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Master of Time

If you have the power to travel anywhere in time, armed with your knowledge, what would you do? Could you prevent wars, natural disasters and the economic crisis? Do you really want to? Wouldn’t you prefer to play God instead? Afterall, only God should have the power to control time. This is the story of my life. It is not for the faint of heart. I never wish for this power, yet I was granted it, nonetheless. I have watched the Great Pyramid being built, Rome being sacked, and unaccountable number of bloodsheds in the names of long forgotten Kings and Queens. Empire rises and falls, yet I remain. That is the single truth. Even the Modern Era is but a tiny drop in the ocean of time. History is just an experience to me. New Hollywood, what is that? Is that more interesting than the Great Migration or The Exodus? I will tell you all about it, the countless lives I have lived. As the Master of Time, time itself is my servant. It is loyal to a fault, preventing death from claiming me. In effect, it forces me to wander all of time and space, for all of eternity. I wonder when, if ever I will be free from this curse and this gift! Disclaimer: Story contains graphical sex scene. Tags: Time Travel, Ruthless Protagonist, Male Protagonist, Godly Power, Alternate History, Celebrities, Wars, Conquests, Kingdom Building. ******************** Discord Server https://discord.gg/ffazvKp

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It is Bad Karma

And since there is no fear in his eyes, I can safely say that killing Mo Shu will not eliminate the danger to humanity that is the Ace of Diamond.

It is quite impossible to eradicate a parasitic entity that can duplicate itself endlessly through the use of infections and assimilations, not to mention it is more than capable of hiding inside countless living hosts, humans or otherwise. It can also lie completely dormant for many years.

Much like a virus.

Actually, it is a fucking virus. A virus that must be eradicated to the last cell.

This is the very reason to why all research data and information pertaining to the Aces are destroyed, so some idiot somewhere cannot recreate them again for whatever reason.

If someone did, much the world might get infected, causing me to press that huge reset button. It is a metaphorical button. I have pressed it once. I hope that I don't have to press again.