Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Michael's eyes narrowed as he looked at Azrael and Mark, his voice dripping with malice.

"Do you know Caleb?" he asked, his tone laced with venom.

Azrael and Mark exchanged a confused glance before shaking their heads. "No, who is he?" Azrael asked cautiously.

But Michael's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Since you don't know, then you're of no use to me," he declared, his voice cold and calculating.

Azrael and Mark braced themselves for an attack, their resolve unyielding in the face of Michael's cruelty.

"In this world, I'm the center," Michael continued, his voice ringing with arrogance. "I will conquer the omniverse. And to do that, I need to find out Caleb's secret."

Azrael's eyes flashed with defiance as he met Michael's gaze. "You're crazy," he spat, his voice filled with contempt.

Mark stepped forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "You're no angel," he growled. "You're a demon!"

But Michael merely laughed, the sound echoing through the empty space around them. "Call me what you will," he sneered. "But know this: I am a god, and you are nothing but insects beneath my feet."

Azrael's jaw tightened with determination. "Self-proclaimed god or not, we will never bow down to you," he declared, his voice firm.

Mark nodded in agreement, his eyes burning with righteous anger. "We may die fighting you, but we will never back down," he vowed.

Michael's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Then so be it," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "But know that your defiance will only hasten your demise."

With that, Michael raised his hand, a dark energy crackling around his fingertips as he prepared to unleash his full power upon Azrael and Mark.

But even as they faced certain death, Azrael and Mark stood tall, their spirits unbroken in the face of Michael's tyranny. For they knew that even in the darkest of times, the light of courage and defiance would never be extinguished.

...

Michael stood amidst the aftermath of his brutal onslaught, the lifeless bodies of Azrael and Mark at his feet. He gazed down at them with cold indifference, his mind swirling with thoughts.

"Too weak," he muttered to himself, his voice devoid of emotion. "Weakness has no place in this world."
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As he surveyed the corpses before him, Michael contemplated the nature of death. "Death is the end for weaklings," he thought, his mind drifting to darker places. "They lacked the strength to survive, so they perished. It's as simple as that."

But even as he pondered the fragility of life, Michael's resolve remained unshaken. "The only reliable power is the power of oneself," he mused, his voice tinged with conviction. "External strengths are fleeting, but true power comes from within."

He glanced around at the destruction he had wrought, a grim satisfaction settling over him. "Never fully depend on external strengths," he reminded himself, his words a solemn vow. "They are just borrowed, temporary at best."

With a final, disdainful glance at the fallen bodies, Michael turned away.

...

Michael approached a pedestrian, his expression impassive as he prepared to interrogate them about their surroundings.

"Excuse me," he began, his tone curt but polite. "What city is this?"

The pedestrian glanced at Michael warily before responding. "This is Nova City," they replied, a note of caution in their voice. "It's known for its advanced technology and bustling atmosphere."

Michael nodded, absorbing the information. "And what are some noteworthy locations here?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.

The pedestrian hesitated before answering. "Well, there's the Techno Tower, where all the latest innovations in technology are developed," they explained. "And then there's the Central Plaza, which is a hub of activity with shops, restaurants, and entertainment venues."

Michael nodded again, filing away the information for future reference. "Interesting," he remarked. "And how advanced is the technology here? I've noticed the flying cars and skateboards, as well as the patrolling guards. Who invented them?"

The pedestrian chuckled nervously, clearly uncomfortable with Michael's questions. "The technology here is state-of-the-art," they replied evasively. "As for who invented it, well, it's a collaborative effort among the top scientists and engineers in the city."

Michael narrowed his eyes, sensing the pedestrian's reluctance to provide more details. "I see," he said, though he made a mental note to investigate further on his own.

Changing tactics, Michael decided to inquire about the currency used in Nova City. "What is the currency here?" he asked, his tone neutral.

The pedestrian hesitated before replying. "The currency here is called Penile," they answered reluctantly. "It's used for all transactions within the city."

Finally, Michael decided to ask about the name of the planet. "And what is the name of this planet?" he queried, expecting a straightforward answer.

Michael looked at the mortal in front of him trying hard not to squash him to death. 'If I want to integrate in this new world. I need to stop the urge to kill left and right. Maybe there's other beings here that could actually pose a threat to me aside from that kid Caleb.'

The pedestrian blinked in confusion at the question, clearly caught off guard. "Um, it's called Bluest Star," they replied slowly, as if unsure why Michael was asking such an obvious question.

Michael nodded, concealing his annoyance at the pedestrian's reaction. "Thank you for your help," he said politely, before turning and walking away.

As the pedestrian walked away from the encounter with Michael, they couldn't help but exchange nervous glances with their companion.

"That man was suspicious," one of them remarked quietly, their voice tinged with unease. "He looked at me like I was some kind of insect. It made me nervous."

The other pedestrian nodded in agreement, their expression mirroring the apprehension of their friend. "Yeah, I noticed that too," they replied, their voice barely above a whisper. "He gave off a strange vibe like he was sizing us up."

They continued to walk in silence for a few moments before the first pedestrian spoke up again. "And did you hear what he asked?" they said, their voice incredulous. "He wanted to know what planet this is! Is he stupid or something?"

The second pedestrian frowned, clearly puzzled by Michael's question. "I don't know," they replied, shaking their head. "But it was definitely weird. Who doesn't know what planet they're on?"

As they walked, their conversation turned to speculation about Michael's mental state. "Maybe he's going senile," one of them suggested a note of concern in their voice. "But then again, look at him. His appearance is flawless, far overshadowing even the top models. What a waste."

The other pedestrian nodded in agreement, their expression thoughtful. "It's strange, for sure," they replied, their voice tinged with uncertainty. "But whatever his deal is, I'm just glad he's gone. He gave me the creeps."

With that, the pedestrians quickened their pace, eager to put the strange encounter behind them. But as they walked away, a sense of unease lingered in the air, and they couldn't shake the feeling that they had just crossed paths with someone dangerous.