The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Desmond saw from a distance, the door to the ritual room seemed to give off a cold aura that made the hairs of his neck stand.

Desmond slowly advanced as he grabbed his waist to take out the wooden sword he was used to carrying.

"Shit, I forget. " His hands only felt emptiness as he grasped his hips. Even so, Desmond chanted a spell and made a sword from the wood element.

"This is worse…" The sword that Desmond made was based solely on his imagination; it's a sword without carving or holding; this sword was pure wood from tip to end. It was fortunate that his imagination was so strong that it made the tip of the blade sharp.

"This is enough," after making this wooden sword, sweat ran out on his forehead. Desmond has used so many spell variants, making him don't have much stamina and energy anymore.

Even if Desmond could make swords from the iron element, the quality was not different from the wooden swords he made.

After making a sword, he also chanted a ward spell. And then he holds the wooden sword while staring warily at the room in front of him.

*thud* *thud*

The underground was very quiet, only the sound of Desmond's footsteps continuing to walk forward. By relying solely on the light from the tiny sphere that kept circling in front of him, he slowly advanced; without it, the darkness would engulf Desmond's entire body. 

Arriving at the room's door, Desmond stopped and saw the creature in front of him.

The pentagram beneath the creature is still intact, while outside the pentagram, it is a mess.

The room walls were sturdy, but it can be pierced by the shattered blood clot's shards, while some of the fragments also destroyed the bookshelves and their contents.

Seeing the creatures, Desmond let out a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, it is not the same as my expectations." This time Desmond looked at the creature and stood upright without fear or hesitation. 

The creature in front of him was a dragon; it was the same size when the dragons hadn't absorbed the material that was only the size of a fist.

The dragon in front of him could be said to be a mini version of the real dragon, and it also seems that this pentagram heard Desmond's request, making the dragon black with the same eye color as Desmond, magenta, and horns that emitted blue flames.

Desmond remained motionless, staring at the dragon. Even though he really wanted to catch and maintain it, but the creature in front of him was a creature that could even knock him off before birth.

The creature that had just been standing expressionlessly suddenly turned around and look at Desmond. The creature's expression was happy, as if he had found his parents.

When Desmond saw this, instead of being happy, he became alert. At that instant, the sound system came to mind.

[System Conclusion: Congratulations, Host, the first stage of this experiment, namely 'purity' has been successful, please channel the energy to the formed object] 

Desmond, who heard this became confused, object? Isn't it a living being? Did the system detect the dragon in front of him wrong?

System scan.

[Scanning the target ..]

[Scan Complete!]

[

Name: Manifestation of Dragon Blood

Grade: ???

Information: After all the materials are combined, this dragon is formed. This dragon contains dragon blood with purity (80%), or it can be said that it is a close relative of a dragon

System Conclusion: This object is harmless to the host; it's just that the host will suffer the consequences after gaining the blood.

]

"I see; that's why the system calls this an object." Although Desmond was not sure that in front of him was a living being with consciousness or an object with consciousness, with the assurance of the system, Desmond now trusted the thing in front of him a little.

"Come at me!" Desmond poured his energy into the 'object' in front of him; simultaneously, he was getting ready to use a healing spell. Although Desmond's healing spell was nothing compared to Elizabeth's, it could ease the pain.

After hearing Desmond's words, the dragon seemed to be happy and drove happily towards Desmond.

Desmond, who saw this, was already prepared to endure the pain, but what happened next caught him off guard.

His mouth suddenly opened on its own, while the dragon immediately darted into his mouth, causing Desmond to cough countless times.

* cough * * cough *

After coughed Desmond realized, his face turned pale. His memory of a demon who died tragically was still very fresh in his mind; besides that, he also remembered how the dragon had sucked dry a pool of blood the size of a small lake.

"This is bad, get out of my body…" Desmond stuck his middle finger down his throat, causing him to vomit many times.

But every time Desmond vomited, not only did the dragon not come out but slowly, his blood seemed to be sucked in.

"Argh, this is useless…." Suddenly his consciousness also seemed to be sucked in. I know this sensation; this is the same sensation as the first time I came to this world, thought Desmond, and slowly the darkness began to devour him.

After Desmond's consciousness had fainted, Desmond's body was lying on the floor with a painful expression inside the underground.

He repeatedly opened his mouth as if he was in infinite pain. His body faintly gave off a red, black dragon-shaped shadow that had previously entered Desmond's body.

…

Meanwhile, inside Desmond's consciousness.

After he sensed that his consciousness was being sucked in by the dragon, it seems his brain accepted it and make him fainted.

Desmond opened his eyes and saw that he was now in the forest.

EH? What is this?

This forest was extremely unusual, where the trees were taller than usual while the weeds' size was as tall as an adult.

Due to the tree's height, sunlight cannot enter directly but can only pass through the gaps between the tree and the leaves, as if this tree is so thick that it does not give sunlight in easily.

Desmond, who just came to his senses, tried to move his body.

Hmm?

He felt that his body was not following his orders, but strangely his gaze could see even at a 360-degree angle.

Maybe this is a dream?

He wanted to pinch his cheeks, but how could he? His body alone cannot be moved.

When Desmond thought, suddenly Desmond's vision seemed to move forward. At first, he felt like he was in the middle of a meadow but now slowly advancing.

* roar *

It was me?

Desmond heard the roan sound very familiar and also seemed very close; he faintly remembers it. He could also feel that his throat was making a sound, but he couldn't control it feel like someone watching a video with the added feature of feeling immediate sensations.

* stamp * * stamp * * stamp *

This time Desmond felt his "body" moving forward; he looked down and found that he now had four legs?

What the fuck ?!

The thing that surprised him the most was that all four of his legs were not human. The two front legs are smaller than the hind legs.

The two forelegs' shape is as if they were forming a hand, but with long toes and scales and more wrinkles.

Desmond could already vaguely guess what beast he was possessed at this stage, but he wasn't entirely sure yet.

Desmond turned his gaze to the hind legs and saw that they weren't like human feet. These two hind legs also have scales and wrinkles but what makes them different is that the length of the foot is twice that of a human foot.

Not only that, just like that shout earlier, Desmond could feel his sense stepping on the ground in front of him, as if like this it really is his body.

50% of Desmond's guesses are almost correct, but he can't confirm correctly. Desmond tries to wait for another opportunity to see the full form of the creature he is possessed by; besides that, he is also curious about other creatures' lives in this forest.

* squeak ** squeak *

The moment when his 'body' broke through the grass that was as tall as an adult, he felt that his body seemed unfazed. He only heard a screeching sound that made his teeth ache.

Stop it…. Stop it….

Hearing the same thing over and over again made Desmond's brain accept this as reality. Even though this is only a sound, but he felt that all of his teeth were aching. 

Damn… .stop….

* burble * burble *

Just as Desmond was about to faint from not being able to bear this torture, he heard the sound of water in front of him.

Desmond, who had closed his eyes because he wanted to endure the pain, this time raised his head and found himself in front of a vast river.

The water from this river was apparent; besides that, Desmond saw that there was a giant waterfall at the start of the river, while at the end, he saw a hole that seemed to be the place where all the water gathered.

Huff…. That was close; if Desmond was now inside his real body, maybe his face would have turned red as thick as a tomato due to enduring the pain he was suffering from.

This time Desmond looked back from his "body" and found that his "body" had cleared the meadow entirely to make a path. Now he understands what made him ache.

Well ... I'm not sure whether the meadow is the problem or my body ...