Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

In a secure briefing room filled with somber-faced officials, the Earth Team recounted the events at the compound. Caleb, his usual brash demeanor subdued, explained how they had apprehended the white-haired teen and the subsequent suicide that left them with more questions than answers.

"The fucker offed himself before we could get anything out of him," Caleb reported, frustration evident in his voice. "But he said we're qualified for the UAG, so I guess we passed their twisted test. We've got three days till our ride to the games shows up."

The officials nodded, processing the information. One of them, a high-ranking military officer, addressed the team. "Your actions have not gone unnoticed. The council has already been informed, and preparations for your departure are underway."

The room shifted attention to the more solemn matter of their fallen teammate. "We've taken the liberty of sending Zoey's body back to her family," another official stated, his tone respectful. "She will be given a hero's funeral, and her family will receive a pension reflecting her service and sacrifice. Everything has been arranged to ensure they are taken care of."

The team acknowledged this with quiet nods, each lost in their thoughts, the loss of Zoey weighing heavily on them.
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As the meeting concluded, Caleb found himself restless, the wait for the next phase of their mission gnawing at him. Deciding to use the time to center himself, he announced, "I'm gonna go into zen mode for the next three days. Meditate, clear my head, get my shit together before we head off to the games."

Finding a quiet space away from the hustle of the military base, Caleb settled into a meditative pose, his back straight, hands resting on his knees, eyes closed. He focused on his breathing, each inhale and exhale deliberate and slow, letting the events of the past days wash over and off him like water on stone.

Caleb's mind, usually a whirlwind of strategy and curses, gradually quieted. Images of the mission, the fight, Zoey's last moments, and the smug grin of the white-haired teen faded into the background, replaced by a deep, encompassing calm.

For three days, Caleb remained in this state, detached yet profoundly connected to his inner self, seeking the clarity and strength needed for the upcoming Universe Ascendancy Games. The Earth Team, respecting his process, carried on with their preparations.

...

At the completion of three days, Caleb had emerged from his meditation with an edge that had honed down the natural sharpness and foulness to apparently a focused edge. "Time to get back to the real fucking world," he grumbled to himself, pushing up onto his feet and stretching a bit to make his limbs feel a bit more limber and responsive after the prolonged stillness.

Meanwhile, Zoey's family had received her body, the grief palpable in the air. But the army had, doubtless, taken great care to treat her remains with respect, presenting the closed casket, draped with the national flag, giving her full honors. In a small, private ceremony, the family was gathered, portraying pride and subdued sorrow.

Those are people who will remain grateful for the service she rendered to them, even if gratitude and proudness are feelings too hard to feel with aches over her untimely death. Her parents accepted condolences grimly from friends and a vast contingent of people, including colleagues and military people. He swept his eyes back to the team, where each of the members was dealing with his own way of the loss and the tension of the upcoming mission.

"Ok," he said in a gruff, voice full of undercurrent camaraderie, "Zoey's gone, and it's a fucking tragedy. But moping around isn't what she would've wanted."

He paced in front of them, steps slowed to careful deliberation. "We're squaring off in the Universe Ascendancy Games, going head-to-fucking-head with Alien freaks that will never be fucking hesitant about ripping us apart. So, we must be at the top of our game here. Sharp, focused, and fucking ready to handle anything they throw at us."

All teammates put their heads down with all the depth of grief at the words of Caleb; into the unity of their real situation, necessity to move on in memory of Zoey, and future trials of the Universe Ascendancy Games.

Caleb stopped, literally looked each of them in eyes. "Get your shits together. Train, plan, and remember why we are doing this. We're fighting not just for ourselves or Earth; we're fighting for Zoey's dreams to live on. Losing is not a fucking option."

In the solitude of his room, Caleb fired up his device for a rare video call. His father Richard appeared on the screen, his face lined with age and worry. Behind him, Caleb's brothers, Delvin and Klein, jostled for a view.

"Son?" Richard began, his voice tinged with a mix of pride and concern. "Good to see you, son. Your mother's tied up in meetings, but she sends her love."

Caleb, usually stoic and brash, allowed a brief smile. "Yeah, Look... I don't have much time. Shit's about to get real serious out here."

Delvin, the more serious of the two brothers, leaned in. "We saw the news, the stuff about the games and your... adventures. You kicking ass out there?"

Klein, the younger and more light-hearted, chipped in, "Yeah, and don't worry about mom. She's just busy saving the world in her own way."

Caleb's response was interrupted by a knock at his door. Annoyed, he snapped, "What the fuck is it now?"

He opened the door to find a staff member, slightly out of breath. "Sir, the spaceship for the Universe Ascendancy Games has arrived. You need to see this."

Caleb ended the call with a brisk, "Gotta go, family. Duty calls. I'll make it back, promise."

Stepping outside, Caleb was greeted by the sight of the spaceship. It was a colossal structure, sleek and imposing, its design a blend of aerodynamics and brute strength. The hull was a dark metallic gray, with panels that shifted slightly, adapting to its environment. Massive engines at the rear hummed with pent-up energy, and the cockpit was a transparent dome, offering a 360-degree view. Emblazoned on the side was the emblem of the Universe Ascendancy Games, a galaxy swirling around a clenched fist.

The ship stood on three sturdy landing gears, each one anchored deep into the ground, vibrating slightly as the engines idled. Its presence was both thrilling and intimidating.