Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely-Chapter 505 - : New World

As George, the tattered old man, vanished into the quieter corners of the city, the murmurs among the bystanders grew into distinct conversations. Two onlookers, a middle-aged woman with a concerned expression and a young man with a notebook under his arm, lingered near the fountain, their discussion reflecting the incident they just witnessed.

"I’ve seen him around before," the woman said, nodding toward the direction George had taken. "That’s George, isn’t it? Always sweeping the roads or chasing after something for someone. It’s a hard life, living like that."

"Yes, that’s George," the young man replied, scribbling something in his notebook. "He does whatever odd jobs he can find. Last week, he helped Mrs. Patterson find her lost cat. And just yesterday, he was cutting weeds along the roadside. Earns a few coins here and there, but it’s never enough, is it?"

The woman shook her head, her eyes following an imaginary path that George might have taken. "It’s a tough world for people like him. Out here in the outer perimeter, at least folks tolerate him. They might not do much to help, but they let him be."

The young man nodded, closing his notebook with a snap. "Exactly. And did you hear how the guards threatened him? If this were the inner perimeter, or heavens forbid, the central areas, they wouldn’t just threaten. It’s lethal there for people like him. Seen as dirt, treated worse."

"It’s all about where you are," the woman sighed, her gaze wandering back to the sparkling water of the fountain, now peaceful again. "Here, at least, he can find corners to hide in, places to rest, even if just for a little while. There, he’d be lucky to survive a day."

...

Caleb, now inhabiting the body of an old man named George, sat slumped against a weathered stone wall in a secluded corner of the city. His new form was frail and worn, the complete opposite of the powerful being he had been just moments before. "Damn, not again," he muttered under his breath, a scowl forming on his deeply lined face. "Where did that effing thing even come from? To make me explode just by looking at it, even with all my strength... just how powerful is that being?"

He continued to grumble and curse softly to himself, frustration evident in his tone. Caleb was intrigued by the universe he had stumbled into; he hadn’t anticipated that his actions, which had led to the destruction of planets, would prompt a higher being to descend and erase him so effectively. "It’s unfortunate, but it is what it is," he sighed, resigning himself to the new reality.

As he adjusted to his surroundings, Caleb began to examine his new body more closely. He flexed his hands, noting the stiffness and the aches that ran deep into the bones. "Must be about 60 years old," he concluded, assessing the limited mobility and the overall frailty of his form.

Caleb then delved into the memories of George, the man whose body he now occupied. He saw flashes of George’s life: the long days spent sweeping streets, the nights huddled by the fountain, and the simple tasks he performed to scrape together a meager living. It appeared that George had died just last night near the fountain where Caleb had awoken. By some stroke of fate, Caleb’s soul which was being carried by the time slime bumped on the dying body and successfully seized it just as usual and rather easily at that.

As for the cause of death of the old man? It’s not that simple.

Surprisingly, the feeling of weakness gradually disappeared. Caleb smiled as he felt the overwhelming power flow through his body. His hard-earned power that he gained through countless traversal that could obliterate planets remained intact.

Caleb smirked. "Save progress is indeed a blessing."

Caleb leaned back against the cool stone wall, his mind buzzed with the possibilities of this new world. Last time, he had explored through a universe teeming with diverse aliens and intricate power systems, achieving a level of strength that could shatter planets. Now, as he felt the same potent energy coursing through his frail human vessel, a spark of excitement flickered within him.

Although its a pity that he had to part with the Earth team and not become the strongest in the Universe Ascendancy Games. He knew that he could do nothing about it.

He scanned his surroundings, a blend of curiosity and caution in his eyes. "What kind of power system does this world operate on?" he wondered aloud, almost expecting the dusty streets and old walls to answer. "What unique knowledge might it hold, and how can it benefit me?" If it was a normal world. He would be unlucky.

Caleb’s thoughts wandered to the potential of reaching another breakthrough in his strength. This world, with all its unknowns, could hold the key to new realms of power. Yet, for now, he recognized the need to be prudent. Despite the vast energy hidden within him, to the outside world, he was nothing more than an elderly man, perhaps destitute, certainly not a threat that could destroy a planet. How scary, right?

With a strategic mind, he considered his next steps. Information was crucial; he needed to understand the societal structure, the levels of power, and the potential adversaries or allies he might encounter. "No need to rush," he murmured to himself, a plan slowly forming in his mind. "Revealing my strength now would be foolish, potentially drawing the attention of beings as powerful as that being shrouded with light from before."

"There are really powerful beings secretly watching no matter what world. Just like that damned Michael. So, no matter how powerful am I. I should keep that in mind that if I don’t want to repeat what happened earlier."

"Damn it. I’ve been very careful. Didn’t expect I would die for killing stupid aliens who kept provoking me..."

Caleb recalled how the figuire in white light shattered the space and appeared beside him. Such a level of power that involved the domain of space is too far away from the current him.

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As he pondered, Caleb’s gaze drifted to the people passing by—none gave the old man more than a fleeting glance. "They see a decrepit old man, an easy overlook," he thought, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. This anonymity could be his greatest asset as he navigated this new environment.

He decided to start small, maybe pick up odd jobs or eavesdrop on conversations in markets or taverns, gathering tidbits of information that could piece together a clearer picture of this world. "First, establish a base, perhaps some semblance of a normal life to blend in," Caleb planned, his mind already racing with the logistics of his undercover exploration. Continue your adventure at novelbuddy

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the alleyway, Caleb’s old man visage seemed to blend into the surroundings, just another unnoticed face in the crowd. Yet, beneath the surface, his mind was alive with plans and the potential of this new world.