The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Chapter 107 - My Power

 " Wait ... what ..." The moment he heard his father's words, Clark's heart skipped a beat before he felt the warmth of his father's hug.

"Thanks again ... " Albin sounded sobbing while hugging his son.

The Clark family finances are complicated indeed; if it weren't for Clark being Elizabeth's childhood friend, maybe the Clark family's fate would be the same as the Gibson family now.

For years after his father was forced to quit being a noble, all the neighbors' gazes became cynical; they had to endure this shame until Clark was born.

Clark only felt the same feeling when he wanted to befriend the neighbors' children; they gave Clark a disgusting look at that moment. 

On another side, Elizabeth's arrival changed everything, and therefore, Clark felt responsible for being a knight and protector of Elizabeth from any dangers.

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After a few seconds of hugging, Albin let go of his hug and looked at his child with a smile.

This situation became awkward because either Clark or Albin just kept quiet without saying a word.

"Um...mm... Is there anything you want to say again? " Clark start the conversation; he could no longer stand counting the birds passing in the sky.

Clark and Albin are not too close; Clark is the type of child who is more familiar with his mother than his father. Therefore, after his father embraced him, he felt a bizarre feeling.

This strange feeling was very different from when he's hugging his mother; he also didn't know what to say. Comfort his father? No way that would make the atmosphere even awkward.

"Ah ... you can continue your training again, hahaha " Albin laughed awkwardly and accelerated his pace.

After seeing his father leave, Clark looked back at the wooden target he made in front of him, "Uncle said that every time I attack, my gaze will focus on that point."

He raised the katana, shoulder level, and then pulled his right hand back so that it was parallel to his cheek.

Clark then closed his eyes; his mind only focused on the points he wanted to attack in his consciousness.

Clark then opened his eyes and looked straight without looking at that point ...

* swoosh * * clak *

The tip of his katana stuck to the wooden target; he looked at the point he was attacking, and then he sighed, "That's impossible for the current me ..."

His initial target was the lower part of the wooden target, but without looking at the point he wanted to cut, his sword attacked at a point far away from the point he wanted. 

"Yosh, once again…" Clark took a step back and sighed.

This time he holds the word around his waist; his left hand is where the "grip" should be, while his right hand is in the center of the katana's eye.

If this katana wasn't made of wood and Clark had secured it without the sheath, he might have injured himself just by now because he was using it the wrong way.

* swoosh *

The wooden katana moved swiftly, past his fingers and finally hitting the wooden target.

* clak *

"Ouch," Right after he hit the wooden target, Clark found his right hand as if it had been stabbed by something.

He then looked at his right hand and found a piece of wood had entered one of his fingers, "Shit ." Clark then tried to remove the wood chip by squeezing it with two fingers.

"Aw ... Aw ..." even though it hurt, Clark continued to squeeze it until the skin around the squeeze was red.

 "A little more." He saw that the black dot that was on the skin inside his hand was slowly poking out.

"Finally!" This is not the first time Clark has experienced something like this. Ever since he made this wooden katana, he had experienced countless incidents of this.

Clark then looked up at the sky and found that the sunlight was already on his head; he also subconsciously covered the light with his hands. "Looks like I really should ask mother for gloves."

Every time Clark experienced this incident, it would definitely take a long time to get the wood chip out. During this time, he had also refused to wear gloves, hoping that every time the fragment pierced his finger, it would take his body to the next level.

"How stupid I am, until now I still believe in that." At this time, he just realized that time is valuable, and his ego is what keeps him from growing.

"Clark," Yasi called out her son from afar. She felt strange when she saw that her son was lamenting his own fingers, "Get ready, we will also meet Eliz in the shop." Yasi ignored this and went back into the house.

"Got it," shouted Clark; he canceled the spell, and it made the wooden katana back into roots and became aground.

Clark entered the house and saw that his clothes were neatly arranged, complete with shoes and pants on the guest chair.

* clatter *

"Quickly get ready; after you finish your business with Eliz, help your father take care of his wine shop," Yasi said while wearing her clothes in the living room.

Clark smiled wryly when he saw this; he was still not used to his family's habit of wearing clothes in the open area even though this is their home, but still, this is a living room!. "Yes, mother." 

Forced, Clark also took off his clothes and changed them side by side with his mother.

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Meanwhile, in the underground.

The light that entered through the cracks in the rock in the room and a child with brown hair meditating in the middle of the pentagram. 

After he conscious, the child was Desmond, he found a notification from the system telling him to meditate, digesting the blood he had drunk. 

"Ugh," Desmond groaned in pain; when seen from outside, Desmond's veins glow black. All the veins that were on his body like life, they stick out and swell.

* pop *

There was also black blood coming out of Desmond's tightly closed mouth. The blood flowed out continuously, making Desmond cough repeatedly.

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After a few minutes, a pool of black blood formed around Desmond, making his clothes wet.

Desmond then opened his eyes and emitted a ferocious aura around him.

"My consciousness is mine!" Desmond suddenly shouted, bringing the pentagram blue flames to life and circling the pentagram's outer circle.

* swoosh *

Suddenly a gust of wind entered and made the blue fire grow.

* roar * x10

At the same time, a dragon's roar suddenly resounded throughout the room. This roar made the underground tremble.

* crack * * crack *

The few cracks in the underground walls from the previous battle had gotten wider.

"This is bad." Desmond panicked when he saw this; he was currently in the process and couldn't be bothered.

Luckily the ten roars were only heard once; he then looked around and found movement in the pool of blood around him.

* babble * * babble *

The pool of black blood made the bubbles burst as if it was hot lava. Besides, each time the bubble bursts, the result of the explosion creates a whirlpool.

Surprisingly, when compared to the floor Desmond was sitting on, this pool of black blood seemed to be located in another space.

Whirlpool, which is made of each bubble, sucks up the pool of blood around it. The whirlpool also looked very deep, and the number of the whirlpool that formed has amounted to the same amount of dragon roar he had heard. 

Desmond seemed to be floating above a shred of wood on the sea while experiencing a rainstorm when viewed from the outside.

When Desmond saw this whirlpool, he knew that his test wasn't over yet. Desmond tried to strengthen his consciousness again by meditating.

* roar *

But human curiosity was stronger than their will; just before Desmond closed his eyes, he glanced at the whirlpool and found that there was another dragon roar.

Desmond was surprised, he didn't close his eyes, and this time he saw another whirlpool.

* roar * * roar *

Just like the previous whirlpool, another whirlpool let out the sound of a dragon's roar. Fortunately, this roar didn't carry such a strong destructive power. This roar was the same as a cat making a cute voice.

Desmond then felt the heat; he glanced at the fiery blue flames surrounding the pentagram that seemed to be enlarged.

Oh my god, is this also include part of the test? Desmond stared in disbelief; from any perspective, the test for obtaining this class had reached an extreme level. 

But, this is far from being the fear I used to be, Desmond thought. Being the heir to the number one mafia organization is no joke!

"Come, my time is limited!" Desmond shouted at the whirlpool that was giving off a roar and at the slowly enlarged blue flames that wanted to burn him.

* whoosh * * roar *

As if they had a consciousness, when Desmond challenge them, the first change occurred to the whirlpool in the pool of black blood.

From within, the whirlpool formed a small dragon that seemed to be a mini version of the black dragon he fought in the realm of consciousness. This little dragon was as small as Desmond's hand; Desmond glanced at the other whirlpool and found the same thing.

* roar *

Other dragons were formed from that whirlpool; besides that, the whirlpool disappeared after forming the black dragon and returning to its original state, a black blood pool.

The dragons only have a shape similar to the original body, while as for claws, horns and scales, their bodies are purely made of blood with bright red eyes.