The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

HUH ?! Desmond muttered in his mind.

Within this empty space, Desmond could move all of his limbs.

Am I back? But why am I in a place like this? 

Desmond moved his head to the right and left, looking around only to find that he was surrounded by darkness.

This is very dark, but why can I see it.

Desmond then moved his body to get up; he immediately felt the thing he was sitting on suddenly disappear.

Out of curiosity, Desmond glanced down and found that his feet were shining too bright

Hmm? Is all of my body like this? Desmond thought.

When Desmond looked at his shining legs, he tried to stretch his arms and saw his arms also shining. His guess was correct; not only his hands but his entire body glowed, illuminating the darkness around him.

Desmond nodded at this, but his expression froze instantly.

Desmond tried to raise his hand again and found that his right hand had returned intact; Desmond's shocked.

Am I dreaming again? Thought Desmond, his gaze was disbelief because he remembers he had yet to get a master Wizard to heal his hands; other than that, no ordinary healing technique could help him, so how could that be?

When he looked for the right reason to support his current state, he finally came up with the most plausible explanations.

* roar *

This voice….

Desmond felt that this roar's sound was very familiar; the moment he thought about this, a particle of light gathered in front of him.

* clank * * clank *

When the particle of light gathered, each of the light particles collided with each other. Strangely, every time the impact occurred, a melodious tone was heard, making Desmond, who was in front of this, enjoyed the tone.

* wuuz *

After a while, Desmond heard that the tone had stopped and was now replaced with the tone of something taking shape.

Desmond saw that the thing that had formed was the Dragon he had dreamed of. The Dragon was still the same size as the memory in his dream.

It's just that the Dragon's eyes this time are magenta, with the outer part of the cornea shining. Apart from that, everything is almost the same as Desmond's memory, from the body to the Dragon's tail.

Desmond wasn't afraid to face the Dragon in front of him, but he felt a bond with the Dragon in front of him.

"Y… o" Desmond tried to greet the Dragon even though it was about to attack him; he was just conscious, and there was still a system helping him, so the word fear didn't cross his mind.

Meanwhile, the Dragon stared at Desmond intensely. But the Dragon's gaze was not filled with killing intent; instead, the gaze from that Dragon was more inclined towards curiosity. The Dragon also felt that humans were part of his family because of the aura and the smell Desmond gave off.

* groan *

Desmond heard the Dragon replied with a groan, he guesses the Dragon understood what he was saying, and Desmond smiled.

"Good," Desmond saw that the Dragon was also emitting light in this dark room, which meant there was a purpose this Dragon was sent to him. "Can I touch your scales?"

The moment Desmond saw that the Dragon's scales were glowing due to its glowing body, Desmond could no longer hold back his intention to touch the dragon scales.

The Dragon tilted its head when it heard Desmond's question.

"Hmm… this will be difficult. You just need to stay calm. Let me take care of the rest." When the Dragon titled its head, he understood that the Dragon did not fully understand human language.

The Dragon was just stayed on the spot, looking at Desmond, who was slowly approaching him. At first, the Dragon wanted to raise his front legs, but it was as if he did that and killed the human in front of him, then there was a chance that he would regret it later.

According to history in the Saint World, before Dragon Beasts appeared, Dragon actually existed; it is said that each Dragon has a consciousness equal to that of humans. This history was written and modified from generation to generation, which means humans have interacted with dragons.

Desmond didn't believe it when he read this because his trust in humans was fragile. Even though he often read books stating that the Dragon had consciousness, Desmond still didn't believe it.

He was sure all of this was just the author's imagination, but deep down in his heart, he wanted this fact to come true. After all, seeing a dragon was the dream of all the boys, including Desmond.

Even though that dream is gradually being shattered because of life's harsh reality, but dreams will always be looming over.

…

The moment Desmond saw that the Dragon was not attacking him, he was delighted and sped up his pace.

"This is really hard…" Desmond touched one by one the Dragon's scales very slowly, trying to feel and appreciate this moment.

Even though he is only conscious, the sensations he feels and the pleasure he gets are real. Every scale he touch make his eyes sparkling.

At that moment, his gaze fell on the Dragon's upper body.

Desmond thought it would be cool if I could ride it, and he subconsciously did as he thought.

As Desmond climbed the Dragon's body, the Dragon suddenly recalled his last memory of a human stabbing his heart from where Desmond was going to reach.

* roar *

The Dragon threw Desmond by moving its body in the opposite direction.

Desmond, who was still excited about his imagination, flew off, not far from the Dragon's position.

"Ah… that's too bad…" The Dragon's throw was not violent, which meant that the Dragon in front of him didn't mean to hurt him.

Desmond got up and straightened his clothes with both hands; this had become a habit during his years of living in this world. Besides, with Desmond's right hand returning, he could tidy it up cleanly.

Desmond saw that the Dragon was looking at him with a wary gaze. Desmond shook his head, "There's nothing to be afraid of ..."

Desmond stepped forward and tried one more time to get closer to the Dragon.

* roar *

But just as Desmond tried to get closer, the Dragon roared and kept its eyes open.

"So you chose the rough way…" This time the expression on Desmond's face was no longer playful; he took one hundred steps back and got ready.

Besides that, Desmond felt that he could use his energy in this empty space; he didn't hesitate to activate the swordsman skill to speed up his pace.

Just when Desmond had taken final steps, the Dragon's mouth, which had been open, had shot out a giant blue fireball towards Desmond.

Desmond scoffed, "Is this all you can do? Tsk, tsk, tsk ... how embarrassing! " he grinned and chanted a spell.

A fireball the same size as the one that the Dragon created, and the fireball slowly formed in Desmond's hand; the fireball floated above his hand while emitting a heat that was not inferior to the blue fireball.

* swoosh *

Desmond didn't need to throw the fireball or spit it out like a dragon. Instead, he only needed to control it using his mind, and the fireball shot forward towards the blue fireball.

As the two fireballs got close, the smile on Desmond's face grew even eviler. " Take out the spell you used when fighting those spears."

Desmond's fireball split in half and let the blue fireball pass, while after splitting in half, suddenly a hurricane wind formed between the two Desmond fireballs.

The cyclone mixed with the two fireballs and created a fiery cyclone aimed directly at the Dragon. 

Meanwhile, the blue fireball that was aiming at Desmond suddenly gave off steam. "Hehe ..."

At that time, Desmond chanted another spell and created a water barrier; since this is only a space of consciousness, there is no limit to the elements; Desmond made a water ball the size of that blue fireball and extinguished it.

From afar, the moment the Dragon saw this, there was a hint of annoyance in the Dragon's eyes. The Dragon glanced at the cyclone of fire aiming at him at a steady speed. Seeing this, the Dragon just roared.

* roar *

The moment the Dragon roared, his roar seemed to trigger another element of nature. A giant cliff suddenly formed from the floor of this empty room.

The speed at which the giant cliffs formed was so fast and could be seen with the naked eye. After the cliff was formed, it immediately pierced Desmond's cyclone of fire and made the cyclone lose momentum.

* wheeze * * wheeze *

Even so, the typhoon continued to move towards the Dragon and hit the Dragon's tough scales.

* thus *

But the size of the typhoon had significantly changed, to the size of a pebble. Although the Dragon could not speak human language, from the gaze, he also seemed to be mocking Desmond, Weak!

On the other hand, by the time Desmond saw this, he wasn't as annoyed as a dragon ." Interesting …. who would have thought that Dragon could make so many expressions and its intelligence was even better than some humans."

Desmond originally wanted to use the system to scan the Dragon's status, but the system didn't respond, perhaps because this was part of the ritual, Desmond concluded.

[Written by DragonKnov || Published by NovelFull]