The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

*buzz*

Strange noises sounded on his ears when Desmond opened his eyes. He saw he had arrived at the small room where only one table and two chairs were spotted on the corner.

Apart from that, there was a window that reflecting the view of the inside academy from above. Many chandeliers were hanging around the walls, coupled with the minimal light that only deepened by the window. Thus the room gave a vibe of mysteriousness.

"Welcome, to my small office," Weston spread around his arms, standing in front of the table while smiling awkwardly. Behind him, there was a portrait of himself with the background of the academy.

"Please have a seat," Weston gestured, and he then muttering something, making the portrait began to sucking the natural energy and distorting.

Desmond sat on the chair while continuing to stare at the portrait with a bewildered gaze. He even did not dare command the system to scan any object in this room carelessly.

Weston seemed to be pleased upon seeing Desmond's attitude. He sat with his hand circling on the mid-air as he easily played and controlled the energy, making the white energy look like a thin faint rope that used to be a kid toy.

When the distortion was slowly repairing back the portrait structure, Desmond was a bit shaky upon seeing himself was standing above the rock with his face slightly paled due to maintaining the huge stellar plates on the center of the jungle.

*clap* *clap*

As Desmond was dazed, he was back to sense when a sound of clapping was heard.

"At that time, I was shocked to find the jungle I created become frozen like this," with his hands were clasped and his eyes staring at Desmond as he was prey, Weston released a huge pressure that made Desmond forcefully bearing the pain and lowered his head.

However, it only lasted for a moment before the aura on Desmond's body completely released, revealing a faint shadow of a black creature with its wings spread.

Shit, Desmond muttered inwardly.

"Forgive me for making the mess, principal," Desmond replied with his complexion paled. His hands were actually trembling while bearing the pain. Yet, the system automatically activated by releasing all of his energy that made his situation now awkward.

He looked toward Weston but found his expression odd.  There was no slight change detected; his eyes just kept staring at the faint shadow of him with plain expression.

This is the end, Desmond thought as his eyes turned cold. By judging at his shadow, no normal person would acknowledge his race was a human right now.

But, how could he deny the state or blame the system for this? The system activated because Weston was the first one gave him a sense of danger.

Several thoughts flashed on his mind, and his eyes from cold turned into slit glowing in dark-purple, emitting a killing aura ready to kill anyone for his way out.

Should I try to escape? Looking at the room, there were two exits.

First he could jump out to the window, and with his strength, he could easily land without injury. After that, he would use his custom spell to disappear from the academy while heading toward the portal.

The second was, escaping through the door and immediately use the custom spell to conceal his body.

But the problem lies in my spell. Was Light Distortion spell is enough to distract and fooled a 3rd class wizard?

The thought of attacking Weston at first as a distraction already being rejected by his mind, after all, who was fool enough to attack a former grandmaster with a power mere a 1st class wizard?

After silence for a moment, a sound of gasped was heard as Weston finally showing a shocked expression," I-I can't believe this.... you..."

When Weston finally muttered a word, Desmond was already prepared at words as his hands were gathering energy and his eyes constantly looking at the surrounding and Weston's movement body.

However, Weston's next words halted and aborted all of his thought.

"As expected from the couple's son. I can't believe your family has a method to increase your energy capacity to this extent," when Weston spoke those words, his smile was wry while he shook his head upon seeing the black shadow behind Desmond.

"But, that is one of the reasons I recruited both of them. Now their son did not disappoint me. My vision is truly brilliant, right? Hahaha," Weston laughed, making the tension on Desmond's body vanished as he also let out a breath of relief.

Luckily Weston seemed did not to mind him releasing killing intent toward him.

Without waiting for his answer, Weston muttered something as his hand sweep toward the portrait, making the view of him maintaining the spell slowly changed into the battle between the students.

At the same time, Weston's expression slowly turning into amazement and lit up upon seeing the magic battle with these students," Because of you, all of them did not know who is the thief that stealing their miniatures.

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"But, at the same time, thanks to you, because of this, all of these students became more energize and excited to get back their thing with a thought that their fellow students are lying to them. Hahaha."

While laughing, Weston constantly smacks his hand toward the table while his other hands caress his white beard. His gaze was completely enchanted and locked to the portrait, ignoring Desmond's presence.

What a strange old man, Desmond thought.

He was really speechless as he actually was ignored by the person who brought him to this room. He also did not understand what he should do when other people were fighting for their spot to enter the academy while he just stood in this room without knowing his state was qualified or not.

At this thought, his hands suddenly reached his pockets, but to his surprise, all of these miniatures he collected were gone!

"You can relax, kid. You have passed the first test and just need to wait for the next test for you to enter," With his eyes still looking at the portrait, Weston replied.

At the same time, a small black dimension appears on the table, the black dimension slowly pulling out a shadow of Desmond's miniature.

When Desmond saw this, he just standing while curiously staring at the black dimension that slowly vanished," Principal, can I ask a question?" Desmond calmly asked while glancing between the portrait and the Weston.

"You want to know what the type of the next test, right?" Weston replied, still with his eyes looking at the portrait. Now the image already changed into someone that Desmond was familiar with.

Oh, isn't that the annoying Clark and the rounded ball Gibson, Desmond thought.

"Yes, principal," He replied, but now his eyes were staring at the upcoming battle between them from the portrait.

"Do you mind waiting? I want to watch these kids first."

"No problem," Without hesitation, Desmond replied and pulled the chair to get closer to the portrait.

[Written by DragonKnov || Published on NovelFull] 

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