The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Day by day, time slipped away unnoticed, and in the blink of an eye, a week had passed since Ken's last experiment. During those days, Desmond had successfully transformed the rest of his subordinates into Half-beasts using the blood of the Husk King. However, unlike Ken, they had no choice but to succumb to Desmond's will, forcing them into this transformation.

Naturally, their compliance with Desmond's decision left them discontented, especially after discovering the existence of another personality within their own bodies. Nevertheless, the surge of newfound power coursing through their veins, coupled with the comforting words from Felix, swiftly replaced their discontentment with gratitude for being the first to attain such extraordinary abilities.

As Desmond had anticipated, most of his subordinates shared a similar background to Ken's—they had already forsaken their former lives. He had denied them the option to choose due to their unwavering loyalty. Unlike Ken and Felix, whose loyalty had been proven, most of Desmond's subordinates had been followers of Felix since his past, drawn to him by his displays of power.

At this point, ten out of twenty of Desmond's subordinates had undergone the transformation into Half-beasts, while the remainder had been dispatched on duty, scouring the imperial empire in search of potions or methods for Desmond to ascend to the realm of a 1st-class mage.

Within Desmond's mansion, in the confines of the experiment room, Ken lay upon a stone tablet, his teeth grinding together while a pained groan escaped his lips. His expression contorted with anguish, and in a sudden fit of desperation, he bit his bottom lip, causing blood to flow and stain his bare chest.

Beside him, Desmond held a custom syringe, its barrel filled with a viscous green fluid that slowly depleted as the needle punctured Ken's skin. The green blood began to flow through his veins, spreading throughout his entire body, transforming his once healthy complexion into a sickly pallor with a hint of green undertones.

After a few agonizing minutes, the injection process finally concluded. Ken's face had now turned pale, his breaths ragged as he gazed at his young master with a puzzled expression. Desmond, cleaning the residual blood from the syringe barrel, calmly addressed Ken's bewildered gaze.

He glanced at Ken, who seemed dazed, his eyes fixed upon an empty space before him, as he sat up straight on the stone bench.

While Desmond observed Ken, assessing his condition post-injection, his concentration was abruptly disrupted by the appearance of a transparent screen that projected vital information before his eyes.

[ -Status-

Name: Ken

Sex: Male

Lifespan: 200 years

Race: Half-Beast

Bloodline: Mixed Blood

Classified: ???

Predicted Combat Power (Strength, Agility): 50.00 - 60.00 (Before Transformation)

Predicted Combat Power (Strength): 80.00 - 100.00 (After Transformation) ]

Desmond found himself stunned upon witnessing Ken's newly transformed stats. "Wow, this surpasses my expectations," he thought, momentarily lost in contemplation as he gazed at Ken's updated information. Suddenly, he noticed Ken turning around, his head bowed.

"My King," Ken spoke, breaking the silence, "I have discovered that another being of my kind resides within me."

Desmond squinted, curiosity etched on his face, and inquired, "What did the beast say?" Simultaneously, he caught sight of a long, furry tail wagging behind Ken's body.

Instead of answering Desmond's question directly, Ken unexpectedly crouched down, adopting the stance of a poised wolf. His arms elongated, extending to all fours, as wrinkles and tendons became pronounced across his body, particularly at the shoulders.

In that moment, Ken's shoulders bulged, akin to the gradual expansion of a pregnant woman's belly, until...

Creak!

A soft, breaking sound reverberated through the room as Ken's tendons tore apart, severing the flesh that was once attached to his body, revealing a white bone structure resembling a long claw. Blood splattered onto the floor, and Ken's face grew paler due to the loss of blood.

Despite the alarming scene unfolding before him, a sense of calmness flickered in his eyes as he attempted to glance at the newly formed bones behind him.

These bone structures resembled elongated claws, split into three distinct parts with a considerable gap between them. Each bone measured 170cm (5.6 ft) in length, reminiscent of the wingspan of the legendary golden-crowned flying fox, reputed to be the king of bats.

Meanwhile, Desmond maintained a safe distance, observing Ken from afar. He couldn't help but notice the natural energy swirling around Ken's newly formed bones. Small white orbs of energy encircled the bones and other parts of Ken's body, hinting at a familiar yet indistinct white shadow.

Desmond's voice cut through the silence. "A wing," he stated, and as he spoke, the natural energy surged, causing a mild disturbance in the room and revealing an orange membrane enveloping the interconnected bones. Simultaneously, multiple transparent screens materialized, scanning the transformed Ken and displaying new data.

[ -Status-

Name: Ken

Lifespan: 200 years

Race: Half-Beasts

Species: Mixed Blood (Husk King/50%, Flying Lizard/20%)

Classified: B Rank

Predicted Combat Power (Strength): 100.00 ]

"Excellent. With wings to soar and navigate the skies, you will be able to scout the surrounding areas," Desmond nodded in satisfaction while examining Ken's wings. Notably, Ken's lifespan had also increased by fifty years, allowing him to live twice as long as the average human.

On the other side, Ken remained oblivious to the hovering transparent screen, his curiosity immediately driving him to adapt to his new body parts, eager to be of use after receiving his master's praise.

...

After a few moments, Desmond detected an unexpected calmness and politeness in Ken's demeanor, leading him to realize that the Ken before him now exhibited the personality of the human, rather than the beast. However, he couldn't fathom how Ken had started referring to him as the king.

Desmond's attention shifted to Ken's eyes, specifically the pupils, where he noticed a slit in the right pupil while the others retained their human form.

"Why don't your personalities merge into one? It's rather bothersome to converse with you like this," Desmond inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Upon hearing Desmond's question, Ken flinched, his mouth trembling as he emitted a growl, signifying an internal conflict between his two beastly personas.

"M-My-My Young Master, if we become... if I," Ken stuttered, unaware that his words had become a jumbled mix, combining elements of his beastly personalities, rendering them incomprehensible. Desmond swiftly intervened, putting a halt to Ken's confused speech.

"Stop," Desmond spoke with a furrowed brow, observing the complexity etched upon Ken's face. "Discuss it amongst your other personalities first."

Ken's eyes darted nervously from side to side, his head bobbing up and down. After a moment of silence, he finally locked his gaze with Desmond's, his eyes reflecting a faint shadow of the two beasts.

"We agree, my king. However, merging our personalities will result in a blending of actions that may be difficult to control. But there is a solution to this predicament," Ken explained. "Only by sensing your aura, my king, can we find tranquility once more and regain control of our actions, achieving harmony."

As Ken finished speaking, Desmond simply stared at him, studying his eyes and observing the continued wagging of his tail.

"I understand. Just remember to exercise restraint," Desmond stated calmly, his own eyes narrowing into slits as the shadow of a black dragon emerged from his back, piercing through Ken's gaze and causing him to go limp, collapsing onto the ground.

"Go ahead and merge, then gather the others. I have an important mission for them," Desmond instructed, waving his hand and summoning several cauldrons to him as if they were drawn by a magnetic force.

Simultaneously, his hands deftly manipulated the subtle natural energy in the air, fashioning a protective barrier that enclosed Ken's right hand.

"Before that, I require a substantial amount of your blood," Desmond declared, wasting no time in retrieving his custom syringe from the table and swiftly injecting it into Ken's right hand. Ken, lying on the ground, could only offer a wry smile in response to the process.