The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

[The Blood of the Flying Lizard has been successfully injected into the Host's body!]

[WARNING!! A strong resistance has been detected from Host's blood!]

In the room filled with cauldrons with any type of blood on it, Desmond was seen sitting in the chair with his hand holding a syringe with the long and sharp needle that had pierced into his right hand.

As the needle pierced his hand, wrinkles began to pop out like a mushroom on his forehead. Desmond's magenta eyes shone as he gazed straight at the green blood that slowly decreased in the syringe barrel; the blood began flowing through the space inside the needle that eventually tainted his vein.

Like a green dye dyed in clean water, in an instant, the green blood spread through his vein, enveloping his entire hand that eventually turning his vanilla skin into a big swollen green skin. The vein on his hand began twitching and getting bigger.

At the same time, Desmond felt an intense pain begin attacking his mind. His mouth was trembling and he couldn't help but let out a groan.

"Argh..." Amidst the continuous pain, Desmond then bites his lower lip, causing red blood to drip. The blood fell to his pants before touching the ground.

Upon a closer look, the color of his blood was not pure red again, there were traces of green dots tainted and looked thick compared to normal blood.

Desmond already sweating as his gaze slowly becomes blurry. The grip on the syringe also loosened almost fell to the ground. He tried his best to steady his hands while looking at the rest of the green blood in the barrel.

However, the feeling of his brain being ripped apart made him lose focus and his body started to limp.

As Desmond was busy resisting the pain, he suddenly noticed a strange shadow emerge from his body from the corner of his eyes; the shadow then began enveloping his eyes, mouth while also summoning a faint shadow of the tail that instantly twisted around his neck.

He could feel his throat was being strangled, causing the energy flow on his body to be unstable like a raging wave of the sea.

With a faint tail strangling his neck, the air that had entered his throat to supply the heart was slowly deprived of oxygen, turning his eyes red as he began to run out of breath.

Facing this situation, Desmond was desperate to dispel this strange shadow, yet he found his mind and his will started to fade.

Like a boat kept sailing further from the land, his consciousness slowly sank deeper into unknown space before he felt a sudden heat like burning charcoal on his body.

His body felt like it was being boiled at a high temperature. Moreover, he could feel the blood in his body starting to circulate in reverse. The blood normally supplied by the heart began to suck in the newly entered green blood, which eventually slowly changed its nature to red.

While Desmond was stunned by these sudden changes, a faint image of a black dragon suddenly flashed in his mind. The black dragon was staring at him with its mouth opened, showing his black larger teeth.

The dragon seemed to be grinning at him, mocking his incapability of handling his own problem. However, Desmond soon noticed a trace of green blood on its mouth.

Although the black dragon's behavior really annoyed him, he knew this black dragon had helped him. Before he could speak, the scene then shattered with a transparent screen from the system that greeted his view.

[The blood has completely emerged with host's body!]

[Host's stats has been updated!]

[A new ability is found on the host's body!]

[Displaying the data...]

[

-Status-

Name: Desmond

Gender: Male

Age: 11 years

Race: Dragon

Class: 0th Dragon Slayer (70%)

Occupation: None

Unique Energy: 222.00

Strength: 135.00

Agility: 145.00

Stamina: 44.40

Dragon Essences: 15

Innate ability(Embed): Sharp Claw

]

"Ohh!" Desmond realized there was a new panel in his stats causing his eyes to lit up and also dispersing the blurry vision while jolting his body awake from the drowsy feeling. He looked at the new panel again and instantly looked at his hands with one of his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Sharp claw? A claw in my hand?" There was no knowledge or sudden information stuffed into his mind. He tried to ask the system but got no answer which meant he could only find out by himself.

"If this ability is called 'sharps claw' for a reason, then should I have a claw to active it, or can I just use it like this?"

Desmond pondered and then tried to mimic one scene from the famous movie from his past world, raising his hand with the palm facing against him, trying to clench his fist and hoping it would summon the claws from the back of his hand.

"It's not working?" Desmond frowned. He looked between the skill name and his hand before trying another experiment," Then what about this?"

After realizing there were no changes or responses, he then tried to imagine and focused his mind only on his nails. Soon he felt something uncomfortable feeling as if his hands suddenly became heavy.

"Woah!" Desmond exclaimed in surprise. His nails had grown from 5mm to 300mm long, in addition, instead of white and vanilla-like like the normal human nails, they had become dark black metal.

Desmond was astonished by his nails for a moment and the next moment he tried to wave his hands. Yet, he accidentally hit the table before him causing a clanging sound and a heavy thud could be heard.

"What..."

Looking at the broken table with a deep claw mark imprinted in the outer, Desmond was in disbelief as he gazed at his nails.

"Hard like steel, "Desmond muttered and once again waved his hand, but the aim was not his table , instead of the cauldron not far from him.

Crash!

The cauldron instantly shattered into many pieces of black wood. When Desmond looked at this, he concluded the hardness of his nails could be compared to the most famous material, Silveral!

"Amazing, amazing!" Desmond was beaming with joy and then looked at his hands as if it was the most precious treasure. He then tried to use a spell, against his elemental swords and the beast's scales.

....

After several minutes passed, experimenting with his new nail skill, Desmond suddenly sighed and looked at the size of his nails then shook his head," Although the power is no less than Silveral, the length is the hindrance. If my nails can be a litter shorter, it would be a useful weapon to sneak attack."

As soon Desmond spoke those words and looked at his hands, the nails suddenly shrunk to 250mm. He was shocked by this to the point his brain stopped functioning for a moment.

"Is this real? I can adjust the size of my nails?" Still not believing what he saw, Desmond tried to imagine the size into 1000mm in length.

Boom!

Like a rock falling from the high ground, the wooden floor was easily destroyed with his nails buried on it. "Crazy," Desmond complained while wiping off the sweat on his forehead. However, the grin and his rough breath clearly tell the opposite.

....

After playing and trying many tricks in several minutes, Desmond was finally satisfied. Only after he looked back at the transparent screen, did he realize there was another change on his stats besides the new ability, "A percentage! there is progress in my class!"

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This story is written by DragonKnov & Published on NovelFull

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