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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

Erosire · Urbain
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Display of Real Power

But that is only because Melvin is not taking this seriously, at least against the Chinese grunts standing guard outside the building.

They are grunts because they basically have muscle for brain, but even so, they are more than enough to handle normal people, for humans are quite squishy in comparison.

Against actual Hybrid is a different story, however. More so when it is against a Hybrid from the latter generation, who are just more naturally gifted in contrast to the previous generation.

That power difference remains true despite the diluting of their bloodline, but I suppose that Mother Nature is just very good at her job. Naturally.

"Slow!?"

Melvin questions and glares at me. He stands up straight as his eyes change slightly. Slits could be seen within them now. In addition to his elongated teeth, it gives him a feral-like appearance.