Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely-Chapter 348 - - Helping

As his mother left the room, Caleb’s gaze lingered on the enticing desserts before him. Despite the turmoil within, the aroma and visual appeal of the treats proved too tempting to resist. He reached for a delicate macaron, its crispy shell giving way to a burst of sweetness as he took a bite.

The flavors danced on his palate, momentarily distracting him from the lingering thoughts of the missed opportunity in the temple. The velvety chocolate cake, paired with a sip of milk, provided a comforting contrast to the complex emotions swirling within him.

As Caleb savored the desserts, he couldn’t help but appreciate the warmth and care his mother had poured into creating this little indulgence. The subtle sweetness served as a balm for his soul, easing the regret that clung to him.

His three shadows, now mere silhouettes on the wall, seemed to observe his moment of respite. The disdainful one remained distant, the nervous one subtly curious, and the comforting one emanated a sense of understanding.

In the midst of this small, sweet interlude, Caleb found a brief escape from the weight of his recent decisions. The familiar taste of home and the loving gesture from his mother offered a sense of grounding, reminding him that life’s complexities could be momentarily set aside for simple pleasures.

As the last bite of dessert disappeared, Caleb leaned back in his chair, the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the desk gradually slowing. The room embraced a tranquil ambiance, and for a moment, the digital world on his computer screen and the mystical temple with its missed opportunities faded away.

With a contented sigh, Caleb acknowledged the importance of balancing the pursuit of power and ambition with the simple joys of life. As he prepared to rest, he couldn’t shake off the lesson learned from both the dangers of the mystical temple and the comforting sweetness of his mother’s desserts – life’s journey is a delicate blend of caution, ambition, and the occasional indulgence in the sweet moments that make it worthwhile.

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The day started like any other for Caleb as he settled into his routine, navigating the responsibilities and challenges of his dual existence – the mystical world with its ancient temples and the contemporary reality of his Earthly home. His three shadows quietly accompanied him, a constant presence amidst the unfolding events.

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As he was about to leave for another day of balancing the mystical and the mundane, the guard at the entrance of the temple approached him with a somber expression. The guard, a sturdy man whose usual stern demeanor now held a vulnerability, hesitated before finally finding the words.

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"Adam, sir, I must request a day off," the guard began, his voice carrying a weight that caught Caleb’s attention. "My daughter, Monica, she’s in the hospital. It’s serious, sir, and I need to be with her."

Concern etched across Caleb’s face, he nodded understandingly. "Of course, take the time you need. Family comes first. What happened to Monica?"

The guard’s eyes welled with tears, and he took a deep breath before recounting the heartbreaking details. "Monica suffered a stroke, sir. It happened unexpectedly. She was at school, and one moment she was fine, and the next... the doctors say it was a clot that led to the stroke. She’s fighting, but it’s a tough battle."

Caleb’s heart sank as he listened, the weight of the guard’s words pressing upon him. "I’m so sorry to hear that. How did it happen, exactly?"

The guard’s voice trembled as he shared the painful story. "It happened during her school play. She was so excited, preparing for her role. She had a sudden headache, collapsed on the stage. They rushed her to the hospital, and that’s when they discovered she had a stroke. The doctors said it was a rare occurrence, especially for someone so young."

Caleb, usually stoic and composed, found himself grappling with a surge of emotions. The reality of the guard’s distress and the heartbreaking situation with Monica resonated deeply with him. "I can’t imagine what you’re going through. Please, take the day off, and be with your daughter. If there’s anything I can do, don’t hesitate to ask."

The guard, appreciative of Caleb’s understanding, nodded gratefully. "Thank you, sir. Your kindness means a lot. I’ll keep you updated, and I hope Monica pulls through."

As the guard turned to leave, his steps heavy with the weight of worry, Caleb’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Wait, please," Caleb called out, his tone carrying a mix of determination and an unspoken promise. The guard turned around, his eyes searching Caleb’s face for any sign of hope.

"Adam, sir, I appreciate your concern, but I don’t want to burden you with my family’s troubles," the guard hesitated, torn between gratitude and a sense of duty.

Caleb’s gaze remained steady, and he spoke with a quiet intensity, "I can help. Bring me to your daughter."

The guard’s eyes widened with a mix of skepticism and hope. "Help? How? What can you do?"

Caleb simply replied, "I won’t explain now. Just take me to her and don’t forget to bring a small rabbit..."

’Whi bring a rabbit?’ The guard, torn between skepticism and a desperate desire to save his daughter, agreed. He led Caleb to the hospital, where Monica lay in a frail state, surrounded by beeping machines and the sterile scent of medical equipment. The guard watched anxiously as Caleb approached Monica’s bedside.

Caleb, with a solemn expression, gently touched Monica’s forehead. In that moment, a mysterious golden light seemed to pass between them. The room held its breath as Caleb’s powers went to work, transferring the burden of the stroke to a small rabbit he had brought with him.

The rabbit, now burdened with the stroke’s effects, twitched and convulsed for a moment before settling into a peaceful slumber. Meanwhile, Monica’s vital signs began to stabilize, her strained features easing into a more relaxed state. The guard, witnessing the miraculous change, couldn’t believe his eyes.

Caleb, his abilities shrouded in mystery, stepped back from Monica’s bedside, the gravity of the moment hanging in the air. "She should be okay now. Keep an eye on her, and if there’s any change, let me know."

The guard, overwhelmed with gratitude and disbelief, could only nod in response. Caleb left the hospital quietly, leaving behind a sense of wonder and a renewed hope in the guard’s heart.

In the end, the scene shifted to a few days later, with Monica now on the path to recovery. The guard approached Caleb with tearful eyes, his voice breaking as he expressed his gratitude. "I don’t know how you did it, but you saved my daughter. Thank you."

Caleb, usually reserved, couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion. "Family is important. I’m glad I could help."