Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely-Chapter 504 - : The Watcher

Floating amidst the wreckage of shattered planets, Caleb’s eyes were drawn to a sudden anomaly in space—a space crack. It appeared as a jagged line tearing through the vacuum, pulsating with a strange, humming energy. From this rift, emerged a being composed entirely of pure white light, radiating a serene yet overwhelming power.

As Caleb turned to face this luminous entity, his body reacted violently. Overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the being’s presence, he exploded into scum, disintegrating instantly. The light from the being seemed to carry an unfathomable energy, too potent for any mortal or even cosmic entity to withstand directly.

The being, known as the Watcher, observed Caleb’s demise with a detached indifference. "You do not look directly at a higher being," it stated calmly. "Your mortal forms cannot process the complexity of such existence." It was a simple statement, but it carried the weight of an absolute law within this universe.

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The Watcher, glowing softly in the darkness of space, continued, "Your actions have caused significant disorder. Planets destroyed, lives extinguished, and timelines disrupted—these are not trivial matters." It paused, its light flickering like a star speaking in a calm yet authoritative tone, "You became an unknown variable, an anomaly that appeared out of nowhere, disrupting the order I am sworn to maintain."

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It was clear that the Watcher’s role was to oversee the cosmic balance and ensure that the universe remained in a state of equilibrium. Caleb’s actions, driven by power and defense, had inadvertently spiraled into cataclysmic consequences that rippled across galaxies.

"There are few things that remain beyond my knowledge," the Watcher confessed, hinting at the limits of even its vast awareness. This statement suggested that Caleb’s emergence and the powers he wielded were parts of a larger puzzle that even the Watcher was struggling to understand.

Of couse, what the Watcher didn’t know was Caleb was a transmigrator. He wasn’t really an inhabitant of their universe but an outsider. Like a virus in a PC.

The Watcher, floated silently in space, surrounded by the remnants of what had once been vibrant planets. With a solemn tone, it expressed its deep disappointment over the catastrophe that had unfolded. "Countless lives have been lost," it began, its voice resonant even in the vacuum of space. "Among them were individuals destined for greatness, potential contributors to the universal fabric who, according to the original timeline, were to become eminent figures shaping the future of entire civilizations."

The Watcher paused, its light that was covering its entire body pulsating gently. "Their untimely deaths are deviations from the intended course of existence, anomalies I had not anticipated."

Turning its focus to where Caleb was erased, the Watcher utilized its powers to peer into his line of Destiny, on what should Caleb have been—an ordinary life on Earth. "His original future was simple and unremarkable. He was to be just another earthling, continuing his studies, living a mundane life."

"Yet, something altered his course drastically, propelling him to the Transcendent Realm far sooner than any natural progression would dictate. Originally, the strongest he could reach with his talent is just the Extraordinary Realm even with the help of his family."

The being’s light shimmered with a mixture of curiosity and concern as it considered the drastic alteration in Caleb’s life trajectory. "His character, too, has undergone a transformation far beyond normal human development. It’s as if fundamental aspects of his destiny have been rewritten." This change was not only baffling but also troubling to the Watcher, who was tasked with maintaining the balance and order of the universe.

"I cannot ascertain the forces or events that led to such a significant divergence from his original timeline. This deviation is unlike anything I have observed before, suggesting influences or variables that are beyond my current understanding."

As the Watcher concluded its reflections, it cast one last look at the scattered debris and entered the space crack in a flash.

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In the heart of a bustling city, under the gentle murmur of a clear fountain, an old man awoke with a start. His surroundings were unfamiliar, starkly contrasting with his tattered clothes and unkempt appearance. His skin bore the grime of many unwashed days, and his hair was a tangled mess that hadn’t seen a comb in too long. Beside his worn-out shoes, a small, battered container lay overturned, a few bronze coins scattered around it—meager offerings from passersby who had tossed them in pity or in haste.

As he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes and squinting against the brightness of the day, the tranquility of the moment was abruptly shattered. Two city guards, clad in crisp uniforms and stern expressions, approached with deliberate steps. Their eyes were fixed on the old man, their disdain barely concealed.

"You there!" one of the guards barked, pointing at him accusatorily. "This is no place for the likes of you to be sleeping! This fountain isn’t your personal bedroom. Do you want to be punished?"

The old man, still groggy and disoriented, looked around, realizing the eyes of several onlookers were upon him. The clear water of the fountain behind him glistened under the sun, highlighting the sharp contrast between the beauty of the setting and his disheveled state.

"There’s no space for homeless here," the other guard chimed in, his tone harsh and uncompromising. "Leave now, or we’ll make sure you regret it. If we see you around here again, it’ll be the dungeon for you, and we won’t be gentle about letting you starve."

With a weary nod, the old man slowly gathered his few possessions, clutching the container to his chest as he staggered to his feet. His movements were slow, each step weighed down by age and despair. He didn’t speak; his eyes, clouded with resignation, said enough.

As he shuffled away, making his way towards a quiet corner of the city where perhaps he would go unnoticed, the onlookers’ stares burned into his back. The guards watched him go, their faces smug with the fulfillment of duty, then turned back to their patrol, leaving the old man to disappear into the maze of streets, alone with his plight.