The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Desmond's magenta pupils widened, their vibrant hue intensifying as if a dark color had collided with a blinding light. Luminous lines traced their way across his eyes, illuminating the depths as he fixated on Felix's status screen.

"Amazing," Desmond marveled, his mind swirling with a flurry of questions. "So he can transform into a beast at will? How does he maintain his human appearance? Is there a specific mechanism that triggers his transformation?"

Felix's experiment fascinated Desmond in a way that surpassed his own. Countless new variables intrigued him, such as bloodlines and the enigmatic "classified" text. As he waited, a crease formed on his forehead, gradually deepening into a frown. Impatience tinged his thoughts as the questions multiplied within him.

"Well, I have plenty of time to wait," he murmured, though his rough breath and unwavering focus betrayed his true sentiments.

The more he scrutinized Felix's status screen, the greater his excitement swelled. Not only had Felix's lifespan doubled, but there was also the addition of a text labeled "classified," reminiscent of the beast race.

In essence, Felix's status screen now bore a hybrid nature, blending elements of both human and beast statuses.

Several minutes elapsed, with Desmond positioned on a chair outside the prison, his chin resting on his intertwined hands. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he admitted defeat.

"Forget it. It seems he won't awaken anytime soon."

"System, commence the analysis of his body, focusing on deciphering the meaning behind his bloodline, and conduct a virtual experiment on his transformation."

The task initiation message from the system brought forth a sense of relief, painting a faint smile on Desmond's face as he leaned back in the chair and gazed at the ceiling.

"After seeing the results, I might consider injecting the blood into my own body. Humans truly are a greedy race. Is it a curse or an insatiable thirst for power?" Desmond mused quietly to himself.

Despite possessing the bloodline of a dragon, he found himself dissatisfied, even when fully aware that injecting the blood would yield the same result as absorbing energy. Yet still, a glimmer of hope flickered within him, yearning for something miraculous to occur. He relied on the system's presence and his bloodline to safeguard and shield him from any potential danger.

Desmond contemplated further. If Felix could transform into a beast, what about himself? What would become of his class, his bloodline as a black dragon, the enigmatic dream he experienced, and all the power he had obtained? These mysteries lingered, despite the system's thorough scanning of related books from the past. Not a single mention of the Dragonslayer class could be found.

Clues had surfaced, such as the remains of the fallen elves and the elusive book that referenced the elf class, but their territory lay far beyond his reach, shielded by an impenetrable barrier.

Desmond couldn't shake the feeling that attaining the rank of a 1st class mage would provide answers. That was why he obsessed over reaching that level.

"The sensation feels familiar, akin to when I delved into those cultivation novels."

While he awaited the system's response, a sudden notification flashed before his eyes, causing his relaxed body to tense instantly. His expression darkened as he absorbed the information.

[WARNING! Unusual activities detected in the target body!]

[Analyzing the target body...]

[ERROR!! Strong resistance repels the Host's energy!]

Simultaneously, as these notifications flashed across his view, Desmond felt a loss of control over the energy coursing through his body. It seemed as if his energy was moving independently, surging outward. Furthermore, he detected a change in its nature, shifting from calm and neutral to cold and brimming with murderous intent.

Yet, there was no panic or fear evident in Desmond's expression, for he had anticipated what would unfold in the next moment. Before he could react, a powerful gust of wind swept by, pressing against his face. Simultaneously, the prison's iron bars, reinforced with crackling sparks of lightning, began to tremble.

Felix lay unconscious on the bed, now twitching involuntarily. His eyes remained shut, but every part of his body moved in peculiar ways, seemingly attempting to harm itself. His legs rotated, while his arms acted as strong monkey-like limbs, supporting his body on all fours, despite his closed eyes.

Desmond, still seated on the chair, felt every hair on his body stand on end as he rose to his feet, his eyes narrowing as he observed Felix's bizarre behavior.

Clatter! A sharp, scraping noise echoed forth, reminiscent of metal scratching against armor. One by one, Felix's skin began to peel away, revealing a green-colored, patternless scale underneath. These scales connected seamlessly, resembling the skin of an alligator.

Felix, who stood at almost two meters tall, continued to grow. His muscular physique melded with the green scales, forming an orange membrane that extended like a large wing.

Clang! As the transformation progressed, the newly formed wings accidentally struck the top of the prison, causing the iron bars to reverberate, with sparks of lightning cascading onto his arms.

ROAR! A thunderous roar emanated from Felix's transformed body as he abruptly opened his eyes, revealing unusually small black orbs. Fur began to rapidly sprout across his head, hair, and neck.

His human mouth contorted into an oval shape, sharp like a beak, as a piercing cry escaped from it. In the blink of an eye, Felix had morphed into a miniature version of the winged lizard he had previously battled, complete with fins spanning its back and a tail attached.

Rumble! The beast's body continued to grow, eventually filling the entire prison space. It obliterated and obstructed the flow of energy from the outside, causing the waterbed to distort.

Meanwhile, Desmond, standing tall with his arms crossed, possessed slitted pupils and darkened magenta eyes. His body emitted a fierce aura as he faced the beast before him.

"Ugh, your transformation is... quite unsightly," Desmond remarked, his tone laced with slight disgust as he gazed upon the four-legged bird that was the ancestor of the "Flying Lizard."

His expectations were instantly shattered, leaving him thoroughly disappointed with the transformation brought about by the bloodline.