]

[Reassessing the target's data...]

[-Status-

Name: Felix

Sex: Male

Age: 71 years

Race: Half-Dragon

Bloodline: The Ancestor of Flying Lizard

Classification: Unknown

Strength: Undetermined

Agility: Undetermined]

A Half-Dragon? Not Half-Beast? Desmond pondered silently, his mind awash with questions. He directed his gaze towards Felix's prone form, lying unconscious on the water bed. There were no visible horns or overt physical changes that indicated Felix's connection to the Flying Lizard. Externally, he still appeared as a regular human.

However, Desmond couldn't ignore the palpable shift in aura surrounding him.

Previously, Felix exuded an air of wisdom and mastery, possessing the demeanor of an experienced individual who had honed his skills in this world. No ordinary person would mistake him for anything less than formidable, let alone dare to provoke him. But now, as Desmond observed, Felix emitted an altogether different vibe. It was as if a wild beast had been caged within him.

His muscular physique and intense presence made him resemble a beast in human guise—ferocious and untamed.

Precisely speaking, Felix reminded Desmond of his former self when he first fused with the dragon blood, tapping into his primal nature.

While Desmond continued to assess Felix's condition and revised status, a new faint screen suddenly disrupted his view.

[An abrupt change has been detected in the target body. Reassessing the target...]

[-Status-

Name: Felix

Sex: Male

Lifespan: 250 years

Race: Half-Beast

Bloodline: The Ancestor of Flying Lizard

Classification: Unknown

Predicted Combat Power (Strength, Agility): 80.00 – 100.00 (Before Transformation)

Predicted Combat Power (Strength): 200.00 – 250.00 (After Transformation)]