Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

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Name: Caleb

Race: Human

Age: ???

Rank: Taboo Energy (Grade 4) 95,580/1,000,000 + Tier 8 Ghost (Destiny) + Sword Disciple (1st Realm)

Physique: 1000 [Strength, Stamina, Endurance, Agility, Flexibility, Power, Etc...]

Spirit: 1000 [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. Ephemeral Cloak.

-Active Skill-

Gum Gum Rubber. Taboo Energy Sensitivity. Phantom Step. Hardening. Shadow Veil. Color Manipulation (Limited).

Sword Skills:

Sword Aura (Toggled on/off)n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Tip: The basic attribute of a normal human is 5. Continue reading on empire

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Yes, there was another section added to his interface called Sword Skills. As for meaning, it was rather self-explanatory. These are the skills that come from the swordsman power system.

He didn't need to read the description since he already knows how it works. Another thing is, his realm or proficiency in sword was listed as Sword Disciple on the rank section. This means he has now officially three power systems on his body!

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Rozho strolled down the bustling city road, soaking in the morning vibe. The sun was playing peek-a-boo through the buildings, and the streets were coming alive with the rhythm of city life. Now, Rozho wasn't on a casual morning stroll – he had some serious sword business to attend to.

He pushed the door of the blacksmith shop, and the little bell above it jingled. Inside, the clang of metal against metal created a rhythmic symphony. Rozho approached the blacksmith, a burly guy with a bearded face, intense eyes, and hands that looked like they'd seen more fire than a dragon.

"Hey, Guimeng," Rozho greeted, handing over his black sword. "I've got something for you." He pulled out the Jeju Ice Bean material, a rare find that could add a cool attribute to his trusty weapon.

Guimeng, with his blacksmith's apron and a face that showed years of craftsmanship, raised an eyebrow. "Jeju Ice Bean, huh? You don't see that every day. Alright, leave it to me."

As Guimeng got to work, Rozho couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversations happening around the shop. Passersby were chattering about the legendary blacksmith, Guimeng.

"He's a 5-star blacksmith, you know. The best in the business."

"Have you heard? He's the creator of the Swan Sword, the one the king wields!"

"Swan Sword, man! I heard it can cut through anything like butter."

Curiosity piqued, Rozho leaned in to catch more snippets of conversation. Apparently, Guimeng wasn't always a renowned blacksmith. Rumor had it he started as a wood plumber, hands rough from working with logs. The turning point? Some mysterious figure saw his incredible hand dexterity and absolute focus while he was plumbing on the side road. Talk about a life-changing encounter.

The passersby weren't shy about sharing the deets either. "He's the real deal. Takes his time with every piece. That's why he's so darn expensive."

"Minimum of 5 gold coins just to get him to look at your weapon. You better be loaded if you want Guimeng's touch."

Rozho's eyes widened at the mention of the cost. "Expensive, huh?" he mumbled to himself.

Guimeng, overhearing the chatter, chuckled. "Quality comes at a price, young man. Now, let's see what we can do with this Jeju Ice Bean."

As Guimeng continued his work, Rozho pondered the weight of the reputation surrounding this blacksmith. The Swan Sword, the king's blade, and now, Guimeng was going to put his craftsmanship into Rozho's black sword. It felt like a big deal, and Rozho couldn't help but wonder if the weapon he would gift to Caleb would now carry a piece of that legendary touch.

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Rozho's found himself chilling, watching this dude named Guimeng doing his blacksmith magic. The whole place is heating up, sparks flying, and you'd think Guimeng's forging Excalibur or something. It's a show, man.

Guimeng's in this absolute focus mode, like he's in a trance, whispering sweet nothings to the metal he's working on. Rozho's just standing there, trying to peek into the secrets of blacksmithing. But Guimeng's not spilling the beans; he's in the zone, and you don't interrupt a guy when he's creating sword masterpieces.

Outside, a crowd gathers like they're waiting for a rock concert. People are whispering, "Here it is! Guimeng's Absolute Focus!" It's like he's got some superpower that turns iron into gold or something. The crowd's eyes are on Guimeng, and you can feel the awe in the air.

Rozho, being the cool guy he is, is in on the Guimeng fan club. He's nodding like, "Yeah, that's my man at work." But nobody's spilling the blacksmithing tea because Guimeng's the silent genius type.

Eventually, someone from the crowd can't hold it in and yells, "Hey, Guimeng, what's the secret sauce?" And Guimeng? Stone-cold, silent. The man's like a vault, not giving away the magic words of blacksmithing.

The crowd starts talking, though. "Man, I got this sword from Guimeng, and let me tell you, it's like holding a piece of heaven." Rozho's hearing the praises, and he's thinking, 'Okay, maybe I should get one too?'

He was now tempted. Aside from his gift for Caleb, he began to doubt if he needed to save again for another one for himself.

They start this impromptu Guimeng appreciation club. People are sharing stories about how they asked him to customize weapons, and it's like talking about a wizard who granted their weapon wishes. They're throwing compliments around like confetti.

Talk drifts to the qualities of the swords – sharpness, durability, the whole package. Someone even throws in a, "My sword's so good; I cut my vegetables with it." Now that's a quality sword, right?

Then comes the talk about the price. It's not cheap, let's be real. But everyone's like, "Worth every gold coin!" They're saying they'd sell their grandma's heirloom for another Guimeng creation. Two people even spill the beans, saying they're saving every gold coin they find on the street just to afford Guimeng's magic touch again.

Rozho's ears are ringing with praise for Guimeng. He's thinking, 'Okay, this guy's the real deal.' The crowd's buzzing, people are exchanging nods of approval, and Guimeng's just there, still in his blacksmithing trance.

As Rozho's soaking it all in, he can't help but grin. It's like being in the presence of a legend. Guimeng's not just a blacksmith; he's a sword sorcerer, turning chunks of metal into treasures.