Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely-Chapter 403 - - Deliberate

Mic’s ears perked up at the distant sounds of battle, her brow furrowing in concern. "Did you guys hear that?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Caleb and Ed exchanged glances, their expressions mirroring Mic’s unease. "Yeah, I heard it too," Caleb confirmed, his voice low. "Sounds like there’s a fight going on."

Ed nodded in agreement. "It’s coming from the direction we were headed," he added, his tone thoughtful. "We should investigate."

Mic chewed her lip nervously, her mind racing with speculation. "But what if it’s dangerous?" she voiced her concerns. "We don’t know what’s out there."

Caleb considered Mic’s words for a moment before responding. "True, but there could be valuable resources or information to gain from investigating," he reasoned, his eyes glinting with determination. "We need to weigh the risks against the potential benefits."

Ed nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Plus, if there are other participants in the Elite Trial involved, it could give us valuable insight into their strengths and strategies," he added, his voice firm.

Mic sighed, knowing that Caleb was right. "Okay, let’s go," she acquiesced, her tone resigned. "But let’s proceed with caution."

Caleb flashed Mic a reassuring smile before leading the way, his senses alert for any signs of danger. As they drew closer to the source of the commotion, the sounds of battle grew louder, filling the air with tension.

Mic squinted as they approached the scene, her eyes narrowing in on the unfolding confrontation. "Look, over there," she whispered, pointing towards the skirmish ahead.

Caleb and Ed followed her gaze, their expressions shifting to a mixture of curiosity and concern as they observed the clash between the two groups. "It’s a team versus team situation," Caleb noted, his voice low with intrigue.

Ed frowned slightly, his eyes scanning the combatants for any signs of skill or expertise. "They don’t look very impressive," he remarked, his tone tinged with skepticism. "Their wielding of the spear and sword seems unrefined." Discover hidden stories at novelbuddy

Mic nodded in agreement, noting the awkwardness of their movements. "It’s like they’re amateurs," she observed, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I wonder how they even made it to the Elite Trial."

Caleb exchanged a meaningful glance with his companions, his mind whirling with possibilities. "Perhaps they’re a last-minute addition," he suggested, his voice thoughtful. "Or maybe they’re here for reasons other than combat prowess."

Ed considered Caleb’s words for a moment before nodding in agreement. "That could be," he conceded, his gaze returning to the ongoing battle with renewed interest. "Either way, it looks like they’re struggling."

Mic watched the skirmish unfold, her instincts urging caution despite the apparent ineptitude of the combatants. "We should be careful," she cautioned, her tone cautious. "Even amateurs can be unpredictable."

Mic wrinkled her nose in distaste as she watched the combatants wield their weapons clumsily. "What the hell are those ugly weapons?" she muttered, her voice tinged with disgust.

Caleb and Ed exchanged bemused glances, equally perplexed by the sight before them. "They look like makeshift weapons," Caleb remarked, his tone tinged with skepticism. "Perhaps they couldn’t afford proper gear."

Ed nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the struggling fighters. "It’s possible they come from less privileged backgrounds," he suggested, his voice thoughtful. "Not everyone has access to the resources needed for top-tier equipment."

Mic frowned, her mind racing with questions. "But why would they even bother entering the Elite Trial if they’re so poorly equipped?" she wondered aloud, her tone tinged with confusion.

Caleb shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "Maybe they’re hoping to prove themselves despite their limitations," he suggested, his voice tinged with empathy. "Or perhaps they have other reasons for being here."

Ed nodded in agreement, his gaze returning to the ongoing battle with renewed interest. "Regardless of their reasons, it’s clear they’re at a disadvantage," he observed, his tone tinged with sympathy.

Mic sighed, her heart going out to the struggling combatants. "It just goes to show the value of having wealthy parents," she remarked, her voice tinged with resignation. "Not everyone has the same opportunities in life."

Mic listened intently as Caleb argued that having wealthy parents also had its disadvantages. She exchanged a glance with Ed, both intrigued by Caleb’s perspective.

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Caleb elaborated, his voice measured yet firm. "Being reliant on your parents can hinder your ability to become self-sufficient," he began, his tone thoughtful. "When everything is handed to you on a silver platter, you never learn the value of hard work."

Ed nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "Good times can create weak individuals," he added, his voice tinged with understanding. "Without facing hardships, you never develop the resilience needed to overcome obstacles."

Mic frowned, her mind racing with thoughts. "And being a spoiled brat can lead to entitlement issues," she suggested, her voice tinged with concern. "You start to take things for granted and expect everything to be handed to you."

Caleb nodded in agreement, his expression grave. "Exactly," he agreed, his tone serious. "Having wealthy parents can give you a good starting line, but it’s up to you to make the most of it. Their wealth isn’t your wealth, and you need to learn how to fend for yourself."

Ed and Mic nodded in agreement, their expressions reflecting a newfound understanding. "It’s like the saying, ’Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime,’" Ed remarked, his tone thoughtful.

Caleb smiled, his gaze meeting theirs with a sense of camaraderie. "Exactly," he agreed, his voice filled with conviction. "Ultimately, it’s not about the resources you have, but how resourceful you are in making the most of what you’ve got."

Mic furrowed her brows as she observed the ongoing battle between the team with the bald leader and their opponents. She turned to Caleb and Ed, her expression puzzled.

"Guys, what do you make of this?" she asked, gesturing toward the unfolding scene. "The team with the bald leader seems to be losing pretty badly. Do you think they stand a chance?"

Caleb glanced at the ongoing battle, his eyes narrowing in thought. "It’s hard to say," he replied, his voice contemplative. "They definitely seem to be at a disadvantage, but I wouldn’t count them out just yet. They might have something up their sleeves."