The Most Satisfied Reincarnate-Chapter 248: F*CK You System !
[Scanning Host Body...]
[Scan Complete!]
[-Status-
Name: Desmond ππ«ππ²ππππ§π πππ₯.πππ
Gender: Male
Age: 10 years
Race: ???? (30%)
Class: 1st Swordsman/0th Dragon Slayer
Occupation: None
Unique Energy: 52.78
Strength: 38.96
Agility: 21.51
Stamina: 10.43
Dragon Essence : 0]
Desmondβs eyes widened in surprise as he laid his gaze upon his stats. What in the world? Has the system miscalculated? he wondered, his hand instinctively reaching up to rub his eyes in disbelief.
Despite multiple blinks and vigorous eye-rubbing, the transparent screen before him remained unyielding, displaying the unchanged figures of his enhanced abilities. His incredulous gaze lingered on the stats, struggling to comprehend the sudden surge in his strength. His recollection distinctly recalled his strength hovering around 28.xx, yet the current numbers indicated a staggering leap of approximately 10.
A torrent of disbelief flooded Desmondβs thoughts, his inner scream resounding with fury. How in the hell could my strength have suddenly skyrocketed? he silently raged. The vivid memory of his previous power level clashed with the overwhelming evidence presented by his stats.
Confounded and at a loss for answers, Desmond turned to the system for an explanation, only to receive a reply that left him dumbfounded. The systemβs words struck him like a bolt of lightning. [System Conclusion: The sudden increase occurred due to the hostβs body undergoing numerous transformations fueled by enigmatic energies.]
As if stitching memories together like delicate threads forming a tapestry, flashes of recollection trickled into Desmondβs mind, resurfacing one by one like an old, weathered film reel. Each scene unfolded before him, replaying the horrific moment his body was savagely sliced by an assassinβan experience that sent shivers down his spine. Witnessing his own flesh torn apart and callously fed to a ravenous beast was a harrowing and agonizing ordeal.
In a startling revelation, Desmond realized he was now observing the scene from a third-person perspective, positioned behind the assailant and victim. He observed the subtle shifts in their expressions, before the scene abruptly shifted once again, returning to his own point of view.
Before the unfolding memories could continue their haunting journey, Desmondβs attention was drawn to the imposing silhouette of The Black Dragon on the screen. Its four mighty legs and piercing magenta eyes seemed to bore into him, as if the creature sensed his presence, even within this realm of observation.
Desmond stood frozen, momentarily stunned by the unexpected sight of the Black Dragon. Memories of the danger it had posed to him intermingled with the benefits it had bestowed upon him. Its formidable powers had elevated him to a near-immortal state, forever altering his existence.
However, any joy that flickered across Desmondβs face quickly faded as he noticed the fury burning within the dragonβs gaze. In an act of wrath, the dragon unleashed a ferocious assault, rending the screen asunder with its mighty claws. Desmondβs grin transformed into a visage of shock, mirroring the fate of the screen as darkness engulfed his vision.
As Desmondβs vision gradually returned to the real world, he jolted in surprise when Annie, her smooth jade hand waving before his face, brought him back to his senses. Startled, he muttered, "Young master?" while swiftly scanning his surroundings. The absence of the Black Dragon and the intact state of his body filled him with relief, prompting him to release a calming breath. "Ah, yes. Iβm fine," he replied, mustering a smile, only to find himself frozen in realization of an unsettling truth.
Laura, who stood nearby, watched her young masterβs peculiar behavior with astonishment. Her wide, orange eyes shifted between Desmond and the awkwardly positioned Annie, sensing an underlying tension between them.
Curiosity gnawed at Desmondβs thoughts as he closed his eyes, attempting to regain composure. However, the usual tranquility that washed over him in moments of meditation remained elusive. He struggled to summon his customary calm, even as he maintained a semblance of normalcy while regarding his devoted maids.
Then Desmondβs attention was caught by Annieβs salute, a gesture she offered before turning away, her eyes betraying a tender emotion. Furrowing his brows, he found that the transparent screen remained persistent, following his line of sight wherever he looked. However, the absence of the familiar serene sensation left him devoid of joy. That inexplicable calm had aided him in the most critical moments, and its absence now left him unsettled.
"System, locate the peculiar sensation I typically experience," Desmond silently implored, leaning against his bed.
[ERROR! The command is unclear. Unable to process suitable actions.]
His brow furrowed even deeper, his face hardening, creasing with wrinkles around his eyes. He momentarily forgot that the system was merely an AI, incapable of understanding human emotions.
"Never mind. I should focus on adjusting my powers for now," Desmond muttered, diverting his attention back to his status. Yet, he was taken aback when he discovered a bewildering change in his race.
"What the fuck has happened to me now?!" His eyes widened in disbelief, causing Laura, who stood within his line of sight, to blush momentarily before offering a faint smile in response.
Laura cast a glance at Annie, who stood nearby, equally perplexed by their young masterβs distress. "Perhaps the young master simply needs to refresh himself, donβt you think?" Laura suggested, sending a subtle strand of energy toward her companion.
"Itβs a possibility. After all, he even sleeps on the ground when battles take place nearby," Annie replied through their telepathic connection, her eyes fixed on their young master.
The two maids exchanged magical messages, nodding in unison before sharing a wry smile.
Meanwhile, Desmond tirelessly attempted various commands in a desperate bid to elicit a response from the system.
[ERROR! The command is unclear. Unable to process suitable actions.]
[ERROR! The command is unclear. Unable to process suitable actions.]
"Fuck! Why does it feel like Iβm back in my programming class?" Desmond inwardly cursed. Memories of painstakingly troubleshooting code errors flooded his mind, causing him a headache. He recalled the frustration he experienced when a simple misplaced dot after a space led to the entire program displaying error codes. Only programmers could truly understand such agony.
A similar frustration washed over him when he discovered his race labeled with question marks. His excitement and eagerness to unravel the reason behind this anomaly were met with the systemβs consistent refusal, citing the most fundamental of reasons.
Lost in contemplation, Desmond realized that his race should be that of a dragon. After all, he had previously been a half-human, and now his body seemed to be mostly infused with dragon blood. However, the absence of a percentage value next to his race indicator indicated that he was not a pure-blooded dragon. Rather, the dominance of dragon blood within him was exerting pressure on his human side.
With this realization, Desmondβs eyes gleamed with a ray of hope as he eagerly shouted, "That must mean Iβm a Dragonoid, right?! Right?!" He eagerly awaited the transformation of his race, his anticipation brimming with the remnants of his knowledge from reading history and watching mythological movies, hoping it had not been in vain.
[System is attempting to determine the hostβs race...] The appearance of the translucent screen filled Desmond with delight, as he felt that his past immersion in historical accounts and mythological tales might finally bear fruit.
After several seconds of anticipation, a new transparent screen materialized, replacing the previous display. However, as Desmond laid his eyes upon the updated information, the initial joy on his face twisted into an expression of ugliness and denial.
[-Status-
Name: Desmond
Gender: Male
Age: 10 years
Race: Half-Dragon (30%)
Class: 1st Swordsman/0th Dragon Slayer
Occupation: None
Unique Energy: 52.78
Strength: 38.96
Agility: 21.51
Stamina: 10.43
Dragon Essence: 0]
"What the hell! Whatβs the point of providing a general and straightforward naming in the end?" Desmond grunted in deep displeasure. The disappointment washed over him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
Perhaps due to the absence of the peculiar calm effect, Desmond felt more inclined to display his emotions to Laura and Annie, who observed him with gentle and affectionate gazes. Their eyes sparkled as if they were witnessing their childβs growth and finding it intriguing.
Laura, standing by the door with her hand on the handle, stifled an inward scream at the various expressions that flitted across their young masterβs face. "Young masterβs smiles, joy, and displeasure are so amusing!" she thought, her suppressed laughter threatening to burst forth.
Meanwhile, Annie sat on Lauraβs bed, engrossed in a book, but her gaze remained locked on Desmond. A mischievous smile danced on her lips as she seductively licked her lower lip, a sudden display of sensuality. However, as the seconds passed, a wave of surprise washed over her, forcing her to question herself. When had she changed so drastically? She had always been disinterested in people and things, only feigning emotions in front of her young master. Yet, over time, her smiles had become genuine, directed solely at him.
However, the intensity of this effect now felt overwhelming, even for her evolving personality. On second thought, she realized that Laura, too, had been affected. It dawned upon her that all these changes stemmed from their young master, and that realization sparked a wave of curiosity within her.
