Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Caleb woke up with the sun poking through his window, acting like a natural alarm clock. Rubbing his eyes, he let out a yawn that could probably wake up the entire street. Man, mornings weren't his thing, but you gotta do what you gotta do.

First things first. He stretched like he was trying to reach the sky. Arms up, back cracking–a real symphony of joints popping. Then, he shuffled to the sink and splashed water on his face to shake off the remnants of sleep. Let me tell you, it's a crucial step; otherwise, you'll be walking around like a zombie all day.

The room, if you could even call it that, was more like a wooden box with a roof. No fancy stuff–just the basics. So, after the face wash routine, he gave the place a quick tidy-up. You know, push the messy stuff under the bed–out of sight, out of mind.

With that, Caleb geared up for whatever the day had in store. Mornings might not be his best friend, but a good start to the day is crucial!

'Where did those four sleep?'

Caleb sighed as he didn't see the usual scene where the four either had their backs on the wall sleeping or lying on the ground like dead pigs. Yes, they could afford beds and luxurious things now, but it was as if they were already used to sleeping in these kinds of ways.

As for Caleb, he bought a soft white bed directly. Unlike the four, he still prefers comfortable on a soft mattress.

Stepping out of that cramped wooden box of a room, Caleb found himself face to face with the great outdoors. I'm talking trees, man–like, a bunch of them. The forest spread out in front of him, doing its tree thing and giving off that natural vibe. You know, the kind of place where birds might burst into song at any moment.

Taking in a lungful of the fresh forest air, Caleb cracked a smile. "This is how it should be every freakin' day," he muttered to himself. None of that city smog or the noise of people arguing over who knows what. Just him and the trees, doing their tree thing.

Feeling a bit adventurous, Caleb decided to venture deeper into the woods. Maybe it was the tall trees or the fact that nature had a calming effect on him – who knows? He had this idea to find the perfect spot to stabilize his sword aura. A little one-on-one time with nature, you feel me?

As he strolled through the forest, Caleb could sense the shift in atmosphere. Trees stood tall, leaves rustling with every breeze. It was like the forest itself was giving him a nod of approval, welcoming him into its green embrace.

Finally, Caleb found the spot. It was like the forest knew what he was up to and decided to gift-wrap the perfect clearing just for him. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a natural spotlight on the area. It was serene, almost like the universe saying, "Hey, do your thing, Caleb."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Dropping into a makeshift meditation stance, Caleb closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In his mind, he could feel that dormant sword aura waiting for him to give it a purpose. This was the real deal, the moment he'd been gearing up for. The forest, quiet and respectful, became his training ground.

He started to focus, the world around him fading away as he delved into the core of his being. The sword aura, usually just chillin' in the background, was ready to party. Caleb began the process of stabilizing it, imagining it weaving into the very fabric of his being.

The forest, in all its leafy glory, watched as Caleb went to work. Birds might've chirped in approval, or maybe that was just his imagination. Either way, he was in his element, doing his sword aura thing surrounded by nature's applause.

And as the sun continued its journey across the sky, Caleb remained in that forest clearing, forging a connection between himself and his sword aura.

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So there's our protagonist, Caleb, right? Just a regular guy trying to get a grip on his sword aura. No biggie, you'd think. But man, let me tell you, it's a whole rollercoaster of chaos and tree-chopping madness. Your journey continues on empire

Caleb, in the middle of this forest paradise, decides it's the perfect spot to stabilize his sword aura. He's all like, "Yeah, nature, let's do this!" Little did he know, nature was about to throw him a curveball.

So he closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath–the whole meditation drill. His sword aura's being a bit rebellious, you know? Like a mischievous puppy itching for trouble. First attempt, no big deal. Second attempt, a slight twitch. Third attempt, and BAM! The aura goes haywire, making a rift the size of a truck on the forest floor. Talk about a wild workout.

Caleb, being the stand-up guy he was, didn't let that slide. He's got trees falling like dominoes, a ten-meter rift in the ground, and he's probably thinking, "Well, that escalated quickly." It's like nature turned into a chaotic circus, and he's the main act.

But here's the kicker–it happens again. And again. Fifteen times, to be exact. Trees getting the axe rifts tearing up the scenery. Caleb's aura is like that friend who can't handle their drink at a party–causing a ruckus for everyone.

At this point, Caleb was already scratching his head, wondering if he was doing a sword aura workout or auditioning for a lumberjack role. He's got a mini forest apocalypse in his hands, all thanks to his unruly aura.

'Didn't expect it to be this hard to control...'

Finally, after the fifteenth attempt–and who knows how many fallen trees–Caleb decides he's had enough. He's got that determined look, you know? Gritting his teeth, clenching his fists, and getting all serious. Intensive spirit control is the name of the game.

And guess what? It works! The sword aura finally decides to behave, like it's saying, "Fine, I'll play nice now." Caleb, covered in dirt, scratches, and probably a few leaves, lets out a triumphant "Gotcha, sucker!"

But you know how it goes–success is often accompanied by a good ol' complaint. So there's Caleb, standing in the aftermath of his personal forest apocalypse, shaking his head and muttering, "Such a pain in the ass!"