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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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The Result of the Past

I also use the smokescreen to morph into an appearance that is more suitable for the task, and I have just the one in mind.

The shapeshifting ability of the biomechanical avatar is very handy, allowing me to become anyone as well as anything that I desire.

Obviously, I prefer to take on a humanoid appearance since I was born as a human. While I could take on a completely alien humanoid form, it will cause mass hysteria later down the road, considering that I will allow someone to live.

And there is no need to kill everyone in this room. At least one person has to live to spread stories and rumors about me.

"Who are you really?"

Sun Xiao asks. Killing intent literally oozes out of his body, coating his form like a malicious aura.

I can sense it from this far away from him, but it doesn't really affect me in any way.