Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Caleb woke up with a smile on his face, feeling refreshed. Until now, he couldn't still help but recall the 100,000 contribution points he received. With that, he could now exchange for the Tier 8 recipe of the Shadow Path. He was dying to know just what the next Tier would be and what shadow abilities he would get!

With a yawn, Caleb stood up and sort out the bed that gave him comfort all night. He must say that the hotel deserves its price as it gave him quality sleep. Soft pillows, and clean sheets that don't have an irritating fragrance.

"For eighty-three silvers, this hotel is quite good."

Just like that, Caleb first did a morning walk to improve his mood. Then, went nearby to a two-story coffee shop and ordered a strong black coffee to wake the shit out of him and make him feel fully awake.

After that, Caleb returned to their wooden hut to check on his team. Unfortunately, only Rozho was there. Still, Caleb joined him to eat breakfast, and the two decided to fulfill what they had talked about before.

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"I know your swordsmanship level. But what you show is really the full extent? If you want to learn from my master. You have to reach a certain level first."

Rozho smiled at Johan, who was opposite him.

Hearing this, Caleb smiled and pulled out his Odachi. "So we need to first, right? So you can gauge my level."

Five minutes later, Caleb felt the cold metallic sensation on his neck. He looked at Rozho incredulously. The damn bastard defeated him in just five minutes! Well, the sparring was a battle of pure swordsmanship, after all. No use of destiny abilities. Just a pure battle of swords. It was obvious that in terms of swordsmanship. He's only an amateur with a solid foundation.

On the other hand, Rozho seemed to have studied and trained in the way of the sword since he was a child. In his earlier years, he taught himself, grasped the basis, and mastered. He also fought adults with his sword in the Zero District. All kinds of scums; Robbers, thieves, smugglers, slavers, and so on. The Zero District was a chaotic place because it was a den of criminals and underground gangs. And as said before, it was where Rozho grew up!

Only after Rozho turned fourteen years old did he meet his master, who taught him the three sword flow styles and other sword techniques that improved his understanding of the sword to another level and increased his strength by leaps and bounds.

"What sword style did use in our sparring just now? It's the first time I've seen you use it and it's quite peculiar. I don't know how to describe it. I can't put a finger on it."

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Caleb asked curiously. Yes, Rozho used an unfamiliar style to him. Although he admits to himself that he is still new to the way of the sword. He could still recognize if something was unusual.

Hearing his friend's inquiry, Rozho shook his head with a wary smile. He returned the katana he had in its rightful sheath and said:

"My master has three swordsmanship techniques. One was the three-flow sword style, which was already unusual in itself. After all, wielding three swords is considered out of the norm since every swordsman usually prefers only single-handed or sometimes dual-wielding. Actually, the sword techniques my master possessed originated from some kind of clan in the past. Although that clan isn't high-ranking. They were feared due to their in-depth understanding of swordsmanship."

Caleb found himself in a trance listening to his friend's story.

"The second one was called Free-Wielding Style. It was the sword technique that my master used. It was said that once one reaches the highest mastery of that technique, one could even fight an army of the same realm."

Caleb drew in the cold air as he heard such a powerful sword technique. 'I'll be damned!'

"What's the third? The one you used in our sparring?"

"That's right!" Rozho nodded. "This specific name of the sword technique was Swallowing Sword Style! This is really a weird sword technique, even for me. In fact, it's the first sword technique that the master tried to teach me. Alas, it's damn too simple but difficult.

"You've literally just used it just now. What makes it difficult?"

"No... That's nothing but the tip of the real deal." Rozho sighed bitterly his eyes filled with disappointment. "That's why the one I chose was the Three Flow Sword style because it was more compatible with my style. Master told me that the Swallowing Sword Style, throughout its creation, only had one user. It was the creator... After that, no one seems to be able to comprehend even its basics. What I showed to you earlier was just me trying to imitate the basics but I couldn't even do it properly."

Rozho's eyes became solemn. "Maybe if it's you. You can learn it?"

"Me? Why me?" Caleb almost coughed in embarrassment.

He wasn't a genius in sword! Still, he might really be able to learn it since he has infinite lives. No matter how long it was. Maybe in his other reincarnation, he would be born on some kind of kid with an innate sword physique, sword heart, etc... Who knows, right? But for now, swordsmanship isn't an area he excelled at.

The only thing that makes him special now is his two-power system! Speaking of which...

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Name: Caleb

Race: Human

Age: ???

Rank: Taboo Energy (Grade 3) 3080/100,000 + Tier 9 Walker (Destiny)

Physique: 320 [Strength, Stamina, Endurance, Agility, Flexibility, Power, Etc...]

Spirit: 210 [Mental Strength, Mental Resistance, Reaction Speed, Perception, Five Senses, Dynamic Vision, Mental Energy, Intelligence, Energy Recovery Rate, Soul Def, Soul Strength, Etc...]

Abilities:

-Passive Skill-

Shadow Sense.

-Active Skill-

Gum Gum Rubber. Taboo Energy Sensitivity. Phantom Step. Hardening.

Tip: The basic attribute of a normal human is 5.

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He got another 1500 units of taboo energy after three days. He only needs a damn year to be promoted to grade 4 and obtain another ability and increase his two attributes. At that time, even if he's only a Tier 8 Destiny, he would be able to fight someone like Roger!