The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

"N-No, please, I-I submit," the beast exclaimed, its voice quivering with a mix of fear and determination. As he approached the towering beast, its massive form bowed down before him, its head lowered in a display of absolute submission.

The once defiant creature now lay humbled, its body sprawled on the ground, devoid of any resistance. It was a stark contrast to its earlier ferocity, a transformation that left Desmond both bewildered and intrigued. He extended his hand, his gaze fixed upon the creature, and with a subtle gesture, the metallic spikes that had impaled its flesh vanished into thin air.

Taking a moment to study the beast's subdued demeanor, Desmond allowed his thoughts to wander. Inwardly, he commanded the system to open the beast's status window. Soon, a transparent screen materialized before his eyes, revealing detailed information about the creature. However, a single word still lingered beside Felix's name—'transformed.'

"Where is Felix?" Desmond's query, devoid of any concern for the reasons behind the beast's sudden submission, hung in the air. The adrenaline that had surged through his veins since the beast had first intimidated him still coursed within, yet now it was accompanied by a sense of curiosity.

Deep within Desmond, a primal roar resonated, its piercing sound reverberating throughout his being. But as the beast failed to register the sound, the roar grew louder with each passing moment, until finally, it pierced the creature's ears.

"Speak," Desmond's tone turned icy, his patience waning as the beast remained silent. Gazing downward, he noticed the trembling fins and his own distorted reflection shimmering upon the creature's iridescent green scales, illuminated by the tower's radiant light.

Meanwhile, the beast's mind raced, struggling to retain control. With each passing moment, its body and thoughts weakened under the weight of Desmond's overwhelming presence. If the pressure intensified further, it risked being crushed or losing all capacity for rational thought, reverting to a mindless beast.

"Y-yes, my king," the beast replied meekly, its voice feeble and laden with a multitude of thoughts. Who? Who is he referring to? Did he mean the previous inhabitant of this body?

Unable to comprehend whom Desmond was alluding to, the beast's anxiety heightened, fueled by the notion that it might indeed be the one he sought.

Cut off from any means of contact or knowledge of its previous consciousness, the beast had effortlessly taken over this body, akin to a newborn emerging from its shell, encountering Desmond as its first prey without any understanding of its own origins.

"I-I don't know, my king," the creature stammered, straining to appear truthful. A peculiar force compelled its mind to disclose the truth, each of Desmond's words accompanied by a relentless pressure that weighed upon its body and spirit.

Yet, any resistance on the beast's part only amplified the pressure, as if an unseen force sought to conquer its mind and subjugate its very being. Simultaneously, the perception of Desmond within its thoughts underwent a forced transformation, subtly influencing its consciousness.

Once filled with primal urges to kill and devour humans, its mindset shifted, now inclined toward serving and appeasing.

Upon hearing the beast's response, Desmond's brows furrowed deeper, his countenance etched with a mix of concern and anger. His body emanated an even greater aura of pressure, a fusion of his own energy and the surrounding natural forces, directed at the creature beneath his feet.

"Are you certain about that? Wasn't it you who took the life of my subordinate?" Desmond's words hung heavy in the air as he pressed his foot down upon the beast's head, eliciting a pained groan and a trickle of green blood.

"P-please, spare me, my king!" the beast pleaded desperately, its voice trembling with fear. Despite its continuous pleas, Desmond mercilessly continued to crush its head underfoot, undeterred by its desperate cries.

Simultaneously, the system diligently carried out Desmond's command, scanning the beast's body. Transparent screens appeared and disappeared in quick succession as the scanning process unfolded.

Even as the beast's head was being crushed, Desmond remained unfazed. He observed with astonishment as the crushed green scales and scattered blood began to reform, seamlessly reattaching themselves as if solving a complex puzzle. The beast's remarkable regenerative abilities astounded him, urging him to unleash his full power without any restraint.

[Success! Target data checked, and target body scanned. New data has been collected]

[The target's status has been updated!]

A display of information materialized:

[

-Status-

Name: Felix

Sex: Male

Lifespan: 250 years

Race: Half-Beast

Bloodline: The Ancestor of Flying Lizard (05% Awakened)

Classified: ???

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

]

Desmond's curiosity was piqued when he noticed that the percentage of the awakened process had significantly decreased. This revelation hinted at the possibility that it held the key to understanding Felix's transformation.

As he gazed at the now motionless and seemingly lifeless beast, Desmond observed the green scales on its body gradually sinking into its skin, disappearing like a rock sinking into a river.

With deliberate steps, Desmond carefully lifted his foot, causing the beast's towering form to shrink from a height of 3 meters (9.84 ft) to 1.8 meters (5.90 ft). The tail and fins had vanished, and in their place, human-like legs and hands began to regrow.

The sight before him was nothing short of magical, leaving Desmond awestruck. He marveled at the transformation unfolding before his eyes, only averting his gaze when the metamorphosis was complete, and Felix, now naked, lay sprawled on the ground.

Though Felix's external appearance seemed unharmed, Desmond couldn't help but harbor concerns about his internal organs. After all, he had crushed the beast's head and mouth—what if Felix had been rendered mute by his actions?

The system swiftly detected an abnormality within Felix's body, prompting Desmond to issue a command. Another transparent screen materialized, sweeping away the previous information, revealing a comprehensive report on Felix's condition.

[System Conclusion: No injuries found, but the target body is fatigued due to the transformation process]

Having read the system's conclusion, Desmond realized his experiment had been successful, save for the challenge presented by the beast's consciousness. He pondered the emergence of this newfound personality during the process, acknowledging that, in the end, the experiment had achieved its desired outcome.

"The only hurdle remaining is the beast's consciousness. I am uncertain how another persona came into existence, but ultimately, the experiment has been a success," he muttered, a faint smile playing at his lips.

Desmond employed his energy to manipulate the room, restoring the ceiling, floor, and walls, while also tidying up the scattered cauldrons. In the process, he stumbled upon an ice crystal barrier in a corner of the room.

"B-brother, is he okay?" Alice, huddled in the corner, wrapped her arms around herself. She had witnessed the entire transformation and now asked, her voice quivering with concern.

"Yes, he is simply exhausted," Desmond reassured her, his voice filled with genuine concern. As soon as he spoke, the ice barrier shattered into countless white particles, dissipating into the air. In an instant, Alice sprang up and enveloped Desmond in a tight embrace.

"I see. I'm relieved that you're safe," she murmured, her eyes closing as she relaxed.

"She must have been deeply shocked by the transformation," Desmond thought, noting the trembling in his elder sister's body. He shook his head with a mix of amusement and understanding.

He realized that Alice had likely suppressed her urge to scream, fearing it might disrupt the experiment. He had warned her in advance, but her stubbornness had finally taught her a valuable lesson.

After summoning the maids and men to transport Felix and Alice back to their respective residences, Desmond remained in the room, surrounded by numerous glass tubes filled with green and red blood.

"Now it's time to examine the effects," he declared. He had previously extracted Felix's blood and discreetly collected the green liquid that had flowed within him in his beast form.

Now, with Felix transformed and restored, his body seemingly normal, Desmond intended to investigate the properties and potential of this extraordinary blood.