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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 · 都市
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A Game of Life (POV)

It feels like mister Max is actually asking everyone in the restaurant where the Queen of Heart is, and even after a while, no one answers him.

There is only silence in the restaurant as no one has said anything all.

What everyone is doing is continuing to stare unblinkingly at mister Max, who is looking at me, waiting for me to speak up. He didn't bother to pay any attention to anyone else in the restaurant even if it is really, really weird for people to stare at him like this.

At least I think so.

It is also very difficult to breathe, as if the air somehow becomes really thick and heavy, but it isn't like this morning when I was unable to breathe properly due to the sharp pain in my chest.

I don't feel any more pain in my chest thanks to mister Max, but I feel very uncomfortable sitting here in this restaurant with him while everyone nearby is staring at him.