Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

After the encounter with the mysterious Tier 8 Blood Fiend of the Laughing Bloods. The Team Seven returned to their camp to report what happened and gave the golden piece of rock to Captain Roger.

They didn't encounter any Apokalips in the capital city. Well, they haven't even explored it properly, as their objective was achieved earlier than they expected.

The good thing is, that Roger wrote down their contributions on a parchment of paper for the sake of fairness. Once they go back to the base, the parchment will determine the amount of their contribution points bonus. As for the Laughing Blood, Roger showed a hint of anxiety and furiousness. However, he didn't say anything.

...

Each team returned to the camp after they successfully accomplished tasks given to them by Roger.

Roger positioned himself at the heart of a camp, encompassed by a space stretching eight meters in width and reaching a height of four meters. His hands were on his back as he faced his subordinates with a profound expression, like a sage.

"All of you did a good job. You accomplished the tasks I gave in due time. Team one, you guys did an excellent job at scouting the possible enemies ahead."

Andre, Luna, and the other from team one smiled at Roger's praise. Actually, they didn't feel that the task was hard since they barely saw Apokalips. What's more, they just marked their locations and didn't even have to fight them.

"It's our job." Andre, who acts as the leader, bowed with humility.

Roger just smiled lightly, then began to say the contribution of the other teams. Why though? Because he knew that it was needed to boost the motivation of the scouts under him and spark a sense of competition among them. After all, competition is sometimes needed to make people work harder.

With him reporting what each of the team accomplished. They would get validation and a sense of recognition from the other teams which will make them work harder. Such a basic psychology, although he wasn't as proficient as the hateful David, he was still a qualified captain.

Team two were the ones responsible for the food. They're the ones who took the time to hunt beasts and dissect the edible parts.

Team three were on the other miscellaneous things. In simple terms, logistics. This team was the one that took the role of transporting, storing, cleaning, and arranging things for the camp. It wasn't the hardest role, but it was the most labor-intensive.

The rest of the team also has their own parts. However, what really surprised him the most was the fact that team seven managed to complete the task he thought was the most difficult was what. Honestly, he didn't have much hope that they would be able to find the Golden Boulder and only have a fluke mentality. He wouldn't also blame them if they fail.

Still, who would have known that they would complete it? Not to mention, in the shortest amount of time! He was now looking forward to what surprise the team seven would give him in the future.

On the other hand, the thing about the Laughing Blood unsettled him the most. The team seven got the golden bolder in the hands of the Blood Fiend. He doesn't have a clue what the Blood Fiend was cooking. What schemes or evil plans do they have this time?

Why would they send a Tier 8 Blood Fiend for the golden boulder? Roger couldn't help but scratch his eyebrows in stress.

This is problematic!

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Roger couldn't help but glance at the team seven for a moment. To be able to survive... No, make a blood fiend retreat. Someone among the team seven must be unexpectedly powerful!

...

In a clearing near the forest, the ground started to rumble. Hundreds of scouts walked in unison like trained soldiers. It's been a week since team seven's encounter with the blood fiend. In their march within the week, they fought seven Tier 9 Apokalips, of which four were dispatched by Roger himself.

Caleb and the others didn't have the chance to join the fight and contribute since there were just too many enthusiastic scouts greedy to contribute! And well, they paid the consequences for that. Three died and four suffered injuries. The respective team leaders of the ones who died got scolded by Roger for half an hour for not being responsible enough for their members.

***

Name: Caleb

Race: Human

Age: ???

Rank: Taboo Energy (Grade 2) 8220 /10,000 + Tier 9 Walker (Destiny)

Physique: 125 [Strength, Stamina, Endurance, Agility, Flexibility, Power, Etc...]

Spirit: 80 [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.

-Active Skill-

Taboo Energy Sensitivity. Phantom Step.

Tip: The basic attribute of a normal human is 5.

***

Satisfied with the additional 140 units. Caleb closed his interface and scanned the surroundings.

They are currently in an unforgiving desert, where the sun beats down with unrelenting fervor, turning the sand dunes into a sea of scorching waves. The landscape stretches as far as the eye can see, a seemingly endless expanse of golden-brown sand, with dunes rising and falling like colossal, frozen waves in a timeless ocean.

As for why, there's a desert inside the Wall of Rose. It beats Caleb. Still, such a thing isn't strange in the World where Apokalips exists. As for the name of the Desert, Roger calls it the Desert of Life.

The air is parched and still, carrying the distinct scent of hot, dry earth. The ground beneath his feet is a mixture of fine, powdery sand and coarser grains that shift with each step, making progress slow and laborious.

The sky above is a brilliant azure, marred only by the occasional wisp of a cloud. The sun blazes like a relentless, searing orb, casting harsh shadows that dance and shimmer on the dunes.

Sparse vegetation fights for survival, with tufts of hardy, sun-scorched grasses and the occasional gnarled desert shrub clinging to life.

In the distance, a mirage appears and disappears, a tantalizing illusion of water that forever remains just out of reach. The desert is a realm of extreme temperatures, where the days sear with blistering heat, and the nights bring a bone-chilling cold that seems to suck the warmth from your very soul.

To such a place, Caleb was unaccustomed. "The days are long... Damn it."