Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

As he worked, his customers, mostly adventurers. They shared stories of narrow escapes and fierce battles, each more dramatic than the last. Caleb listened, occasionally chuckling or raising an eyebrow in amusement, but he never divulged any personal details about himself. He preferred to keep his mysterious past and his immense powers hidden beneath the surface of his affable blacksmith persona.

The door to the workshop swung open, and a particularly distressed adventurer rushed in, breaking the steady rhythm of storytelling. The man's face was etched with desperation as he approached Caleb with a weapon in hand. It was a sword, its blade cracked and hilt splintered, looking more like a relic of defeat than a tool of battle.

"George, you've got to help me," the adventurer pleaded, laying the damaged sword on the workbench. "I've been to every blacksmith in the city, and they all say it's beyond repair. You're my last hope." Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Caleb picked up the sword, turning it over in his hands, examining the extent of the damage. The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation as everyone waited for the blacksmith's verdict. Caleb's eyes narrowed in concentration, his fingers tracing the jagged lines where the metal had split.

The adventurer watched anxiously, his hope hanging on the skills of the man before him. Caleb remained silent for a long moment.

Finally, he looked up, locking eyes with the desperate adventurer. "Let's see what can be done," he said.

The adventurer was still anxious so he offered Caleb a handsome reward: a hundred silver coins and a secret technique known only to a few. This technique was not just any skill; it was a level 2 Ki technique, something that Caleb had his eyes on for quite some time.

With a big grin and a sparkle in his eye, Caleb responded cheerfully, "Easy peasy, don't worry, I'll repair it!" He was confident in his abilities, knowing well that his unique fusion ability could handle any challenge thrown his way.

The day was long and the shop was busy. People from all corners of the town came to Caleb's forge, bringing with them weapons that needed repair.

The sun began to set and the last customer walked out, Caleb found himself alone with two large piles in his workshop. One was a heap of various weapons needing repair, and the other was filled with requests to create new, powerful weapons.

Caleb rolled up his sleeves. Though the task seemed daunting to any ordinary blacksmith, Caleb was far from ordinary. With his fusion ability, he could meld anything with monstrous efficiency, ways that seemed almost magical. The clock ticked away, but Caleb was in his element.

Hours passed, and the piles of weapons and requests slowly diminished. In just two hours, what seemed impossible was now a reality—every weapon repaired and every new request fulfilled. Caleb wiped the sweat from his brow, satisfied with the night's work.

With the moon high in the sky, signaling the deep hours of the night, Caleb decided it was time to rest. He locked up his shop, a soft smile playing on his lips, pleased with the day's accomplishments. Walking through the quiet streets, he made his way to his inn, looking forward to a well-deserved sleep.

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The next morning, Caleb was jolted awake by loud noises coming from the room next door. Groggy and a bit annoyed, he rubbed his eyes and tried to figure out what was happening. It turned out to be the innkeeper, a man known around town for not being very kind or fair. He was knocking loudly on Caleb's door, claiming that Caleb owed him 300 silver coins for his stay.

Caleb, still sleepy but quickly getting annoyed, opened the door and faced the innkeeper. "Get lost!" he exclaimed. He knew very well that the cost for his room was only 50 silver coins, not 300. The innkeeper, caught in his own trick, laughed awkwardly and admitted defeat. "It seems I can't fool you," he said as he took the 50 silver coins from Caleb's hand and walked away.

Feeling a mix of relief and irritation, Caleb locked his door and went down to the first floor of the inn to have breakfast. The dining area was bustling with energy. Many adventurers were there, eating and sharing stories with each other. Their voices filled the room, mixing together into a lively hum.

Caleb found a table and sat down to eat. he listened to the conversations around him, he picked up bits and pieces of a disturbing topic. Many adventurers were talking about a notorious group known as Evil's Eye Call. This group was causing trouble throughout the kingdom. Their most heinous acts included kidnapping children, which had everyone on edge.

"The Evil's Eye Call is becoming a real problem," one adventurer said loudly. "They've been kidnapping children all over the kingdom!"

"Yeah, I heard the guild has posted an A-level difficulty mission to take them down," another chimed in. "It's not going to be easy, but something has to be done."

Just like that, he couldn't help but overhear more details about the notorious Evil's Eye Call from the adventurers around him.

"The Evil's Eye Call? They're brutal, man," one adventurer said, leaning closer to his companions. "They've got members from all over, some of the toughest and meanest folks you can imagine. They don't just scare people; they leave towns in ruins!"

Another adventurer, with a penchant for dark humor, chimed in with a grim smile. "Yeah, they're not just stealing candy from babies; they're practically stealing the babies themselves!" His joke landed with a heavy thud, reflecting the serious threat posed by the group.

Meanwhile, the innkeeper, overhearing the conversation, added his own insights while cleaning a table nearby. "Their leader is a mystery, but everyone knows they're after control and power. They've burned down villages just to make a point. The Evil's Eye Call doesn't do small-time crimes; they're in it to instill fear and take over."

As the adventurers continued to talk, Caleb learned that the main goal of the Evil's Eye Call was to overthrow the current rulers and establish their own harsh rule. "They want to control everything," an older adventurer noted. "Land, resources, people—you name it. If they're not stopped, we might all end up under their thumb."