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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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Middle of Nowhere

Grandfather eventually relents.

And I get to ride shotgun in the car since he didn't want me anywhere close to his daughters.

Both of his daughters, Stephanie and Misha.

I have zero interest in Misha.

Joshua isn't too happy about the sitting arrangement in the car, but he really has no say in the matter. And as soon as I am dropped off somewhere, he will get to sit in the front again.

Hurrah!

That obviously isn't going to happen if I have anything to do about it.

Everyone is moving as according to my design. Grandfather and his family are no exception.

"Aren't you a little too young to have a place of your own, Max?"

John asks me as the car pulls away from the house. He does not intend to return here from what I can tell, but he keeps a spare key on his person anyway.

The main key to the house is with his wife, Edith, whom he had left at the bank out of rage and anger.

Good ridden to her.