The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Upon seeing this, Desmond's body froze as he blinked his eyes in surprise.

Huh? Did I see it wrong? Desmond thought, his eyes still wide open, staring at the status screen, hovering in mid-air.

He knew the swordsman skill power boost pushing his body's cell to the threshold, giving him a strong power which means his stats will be doubled.

But now...

It seemed this effect because I used body enhancement? Desmond thought doubtfully. After all, he just used Power Boost before, and yet the stats were so different. He can no longer think of any other reason except this.

If his guess was correct, then the power flowing in his body will bring more harm the more he used his strength. Thinking about this already, giving him a headache.

It seemed he should holding back his power again to not destroy his body.

Then what about the indication on my stats? Active skills? 

While Desmond pondering this matter with his eyes still staring at the status hovering screen in front of him, a group of blurry shadows was seen slowly advance toward him behind the blurry screen.

Despite the battlefield situation, it seemed no one notices this group as they easily pass the awareness from the soldiers and the mercenaries.

If it was before, maybe Ray nor Veronica will notice this, but now their attentions were currently focused on battling against the dragon-like creature with all might. They have no spare energy to observe the situation around them.

"Well, this enough to deal with those rats," Desmond spoke, his eyes narrowed, and unconsciously his pupil, which slightly rounded like most humans, suddenly transformed to slit-like an animal.

He also gave off an evil smile, and his aura around his body slowly transformed to a more sinister, carrying faint darkness of shadow from the black dragon.

Without realizing it, his mind and his awareness slowly sinking into the darkness. A voice emerged from thin air, affecting the entire brain's thinking.

KILL, KILL, KILL!

ELIMINATE THOSE ANTS!

DEVOUR THEIR FLESH AND DRINK THEIR BLOOD

Suddenly the natural energy began gathering around his body, forming an endless whirlpool. The natural energy slowly entered toward the necklace on his neck.

The necklace trembled as it sucked the natural energy around it while emitting a faint white light. The light was not too luminous; upon closer look, there was a tiny dark spot on the middle of the necklace that slowly spread, trying to taint all the color on the necklace.

[WARNING !! The strange energy is affecting the host's mind...]

[Beginning process to suppress the strange energy... 0%]

[System failed to suppress the strange energy!!]

[Activating Defense Mode...in 5 seconds..]

Suddenly, his awareness came back to sense with the help of notifications from the system.

Desmond blinked his eyes as he tried to shook his head, making the voice on his head slowly dim. "No, try to suppress this strange energy at all cost!" he commanded

[Trying to use the energy on Host's body to suppress...]

[The method failed! Searching the alternative method..0%]

Upon seeing this, Desmond shifted his attention forward. There were assassins approaching him, judging from the distance between him and them around 50 meters, if there is nothing wrong, they will arrive at him around 5 minutes.

"There is no time left," Desmond spoke as he gritted his teeth. The voice resurfaces again, affecting his thought as his body gradually accepting the strange commands.

Desmond turned his head, his eyes wandering around, trying to find a good spot to hide and at the same time waiting for the system to find the method to suppress his emotions.

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*swoosh*

With a gentle move, Desmond's body dashed back toward the nearby area. With his agility and strength exceeding the peak class of swordsman, he easily wandered around the battlefield area while finding a suitable location.

Near the wall of High rock, covered by thick forest, there a strange group of stone forming a small dome with many small mountains surrounding it. This strange dome looked like a gladiator arena from the outside as only there was only one narrow path to enter.

The surrounding area, except the small mountains, was filled with a tall tress, blocking most of the sunlight from entering.

Upon seeing this area, Desmond was dazed for a moment, unconsciously praising this natural phenomenon on his heart. He then glanced back and found the group of assassins still following him, despite the chaotic situation in the battle.

He smirked before choose to enter this strange dome. Of course, they have the ability to follow him as he deliberately leaving a giant footstep on the ground along with their speed as 2nd Class Swordsman.

With his strength, the foot steeps no longer a soft soil that forms the sole of the foot, can simply sweep by piling it up with a new footing or a wind blast; instead, it has been becoming a small foot pit that looked like a giant footstep.

....

Meanwhile, the assassins who followed Desmond halted their step as their eyes stared suspiciously at the strange structure.

"Should we follow him? " One the assassins asked his comrades, but his eyes mainly focused on the short-haired.

"I don't think so; we should re-arrange this plan. after all, that brat power exceeds our estimation. " The other assassins replied with hesitation.

At first, they think this mission was easy because the target has changed from hunting a Master Witch to her son. Even when they heard the boy was peerless among his peers, still, what can a boy around ten years old do in front of the group 2nd class swordsman?

At most, he will counter-attack, and confidence with his ability to beat them before became despair and crying like a baby when he realized the gap between their power and cannot escape from death.

That was what they were thinking before their eyes bulged out and shocked witnessing the brat speed exceed, no it can say it superior to theirs.

Even the short-haired woman was also shocked to the point her willpower was shaking. The more powerful her opponents, the more excited she becomes.

"No, keep advancing; we cannot fail this mission!" But still, her prioritize is the mission given by Krox. Even this is a joined operation, the assassins only grunted before accept her decision.

They also knew their king is not kind enough to spare a failed product. Thinking about this, a cold shiver ran through their necks.

=== Weekly Challenge!! ===

1. 700 Power Stones    = +1 Illustration(Character/Scene)

2. 1400 Power Stones  = +1 Illustration(Character/Scene)

3. 2100 Power Stones  = +1 Illustration(Character/Scene)

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