The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

As Desmond exerted pressure, crushing the beast's beak beneath his grip, a sudden shift in his expression darkened his features. His focus wavered as he glimpsed new notifications emerging from the system, demanding his attention.

[A change detected on the target body!]

[Rescanning the target data...]

In response to this unforeseen distraction, the once-miserable beast let out a sudden and thunderous roar, causing its massive body to jerk backward. The force of its retreat resulted in the sprouting of vibrant green blood from its beak as the appendage detached from its body.

Standing at an imposing height of 3 meters (9.84 feet), the beast's small black eyes locked onto Desmond, its head nearly brushing against the iron prison bars on the ceiling.

The green blood continued to flow, splashing onto the floor in relentless torrents. Bereft of its beak, the creature's mouth now held only a long tongue that swung aimlessly in mid-air, accompanied by copious amounts of drool.

[Data Updated!]

[-Status-

Name: Felix (Transformed)

Lifespan: 250 years

Race: Beasts

Species: Pureblood Flying Lizard (40% Awakened)

Classified: B-Rank

Predicted Combat Power (Strength): 100.00]

Observing the beast's gradual adaptation to its altered form, Desmond pondered silently. He glanced at his hands, still stained with the warm green blood, and curiously felt a subtle pulsation within it, akin to an organ. This experience was unlike the sensation accompanying human blood, offering a unique tactile encounter.

"It seems even beasts, despite their cold-blooded nature, readily relinquish parts of their bodies. I myself would hesitate before making such a decision," Desmond mused, his voice laced with subtle admiration. Shaking off the green blood from his hands, he let the massive beak slip from his grasp, allowing it to crash heavily onto the ground.

*Thump*

The impact created a spiderweb crack on the floor, a testament to the weight and thickness of the beak, a factor Desmond had momentarily underestimated.

"Ahh, it's easy to forget that, at the end of the day, they remain animals," a passing thought flickered through Desmond's mind, amusing him as he contemplated the curious notion of attempting to communicate with a creature of this kind.

When the beast caught sight of its precious beak lying discarded on the ground, a surge of killing intent emanated from the depths of its eyes. It fixed its gaze upon Desmond's comparatively diminutive figure, and its injured mouth twitched involuntarily.

"H-human," a hoarse and weighty voice emerged from the beast's wounded maw. Its small black eyes remained fixed on Desmond, who stood frozen, captured by the intensity of the moment.

"I-I want to make a deal with you," the beast added, causing another spray of green blood to accompany its falling fur, which scattered across the floor.

As Desmond listened to the beast's increasingly coherent speech, a sense of disbelief washed over him, akin to a hallucination taking hold. He continued to study the creature, its head now lowered, green blood incessantly trickling from its mouth.

"How did you come to learn the language of humans?" Desmond asked, his gaze fixed upon the beast after a moment's silence.

Simultaneously, he waved his hand, triggering a transformative sequence that shattered the prison, morphing it into numerous metallic spikes that promptly surged toward the beast's body from all sides.

"W-what are you DOING, HUMAN?!" the beast erupted furiously, its voice filled with alarm. In the momentary lapse caused by the prison's unexpected metamorphosis,

it had unwittingly dropped its guard. Yet now, it found itself faced with an unfamiliar, peculiar object that abruptly pierced its flesh.

Panic gripped the beast as it sensed the object's proximity, a mere finger's breadth away from its heart. With its small black eyes now obscured by the profusion of blood flowing from its wounds, it glared fiercely at Desmond.

[Data Updated!]

[-Status-

Name: Felix (Transformed)

Lifespan: 250 years

Race: Beasts

Species: Pureblood Flying Lizard (60% Awakened)

Classified: B+ - Rank

Predicted Combat Power (Strength): 150.00]

"Ah, it seems to be having an effect!" Desmond thought to himself, his voice unspoken as he looked down upon the beast, its body impaled by the multitude of metal spikes that remained firmly connected to the floor.

Despite its initial appearance of vulnerability and subjugation, upon closer inspection, one would discern the gradual retraction of the metallic spikes from the beast's body. Simultaneously, a radiant white glow emitted from the green blood adorning its wounds, mending them in the blink of an eye.

Desmond had long since realized that the beast was exploiting this opportunity to regain its strength, a fact not lost on him.

"Where is Felix? Do you take me for a fool, buying into your deceitful words?" Desmond's voice dripped with cold skepticism. Over five minutes had passed since the beast's awakening, yet there was no sign of Felix's consciousness surfacing.

*Boom!*

As Desmond voiced his disbelief, the spikes that had impaled the beast suddenly erupted into the air, accompanied by a shower of green scales. The beak, previously lying on the ground, morphed like molten metal meeting lava, transforming into green blood that seamlessly melded with the beast's injured mouth.

"How dare you?! A feeble human like you dares to imprison me here! You shall serve as my appetizer, a proclamation of my existence!" The beast's words, spoken fluently in human language, carried a tone of unbridled fury. Green scales had now replaced the fur around its neck and face, forming a protective helmet-like covering, revealing only a long mouth lined with menacing red teeth.

Its eyelids were forcefully drawn back, exposing large, slitted green eyes that surveyed the surroundings.

*Thump!*

Its elongated tail abruptly slammed against the ground, a prelude to the impending expansion of its wings. However, before the creature could execute its plan, its animal instincts erupted in alarm.

"Custom Spell: Freeze," a low and chilling command reverberated through the air.

In an instant, a bone-chilling sensation enveloped the beast's body, causing its massive form to shudder. Its wide green eyes narrowed as they beheld a swirling vortex of white, natural energy coalescing around it.

"Silence," Desmond's voice resounded with authority, prompting the gathered natural energy to transmute into water that instantly encased the entirety of the beast's body.

*ROAR!*

The beast gnashed its teeth, employing its muscular forelimbs and the membranous red wings to combat and disrupt the freezing process. The ice shattered upon impact with the ground, but it swiftly reattached itself to the beast's body, as if guided by a magnetic force.

*Rumble*

*Rumble*

The room quaked as the beast continued its frenzied struggle, relentlessly demolishing the ice and ultimately causing the ceiling to collapse upon its head.

As light streamed in from above, the beast's green eyes widened, catching a faint shadowy image of a frozen tower with a colossal magic crystal hovering at its zenith, casting its luminous glow.

The moment the beast ceased its movements, the freezing process hastened, leaving only its neck and head free to move and observe.

"W-what is this?" the beast stuttered in a mixture of awe and trepidation.

Meanwhile, as the beast remained frozen, Desmond manipulated his magic to clear the aftermath, creating a metallic platform that rose to the height of the beast's eyes. He meticulously inspected the creature's body, his own energy continuously depleting to sustain the freezing spell.

Gradually regaining its senses, the beast realized its immobility. With a display of its red teeth, it attempted to threaten Desmond. However, as its gaze locked with his, a wave of fear washed over its body, while the blood that coated its form seemed to stir, betraying the beast's consciousness.

*Crash!*

In an instant, the beast unleashed a powerful roar, attempting to break free from the ice. Countless fragments of ice were sent flying, reminiscent of a torrential storm. Yet, just as before, the fragments were swiftly drawn back to the beast's body, rendered inert and useless.

Conversely, Desmond's metallic foothold had already distanced itself from the beast, anticipating its destructive outburst. After patiently waiting for several minutes, the beast finally relinquished its futile resistance and surrendered to a state of calm.

Drawing nearer to the exhausted creature, Desmond regarded it with a mixture of perplexity and compassion, noting the myriad wounds adorning its body.