Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

'Pheww... My taboo energy finally recovered to its peak.'

Caleb stood up and patted his sore butt from sitting for hours. He could feel that the sound of metallic clashing lessened and he could see humans or vampires in his location. This only means one thing. 'Did the war finally enter its final phase?'

Except for the loud booming sounds of shockwaves caused by the exchange between the General of the Army and Draco. The surroundings where he was at definitely quieted down a lot.

Caleb suddenly felt a headache as he remembered the Anti-Shadow Demon Alliance that was searching for him everywhere. 'Well, this is boring. With the current situation. Even though my taboo energy capacity was filled to the brim again. I can't afford to participate in this war any longer or those bastards would surely flock over me.'

He couldn't really target them one by one since they're always together. Afraid of him cherry picking them. It puts him in a tough spot. Luckily, his contribution points were enough to secure the next recipe for his advancement.

Participating in the war would just put him in unnecessary danger. He still has a bright future ahead of him in this world. After all, he was a Destiny. Not a mere mortal any longer than only lives for a hundred years at most.

The lifespan of destinies? Tier 9= 200. Tier 8= 500 (Increase of 300 lifespan). Tier 7= 900 (Increase of 400 lifespan). Tier 6= 1,400 (Increase of 500 lifespan) and so on... Although Destinies could live for such a long time. They're not immortal. Except if a Destiny reaches the highest realm, which was Tier 1.

When Caleb thought of this. He shook his head and decided not to think about it. After all, lifespan or something. It had nothing to do with him. He was eternal! Let's that he become Tier 6 and he could live up tp 1,4000 years. Would he really be able to live all those years? He would surely die halfway or just 10% of the total of his lifespan! Although he had already broken the vicious cycle. He still doesn't trust his damned luck! Surely, one of these days, a nuclear bomb or an SSS-rank spell would fall on his house unknowingly one of these days while he was sleeping.

He doesn't doubt that such a thing won't happen. After all, a lot of far-fetched things had happened to him. They were unreasonable and beyond common sense. Even now, he could only survive thanks to his wits and strength. But no one knows when his cursed luck would run out!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Caleb gave the place he used to recuperate a final glance. It was just a random dark alley in the corner. He chose this particular place since it helps him cover his presence thanks to his passive ability Ephemeral Cloak.

There was nothing on the place except from the heap of garbages and underwear hanging on top of wires connected to a window of huge manor. The manor was surprisingly intact since it was a bit far from the center of the battlefield or where most battles take place.

With a sigh, Caleb rubbed his hands. "What should I do next? Since I can't participate anymore. Should I just watch Luna and others and make sure that they're? Hmm... Wait!" Caleb's eyes lit up as he thought of something. 'Should I sneak in to the 6th District? Where the Royal Family were at? This is a timely opportunity to collect information about the energy source or even sneak it out!'

He was filled with excitement as he thought of this. Everone was preoccupied with the war. No one would notice that he disappeared and would just think that he was somewhere in the battlefield fighting or hiding for his life from the Anti-Shadow Demon Alliance! No one would know that he actually sneak in to the 6th District!

Caleb clenched his fist. 'I would hit a lot of of bird with this stone. I might also gleam a lot of secrets about the royal family or steal some precious artifacts.'

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Caleb, with his usual flair, slipped unnoticed into the heart of the 6th District, his steps swallowed by the inky embrace of the shadows. The district, usually bustling with activity, was now a chaotic canvas painted with the hues of war. Undeterred, he glided through the darkness like a ghostly specter, his movements calculated and precise.

Approaching the district gate, Caleb found an unexpected obstacle – a guard. This guard, unlike the average sentry, possessed perceptive eyes that seemed to scan every inch of the surroundings. A formidable opponent, but Caleb, being Caleb, thrived on such challenges. 'This guard is at least Tier 7...'

He paused for a moment, his mind working at lightning speed. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes as he surveyed the area. "Well, well, a guard with a keen eye," he muttered to himself, his lips curling into a sly grin.

As the guard scanned the perimeter, Caleb merged seamlessly with the shadows near the gate, becoming one with the darkness. His hand moved upward, signaling the beginning of his daring maneuver. With the agility of a seasoned acrobat, he took a step back into the cover of a particularly dense shadow, his muscles twitching in exertion.

The guard, oblivious to the imminent threat, continued his vigilant watch. Caleb's heart raced, not from fear but from the exhilaration of the impending challenge. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the shadows that clung to him like a second skin.

In the blink of an eye, Caleb slid beneath the guard's keen gaze, utilizing the shade of the shadows as his cloak. The guard, caught off guard, felt a sudden chill but couldn't pinpoint the source. As Caleb emerged on the other side, he glanced back at the befuddled guard and couldn't help but smirk. He channeled taboo energy, hardening, and sword aura on the edge of his hand and imitated a knife, then hit the guard on the neck.

"Nice try," he whispered to the unconscious guard, who crumpled to the ground, completely unaware of the shadowy intruder's presence. Caleb, ever shameless, produced a length of rope with the use of his gum gum rubber and expertly bound the guard, ensuring he wouldn't cause any trouble. The durability of gum gum rubber was tested and proven.

"Sorry, my friend. Duty calls, and I've got a front-row seat in the VIP section," Caleb quipped to the unconscious guard. His shameless demeanor remained intact, even in the clandestine act of infiltrating the 6th District.

With a final, mocking salute to the subdued guard, Caleb disappeared into the labyrinth of the district, shadows embracing him like loyal allies.