Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

In a place covered by shadows. One would see ten-meter statues in a wide hall surrounded by walls filled with moist green mosses. Each of the statues had different weapons in their hand; sword, spear, saber, dagger, etc... They had different facial structures but they were all made of similar white stone. What's really unsettling was that blood was flowing out of their eyes with no sign of stopping.

In the center of the hall, there was a wide throne created and designed to show the opulence of the one that sat on it. Gold metal was as clear as a mirror, with four red orbs etched on it. Dark green mist surrounds the throne, blinking and appearing out of existence.

On the throne, a figure was sitting like a boss with his left arm leaning on the hands of the throne while his chin rested on his hand. He has a pale face, blood-red full lips, equal facial thirds, long ramus, good chin projection, ideal jaw, and mandible. The hollow cheeks made his high set-cheek bones and maxilla even more defined.

His nose is of the ideal shape, compact amid the face, and good hairline. Like his lips, his pupils were red. But not blood red, as it was as clear as spring. The figure has hooded eyes, almond-shaped eyes, positive canthal tilt, and eyebrows tilt. One would be reminded of wolves ready to hunt their prey when one stared at him.

The figure has a bored look on his face, but his aura screams of dormant seriousness and regality, which contradicts his outer appearance which fully reflects a calm and collected, scholarly temperament. In a sense, the figure's appearance and temperament were a bundle of contradiction and a sense of wrongness.

However, when only talking about the face. The figure has everything that the model agencies on Earth look for. An ultimate dark triad look. The looks of a fallen angel! After all, the dark triad has three classifications. From high to low. Fallen angel, vampire, werewolf. This doesn't pertain to race but to looks.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

As for attire, the figure on the throne wears all black from head to toe, which further emphasizes his pale complexion. If Caleb was here, he would surely curse 'Damn, there's a person that is paler than me!?

Just like that, in the silence of the hall, the figure stood up... Causing his long white hair to fall to his waist. His hair was akin to that of Sephiroth, from the final fantasy. Since his throne was on a high vantage at the center of the hall. His gaze fell below where a legion of black-hooded vampires kowtowed to him. No one even dares to breathe or look up as if afraid of that figure!

"The time has come for our Laughing Blood to cause chaos and take what is rightfully ours! Take over the above and make the city our full supplies. Humans had long lived above us, which was a humiliation..."

"For years, we had to hide underground in the city. Hide from the sun. But now... We should end this! Our race is far superior to that of humans! We are inherently faster! stronger! smarter! And we live longer than them!! They are just our food and the way for us to expand our numbers. In the future, our Laughing Blood would pave the way, and convert 80% of humans to vampires! We will be known as the Originals! We will stand at the top of the food chain! Apokalips and humans would bow down to us! We will build the very first Vampire Empire!! Starting with this city... We will start our plans. Two years from now on."

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Just like that, two years had passed. Caleb, now, is 20 years old. Successfully escaped the vicious cycle and entered the stage of adulthood for the second time in the last hundred million years! A thing worth celebrating! Why a second time? Because he is only an adult in his first life. After the time slime brought him to wander in the river of time where he constantly slumbered in an unknown amount of time.

After constant reincarnation. He woke up in hundreds of child bodies and he couldn't even reach adults in those lives. But now, he finally escaped it! Caleb's first major mission since being eternal was finally fulfilled! It's all thanks to strength! The stronger he becomes, the stronger his survivability becomes!

Although he doesn't have a biological family in the World of Destiny. He celebrated his birthday with his friends and teammates. As for the 19th birthday, the milestone of escaping the vicious cycle. He celebrated it with them vigorously and even set up a grand party with his savings. As of now, he has a hundred thousand gold coins in his bank account.

He's not really an extravagant guy and rarely buys anything. He's not a materialistic, superficial person either. After all, everything he buys or strives for in this world or the next world would be wasted. Buy a house? Can he bring that shit to the next world? Buy clothes and weapons? Still the same question... Can he bring it to his next world? Marry a woman and create a family? Can he bring them to his next other worlds? Enjoy new tales from empire

In his opinion, there was no benefit to such a thing but unnecessary attachment. He doesn't want to get attached to a lot more. His friends and his team are enough. He doesn't need any more weaknesses. Yes, he considers his friends as his sole weaknesses. Add another one? No shit! Though, he might think so now, he can't really control his thoughts in the future. He acknowledges that people change. Who knows if something would change his perspective? Not to mention, he's a damn traveler of worlds and eternal. Change is inevitable. Also, he doesn't plan to have a family if he doesn't even have the means to bring other people into his next world or so.

Pleasure of sex? I mean, he could just visit red districts, hire women, and relieve his pent-up frustrations once in a while, right?