The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

In the dining room, a group of servants, including Laura and Annie, gathered behind Desmond. Ever since the incident at the shop, Laura had grown more reserved, only revealing her emotions in the presence of Desmond, especially when distress befell him. Her countenance mirrored that of Annie, who exuded an air of aloofness and detachment.

Desmond turned his attention to the assembled servants and inquired, "Has my parent sent a message yet?"

Laura stepped forward, her expression unchanged. "Not yet, young master," she replied.

A sigh escaped Desmond's lips as he observed the transformation in Laura's demeanor. "It's alright, Laura. Try to let your emotions show, don't be like Annie," he advised, casting a glance towards Annie, who barely betrayed a flicker of reaction.

Annie's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, a subtle indication of her response.

Despite Desmond's well-meaning counsel, Laura's visage remained unchanged. "Yes, young master. I will do my best," she assured him.

Curiosity piqued, Desmond mentally accessed his status, contemplating his progress.

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Name: Desmond

Gender: Male

Age: 7 years

Race: Human (95%)

Class: 1st Swordsman

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 32.67

Strength: 16.00 (27.49)

Agility: 20.4

Stamina: 6.35

]

As Desmond savored his meal, his thoughts gravitated towards his strength, which had seen only marginal improvement. He came to realize that he had dedicated little time to honing his energy.

"The time to enter the academy is drawing near, but will my current level of strength be sufficient?" he pondered, a hint of concern permeating his mind.

Another thought surfaced, prompting him to reflect on his spell repertoire.

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-Spell-

-Custom Spell:

- Light Distortion

- Spike Area

- Distract

-General Spell:

- Fireball

- Typhoon

- Elemental Manipulation

]

Desmond's realization struck him with a sense of urgency. Despite embarking on a six-month quest, scouring the realms for a plant capable of healing his hands, his efforts proved fruitless, despite Clementine's assistance.

"Perhaps I should venture into the underground," he mused.

During his encounters while procuring potions, rumors had reached his ears of rare herbs that possessed the remarkable ability to rectify various afflictions, hidden within the treacherous terrain of the outer beast territory. Intrigued by the prospect, he hesitated, recognizing the peril posed by the formidable creatures inhabiting that region.

For now, he shelved his plans, awaiting a more opportune moment.

"I hope that what lies behind that door is worth the gamble," Desmond murmured, his gaze wandering towards the mysterious entrance.

The ancient runes that adorned the underground chamber suggested to him that its purpose revolved around training and testing an individual's mettle.

"Though it may be a leap of faith, there's no harm in taking the risk rather than languishing in uncertainty," he concluded with a sigh.

...

The moon's radiant glow filtered through the bedroom window, casting ethereal light upon Desmond's face. He gazed at the celestial orb, a profound sense of readiness enveloping him.

"It is time," he whispered to himself, seizing the sword hanging adjacent to the window and securing it to his hip. Engaging his magical prowess, he manipulated the moonlight, casting a light distortion spell that rendered his body invisible to the naked eye.

Deep within the underground chamber, Desmond cautiously pressed forward, deftly evading the incoming barrage of fireballs. Their once-daunting challenge had become a mere triviality, thanks to his honed agility that now matched the standards of a 1st class swordsman.

Approaching a familiar door, Desmond exerted his strength to slide it open, the aged wood emitting a creaking protest as it yielded to his force.

"With my focus on a single hand, it's akin to the chant of a spell," he ruminated, recognizing the newfound potential to channel his strength and amplify the potency of his left hand's strikes.

Stepping into the dimly lit room, Desmond swiftly cast a ward spell, causing a small luminescent orb to orbit his body, dispersing the shadows that danced in the corners.

"Blood ritual?" he mused, taking note of the presence of a pentagram etched into the floor and an array of ancient tomes adorning the bookshelf, while macabre remnants of humans and other creatures bore witness to the room's somber history.

Proceeding cautiously, Desmond's gaze fell upon the skeletal remains of elves, their long ear bones subtly distinguishing them from other humans.

As he ventured deeper into the room, Desmond stumbled upon several lifeless elf bodies strewn across his path, each serving as a grim testament to the atrocities that had taken place. Finally reaching the front of the bookshelf, his eyes locked onto an elf clutching a particular tome.

"An elf?" Desmond uttered, his astonishment palpable, as he retrieved the book from the deceased elf's grasp. To his surprise, the pages within were utterly blank, devoid of any content except for the numbering on each page.

The cover bore the inscription "Sacrifice for Greater Life," accompanied by an intricate rendering of the pentagram—an enigmatic sight that left Desmond contemplating its significance.

"Necromancy?" he pondered, the uncertainty lacing his thoughts as he sought to unravel the true nature and purpose of the enigmatic book before him.

"Is this some sort of jest?"

Just as he entertained the notion of discarding the seemingly futile book, a sudden system notification materialized, obstructing his view.

[Detected Knowledge Energy]

[Do you want to absorb it? Y/N]

"Knowledge energy? Such a thing exists?" Desmond mused, his curiosity piqued by the notification's contents. While familiar with magical energy, physical energy, and unique energy, the concept of knowledge energy remained uncharted territory for him. He found himself contemplating the potential implications of absorbing such energy.

[

System Conclusion: Within the pages of 'The History of the Energy Saint World,' knowledge energy is referenced as the residual memories or experiences of individuals preserved within books.

However, in order to absorb this energy, the discoverer of the book must possess the ability to meditate and perceive the lingering traces of knowledge left behind.

This serves as a means for Wizards and Witches to impart their wisdom to those seeking to follow in their footsteps while safeguarding this knowledge from those unsuited to wield it.

]

"I see, it serves as a form of inheritance. But why have none of the previous owners returned? Are they too daunted to proceed?" Desmond contemplated aloud, a mixture of intrigue and trepidation coloring his voice. The book before him held the promise of secrets and wisdom, yet it also carried an air of uncertainty, leaving him to ponder the fate of those who had come before.

Desmond's gaze shifted toward a door that commanded the strength of a 1st-class swordsman to pry open, its path obstructed by a barrage of relentless fireballs.

"Curious. Perhaps the challenges ahead were simply too daunting for them," Desmond contemplated, his mind awash with intrigue and speculation.

Turning his attention back to the book cradled in his palm, he fervently searched for any hint or clue, hoping to glean some understanding from its enigmatic pages. And there, at the very end, a single word caught his eye: "Dragon Slayer."

"A connection to the era of the dragon beasts, perhaps. But what does it signify?" he pondered aloud, his voice laced with a mix of anticipation and curiosity.

"Very well, I have weighed the risks, and I am prepared to venture forth. System, activate defense mode as a precaution," Desmond commanded, determined to tread this uncertain path with caution.

[

Task Creation...

1 Slot Utilized

Status: In Progress 0%

]

[Progress: 50% ...]

[Status: Complete]

[Saving to Database ...]

[Data Saved!]

[

System Defense Mode: Activated

While this mode is active, the host will be unable to utilize spells, access maps, or view task lists. However, the system will provide protection against any detrimental energies that may affect the host's internal well-being.

]

"Yes, yes, I'm aware. That's precisely why I dislike this mode," Desmond muttered, fully aware of the limitations imposed upon him. The disappearance of the map screen in the top-right corner of his vision and the loss of control over his spells felt like a sudden dam halting the flow of a once-unimpeded river.

Yet, contrary to his expectations, he did not experience weakness akin to the wizards of his past world. Instead, a strange emptiness pervaded, as if a vital part of his being had vanished.

It resembled the absentminded act of forgetting to breathe, only to remember and resume breathing once more. Similarly, Desmond's attempts to channel energy were met with futility, no matter how he strained or concentrated.

"But I have prepared for this eventuality by honing my skills in swordsmanship," he remarked, closing his eyes in an effort to mitigate the jarring effects of this sudden transition.

"At least someone has received this knowledge."

A fit of coughing seized Desmond, momentarily disorienting him. When he reopened his eyes, he found himself seated on a polished wooden floor, a table standing before him. The room had undergone a remarkable transformation, shedding its erstwhile desolation, and now exuded an air of ethereal beauty. It had expanded in size, as if responding to an unseen force.

"Excellent, young man. I hope you are prepared to embrace this knowledge," a resonant voice resonated, its source elusive yet commanding.