The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Desmond's heart raced with anticipation as he observed the progress in his class. His gaze shifted to Felix, who stood before him in his human form, and Desmond's pupils dilated with intrigue. Years of frustration had plagued him, as he yearned to break through the barriers that prevented him from entering the realm of a 1st class mage.

But now, a glimmer of hope emerged, and without hesitation, his hand reached out and snatched the white tube, his eyes fixated on the calm, red blood contained within.

"System," he muttered regretfully, placing the tube back on the table. "Run a virtual experiment using my body as the main data, injected with Felix's untransformed blood."

As eager as he was to immediately inject the blood, Desmond knew he had to remain calm and approach this rationally. Acting in haste would yield no good. No sane person would inject unfamiliar or animal blood into their body without thorough research or potential benefits. It was wiser to err on the side of caution—after all, becoming a monster overnight would be nothing short of a tragic joke.

[Starting the task...]

[Utilizing the Host's energy to construct the virtual body...]

As the notification flashed across his view, Desmond experienced the familiar sensation of his energy being drained or, more precisely, sucked away by the system. It felt as though a single strand of his hair had been abruptly plucked from his scalp.

[Extracting Felix's blood data from the host's brain...]

[Target data successfully acquired!]

[Construction of primary material complete!]

[Commencing the experiment....]

As Desmond observed the notifications, devoid of progress bars or estimated completion times, he sensed that this endeavor would likely take quite a while to unfold. While he waited, his eyes wandered around the room, taking in the sight of neatly arranged cauldrons. Some were empty, while others contained various forms of wolf blood.

"Unfortunately," he sighed, "none of those blood samples are of any use to me. Only dragon blood and their subspecies hold any reaction within my body." The past few months had taught him a valuable lesson about the intricacies of the blood coursing through his veins.

In the past, before he acquired a syringe, Desmond would consume the blood through the traditional method—directly pouring it into his mouth. However, the amount of blood he ingested was minuscule, barely more than a tiny dot. The rest was reserved for his guinea pig.

To his dismay, these experiments yielded nothing but dizziness, nausea, and general discomfort. Not a single increment to his skills or attributes, not even a surge of energy as the system had previously claimed. It became clear that the blood of creatures other than dragons held no tangible benefits for him.

Lost in thought, Desmond's gaze came to a halt, fixating on a particular cauldron. It contained the green blood of the Husk King beast, the apex predator among the wolves of the beast race.

As his eyes lingered on the blood within the cauldron, the system automatically scanned its target, presenting detailed information about the intriguing substance.

[Name: Husk King Blood

Grade: Rare

Purity: 99%

Information: This blood hails from the mighty king among the wolf species of the beast race, known as the Husk King. Despite its relatively smaller stature, it commands the respect of its pack, acting as the alpha and the leader. No experiments or research have been conducted to shed light on the potential benefits of Husk King Blood.]

As Desmond absorbed the information, a sudden idea flashed across his mind. With determination in his eyes, he reached out to summon one of his subordinates using a magical message, his thoughts swirling as he held the custom-made syringe in his hands.

Outside of Desmond's mansion, nestled amidst a sprawling frontcourt, stood another mansion where his loyal subordinates resided. In the center of the frontcourt, a training ground hummed with activity. A man in his thirties, with short brown hair, hurriedly made his way across the mansion grounds, balancing a tray filled with chilled, white cream.

His steps carried him swiftly towards the other side of the lake, where the mansion housing the female members of the team stood. Approaching the front gate, he looked up and inclined his body forward, respectfully lowering his head. "Greetings. I've brought the ice cream for the young lady," he said in a stern yet composed tone, as if he were about to meet a monarch.

He exuded an unwavering commitment to his duty.

A pleasant and mature voice emanated from within the mansion as the gate swung open forcefully, guided by a root-like appendage. A young woman adorned in a white maid's attire, her deep crimson hair tied back in a ponytail, emerged to greet the man's presence. Her striking features commanded attention as her vibrant limeade eyes appraised the plate of ice cream.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ken," she spoke with a slight curl of her lips, acknowledging the loyalty and respect emanating from the middle-aged man before her.

"Please don't overstate it, Miss Laura. Compared to what the young master has done for me, this is nothing," Ken replied, lifting his gaze to meet the young woman's eyes.

"I am honored to serve the young lady and the young master, even if it means sacrificing my life," he added solemnly, his mind drifting momentarily as memories flooded his thoughts. Images of joyous conversations with a middle-aged woman and a seven-year-old girl, pouting and shouting playfully, flashed through his mind. He wore a broad smile in those memories, exuding genuine happiness.

Laura regarded the preoccupied Ken with a mix of curiosity and concern. She had heard snippets of his past, primarily because he was the only person who always sought to fulfill every request made by her young lady. She couldn't help but wonder about his background and wished to offer him solace. However, words failed to materialize on her lips.

After a brief pause, Ken regained his composure and politely handed the plate on the tray to Laura.

"Farewell, Miss Laura," he said, turning away without waiting for her response. The memories that had surfaced had dampened his mood, leaving him yearning for solitude.

"Farewell, Mr. Ken. I wish you well," Laura whispered, shaking her head as she watched his retreating figure with a tinge of sadness. Ken seemed adrift, lacking a clear purpose now that his revenge had been exacted. His very survival relied on her young lady and the young master.

"Laura, where is Ken?" a strange voice abruptly resounded in her mind, momentarily startling her before she recognized it as her young master's voice.

Surprised that her young master was aware of Ken's presence and had inquired about him by name, Laura hesitated before responding. "Mr. Ken was with me a short while ago. He left after completing his task. Is there something you require of him?" she inquired, relieved that her young master had mentioned the same person she had just encountered.

"Tell him to come to my room. I have something special that may change his entire perception of this world," Desmond commanded. Laura's mind immediately connected the dots, recalling the incident where her young lady and Felix had unexpectedly lost consciousness a few hours ago. Moreover, Felix had been unclothed at the time.

Her imagination began to wander down a peculiar path, but she quickly shook her head to dispel such thoughts and proceeded to summon Ken.