Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

David's expression turned serious as he leaned back. "The Silica Valley... a red zone. The mortality rate there is unforgiving. We've lost hundreds of scouts, even a Tier 7 Destiny, to its dangers."

Caleb absorbed David's words, his eyes narrowing in thought. The conversation shifted to the significance of green, yellow, and red zones, each denoting varying levels of danger and peril.

As David concluded his explanation, Caleb's gaze hardened with resolve. "I appreciate the heads up, David. I'll tread carefully. After all, the end goal is worth the risk. Once I have these ingredients, there'll be no turning back. I'll ascend to Tier 7 and face whatever abominations are in there."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Luther," David began, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and concern. "He's a Tier 5 who managed to survive the Silica Valley. It's quite a feat, considering the mortality rate there."

Caleb's eyes widened with intrigue. "Survived? That's no small accomplishment. How did he manage it?"

David leaned back, his expression serious. "Luther is a Captain of the Guards, a formidable force in his own right. He ventured into the Silica Valley, faced its dangers, and lived to tell the tale. But the price he paid was steep. Five days after escaping, he fell into a coma."

Caleb frowned, absorbing the gravity of Luther's ordeal. "A coma? What happened to him during those five days?"

David shook his head, his gaze distant. "That's the mysterious part. Luther woke up last year, but he doesn't remember anything about his time in the Silica Valley. It's as if those five days were wiped from his memory. He doesn't even recall going there in the first place."

Caleb's curiosity deepened. "That's strange. How could he forget such a harrowing experience?"

"Luther is a legend in his own right," David explained. "As a Captain of the Guards, he's practically invincible in his realm. He single-handedly apprehended two Tier 5 Evil Destinies, dared to speak against the general of the army, and even dismantled two evil cults. He's a force to be reckoned with."

Caleb's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Impressive. How did he manage all that?"

David leaned forward, his eyes reflecting the admiration he felt for Luther. "Luther is known for his incredible combat skills and strategic prowess. He's not just a warrior; he's a leader. His actions have made a significant impact on maintaining order within the city."

As the conversation unfolded, David detailed Luther's achievements with a mix of awe and reverence. The Captain of the Guards had become a symbol of strength and resilience, even in the face of the enigmatic Silica Valley.

Caleb nodded thoughtfully, contemplating the legend of Luther. "Surviving the Silica Valley and facing its unknown dangers... If even such a legendary character suffered, it just shows how fucking dangerous it really is..."

"The language." David rolled his eyes. He couldn't help but notice that Johan had quite a poisonous, vulgar mouth after a few interactions with the latter.

'What am I supposed to do? This is how I talk.'

Caleb complained inwardly.

As David concluded his tales of Luther, a solemn expression marked his face. He looked at Caleb with a stern warning in his eyes, giving him a final, meaningful gaze before dismissing him. It was a silent acknowledgment of the challenges that lay ahead in the mysterious Silica Valley.

With a nod, Caleb left the room, contemplating the information he had just received. As he approached the exit, he muttered to himself about the difficulty of acquiring the last three ingredients needed for his Tier 7 shadow path.

"Damn it," Caleb grumbled under his breath, voicing his frustrations to no one in particular. The arduous journey ahead weighed on him, and the seemingly insurmountable task of obtaining the elusive ingredients gnawed at his resolve.

Lost in thought, Caleb strolled through the city streets, the bustle of activity around him fading into the background. As he walked, his heightened senses on alert, a sudden disturbance above caught his attention.

A squawk echoed in the air, and Caleb instinctively looked up just in time to see a plummeting object headed straight for him. Without thinking, he swiftly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the projectile that crashed onto the ground with a soft splat.

Caleb's eyes narrowed as he realized the nature of the unexpected assailant. A bird, perched on a rooftop, had decided to relieve itself at the most inconvenient moment. An annoyed scowl crept onto Caleb's face as he wiped away any stray droplets from his clothes.

"Stupid bird," he muttered, his frustration finding an outlet in colorful language. "Couldn't find a better place to do your business, huh?"

However, bird's victorious caw echoed in the air. It landed with a self-satisfied flair, perched on the edge of the rooftop, its beady eyes locking onto Caleb with an air of disdain.

Caleb, still mid-dodge, froze in a moment of incredulity. The audacity of the bird's insolent gaze left him momentarily speechless. It was as if the avian assailant, having executed a successful bombing run, now reveled in its victory, wearing an expression of smug satisfaction.

The bird's eyes bore into Caleb's, and in that brief exchange, an unspoken challenge passed between man and avian. The city's usual hustle and bustle seemed to fade into the background, leaving only this bizarre standoff between a bemused destiny and an indignant winged adversary. The bird's expression was 'Stupid human! You dare to mock this sky-lord?'

Caleb, regaining his composure, shot the bird a look of mock affront, as if to say, "Really? Is this the game we're playing?" The bird, unimpressed by the human's attempted defiance, cocked its head in what could only be interpreted as avian mockery.

Shaking his head with an amused smile, Caleb continued on his way. The bird, satisfied with its conquest, took off with a final haughty flutter of its wings, disappearing into the vast expanse of the sky.

"What a weird day."

Caleb sighed, feeling that something wasn't quite right with the damn bird. However, he couldn't just figure out what's wrong. 'Next time I see it again, I'll fucking grill and marinade it with butter.' Continue your journey with empire