The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

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Name: Ken (Half-Transformed)

Lifespan: 150 years

Race: Beasts

Species: Husk King (50% Awakened)

Classified: C+ Rank

Predicted Combat Power (Strength): 70.00]

As Desmond read the words "Half Transformed," his eyes narrowed at Ken, searching for any discernible differences between his human form and the state described as "half-transformed." However, despite circling around the prison to observe Ken's body from all angles, Desmond couldn't spot any noticeable changes. Frustration welled up within him as he realized this endeavor was proving futile.

"Stay still!" Desmond snapped, his voice laced with authority. With a wave of his hand surrounded by a shimmering aura of natural energy, he exerted control over the prison bars. They twisted and contorted like snakes, seamlessly morphing into iron ropes that ensnared Ken's four legs, rendering him immobile.

"Human..." Ken's blood-shot eyes glared at Desmond, his mouth opening wide, revealing elongated and sharp teeth. "Food... give me food!"

Desmond, tempted to ignore Ken's demands, couldn't help but notice that the missing fragment of Ken's broken teeth had mysteriously regenerated. However, what caught his attention even more was the uncanny transformation his teeth had undergone. Instead of being simply healed, they now resembled the fangs of a wolf, long and menacing.

Simultaneously, Desmond's gaze flickered to the wound on Ken's body, inflicted during his relentless assault on the prison bars. To his astonishment, the wound had completely healed, leaving only faint scratches behind.

"Super regeneration?" Desmond mused to himself, his curiosity piqued. "Is this the reason behind the system's claim that he is half-transformed?" He continued to scrutinize Ken, who emanated an aura of resentment and anger.

Unlike Felix, who underwent a complete transformation into his beast form upon blood infusion, Ken's transformation had resulted in the acquisition of beastly abilities and traits without a physical metamorphosis.

"Before the transformation, Ken possessed overall stats of 40.00," Desmond pondered, his hand resting against his chin as he compared Ken's current state to the information provided about Husk Kings. "According to the system, the average combat power of a Husk King stands at approximately 60.00."

"Considering Ken's transformation has halted at 50%, it implies an additional 30.00 stats were bestowed upon him," Desmond deduced, his mind buzzing with questions. He decided to wait several minutes, hoping to witness the transformation reaching its full 100%.

However, as an hour elapsed, the transformation percentage stubbornly remained at 50%, and there were no signs of further change in Ken's body.

"So, if I understand correctly, my blood infusion has impeded the complete transformation, leaving him in this half-transformed state," Desmond contemplated, a darkened expression clouding his features as the noise from the prison continued to assault his ears.

"FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!" With each passing moment, the beast grew increasingly proficient in speaking the human tongue.

Desmond cast a cold glare at the creature, his pupils narrowing to slits while his magenta eyes darkened. Additionally, the silhouette of a black dragon materialized behind him, its mighty roar striking fear into the heart of the beast, effectively silencing it.

Rumble! Rumble!

Suddenly, a series of persistent rumblings emanated from beneath the prison bars. And then, without any collision or destruction, the bars sunk smoothly into the ground as if they were being devoured.

"I know you're far more intelligent than you let on, capable of commanding those wolves," Desmond stated with an air of quiet intensity. "That's why I have a simple question for you: Aside from your hunger, where is the owner of this body?"

In a sudden flash, a blinding light erupted in front of the beast's face, accompanied by a groan emanating from within. As the beast blinked his eyes, a shiver ran down his body, and a suffocating sensation tightened around his neck, leaving him gasping for breath.

"He's sleeping, my king," the beast dared not raise his head, aware of Desmond's presence before him. The power that once coursed through his body had dissipated the moment the shadow of the black dragon had roared.

Simultaneously, the blood within him ceased its circulation, causing his body to turn as cold as ice. It felt as if he had encountered a stronger beast, or perhaps the true alpha of the entire beast race.

"After I am reborn, that human has no choice but to surrender his body before I attempt to attack him," the beast added, sensing Desmond's silence and attempting to further explain his intentions.

"What do you mean by being reborn? Are you suggesting that you were once dead?" Desmond loosened his grip, allowing the beast to breathe once more. He examined the beast, who remained unharmed even though a deep palm mark adorned his neck.

"I'm sorry, my king, I don't understand," the beast replied, still keeping his head lowered, eventually lowering his body until it touched the floor, assuming a four-legged position.

Sighing, Desmond acknowledged the response. Felix's beast had uttered similar words, but it was only upon Ken's beast mentioning it that he began to comprehend.

"Very well, return control to the owner of the body," Desmond sighed, hearing the confirmation. Ken's beast obediently complied, abruptly collapsing onto the floor. It was then that Desmond noticed a tail, measuring 150cm (5.9 ft) long, attached to Ken's rear, adorned with black fur interlaced with white crossed stripes.

Summoning his subordinates to transport Ken back to his residence, Desmond took a seat, his gaze shifting between the two tubes containing Felix's blood in his human form and Ken's blood in his beast form.

"Felix acquired a beast soul the moment I injected the blood, while Ken underwent a similar transformation. However, the beast intelligence within Ken doesn't seem as sophisticated as Felix's," Desmond mused.

Opening the drawer on his table, Desmond retrieved a long, transparent glass with a curved upper body—a white wine glass. In another smooth motion, his hand reached for the drawer beneath, producing a bottle of wine. He gently shook the bottle before pouring it into the glass, allowing the liquid to swirl in delicate circles.

With a slurp, Desmond took a sip of the wine, swishing it around his mouth before swallowing. The aroma of grapes wafted through the air, filling his nostrils.

"In conclusion, regardless of the beasts I inject into a human body, an additional personality emerges. However, there is a significant difference when my blood is involved or not," Desmond contemplated, his gaze returning to the tube filled with Ken's blood in its beastly form.

"Beasts infused with my blood immediately become obedient once I release the dragon aura. However, in Felix's case, his beast requires taming," he continued, noting the considerable disparity in their strengths. When Desmond injected his blood into a normal human or a human without a class, their stats would only reach half the combat power of the original beast, similar to Ken's situation.

While their strength may be diminished when using his blood, it solved issues of loyalty and betrayal. Moreover, it was more than enough to transform an ordinary individual into a first-class swordsman.

Lost in thought, a sudden idea flashed across Desmond's mind. "But so far, I have only tested this experiment on second-class swordsmen. What if I were to experiment on someone with dual-class abilities or a mage class?"