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Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Caleb suffered an accident while driving a car that claimed his life. Only to reincarnate in an entirely different world. He thought that it was his second chance to climb the peak of life. However, he died in his second life at the age of five years old tragically. Then he was reincarnated again! He died in his third life at the age of fourteen years old; he died due to various reasons ranging from natural disasters to machinations of people. It was a vicious cycle of dying and reincarnating. His initial confidence and vigor were replaced by horror and fear. He can't seem to get past 18 years old! He noticed a pattern that he was dying before he could even reach adulthood. He didn't know whether his infinite reincarnation was a blessing or a curse. "Who can tell me why can't I get past 18 years old!?" The feeling of dying, again and again, pushed him to the brink of insanity. So Caleb made an oath that he would strive to live past 18 years old and break the vicious cycle! For that, he knew that he needed to give his everything, and do things he didn't want to do, to survive! 'Wait how the hell did I get reincarnated in the body of an orc? Not only humans, but I can also reincarnate as a monster!? What's next? A slime? a goblin?' Caleb stared dazedly at the sky, full of questions. ... Caleb has reincarnated time and time again billions of times. After acquiring enough knowledge, combining different power systems of countless worlds, and strengthening his soul, he found a way to godhood. This is the story of a normal human living a true, eternal life! An actual god! ... Buy My Privilege For: Tier 1- Advanced 7 chapter for 100 gold coins Tier 2- Advanced 10 chapter for 200 gold coins

MadScythe · Fantasy
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544 Chs

521: Lion Versus Gorilla

As the first rays of morning light seeped into the small underground hideout, Caleb stirred from his sleep. He sat up slowly, his body unfolding from the makeshift bed of moss and leaves. With a habitual stretch that cracked the bones audibly, he rubbed his eyes, still heavy with the remnants of sleep. A yawn escaped him, and he ran his fingers through his unkempt hair, attempting to tame it somewhat but giving up midway with a chuckle.

The ant, already awake, scurried around doing its morning routine. As Caleb watched, amused, the ant meticulously cleaned its tiny space, moving small pebbles and rearranging leaf bits. It even managed to convey, through actions and scribbles in the dirt, how each task was vital for maintaining the structural integrity of their humble abode and avoiding unwanted moisture.