Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Caleb and his squad reconvened on a deserted hill, the safe haven they'd chosen for regrouping after the daring rescue. The night was quiet, the only sounds were the distant calls of nocturnal animals and the soft murmuring of the children they had just saved. The stars shone brightly above, providing a serene backdrop to the urgent discussion that unfolded.

"We've got the kids out, which is great," Markus began, looking around at his team and the quiet group of children. "But we can't forget the last part of the mission. We still need to deal with the members of Evil's Eye Call."

"Yeah, but first, can we just talk about George's performance back there?" Rolf interjected, a grin spreading across his face. "Man, you really had them eating out of the palm of your hand!"

Elina nodded, her expression a mix of amusement and admiration. "I have to admit, I was half convinced myself. You could be an actor, old man."

Tomas chimed in, laughing, "Seriously, I was about to start searching for a way to rescue you from yourself!"

Caleb, or George as he was known in these moments, waved off the compliments with a chuckle. "When it comes to acting, no one can compare to me," he declared, his eyes twinkling with a mix of pride and jest.

The mood shifted as Caleb turned serious. "But now, you all need to escort these children back to the guild. They're scared and need to be somewhere safe. As for the secret base of the Evil's Eye Call, leave that to me."

The squad exchanged doubtful glances, the idea of leaving such a dangerous task in the hands of an elderly man weighing heavily on them.

"George, are you sure?" Markus asked, concern evident in his voice. "That's not a small task, and they won't be as easy to fool."

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Caleb nodded firmly. "I've got a few tricks left up my sleeve. Just get these kids safe. That's the priority."

Reluctantly, the squad agreed. They organized themselves, preparing to escort the children to the guild where they would be safe and could receive proper care. One by one, the children hugged Caleb, thanking him in their small voices. It was a touching farewell, with promises of safety and a better future.

As the squad led the children down the hill, heading towards the safety of the guild, Caleb watched them go, his face set with smile. He then turned, heading in the opposite direction, back towards the darkness of the night.

...

Caleb stood alone on the edge of a shadowy field, the secret base of Evil's Eye Call looming in the distance. With a deep breath, he focused his energy, channeling years of knowledge and power into the creation of a small, bright ball of light in his hands. To any passerby, it might have looked like he was holding a tiny, glowing ping pong ball, but the energy contained within was immense.

With a precise flick of his wrist, Caleb threw the ball of light toward the base. It streaked across the sky like a shooting star, before colliding with the ground in front of the base with a tremendous explosion. The impact was colossal, the ground shook, and a blinding flash lit up the night sky.

Inside the base, members of Evil's Eye Call were lounging around, chatting casually without a care in the world. Suddenly, the walls trembled, and a deafening roar filled their ears. As the realization of an attack dawned on them, panic ensued.

"What the heck was that?!" one member shouted, jumping to his feet.

"Is it an attack? But who—?" another yelled, unable to finish his sentence as the structure around them began to crumble.

The explosion Caleb created was like a scene from a movie about nuclear bombs. A massive mushroom cloud billowed into the sky, and the shockwave flattened everything in its vicinity. Trees were uprooted, and the ground was scorched, leaving a crater where the base once stood.

Before the explosion, the base had been a sturdy, secretive compound, hidden from the world by cleverly designed camouflages and reinforced with steel and concrete. It was a fortress, housing the darkest deeds and secrets of the Evil's Eye Call.

After the explosion, it was nothing but a devastated wasteland. The buildings were reduced to rubble, fires raged where structures had stood, and smoke blurred the air, creating a hellish scene. The remaining members of the Evil's Eye Call staggered around in confusion and despair, their safe haven obliterated in moments.

The stark contrast between the before and after was shocking. What had once been a hub of nefarious activity was now just a smoldering hole in the earth. Caleb watched from a distance and took a picture of the scene, his expression unreadable. The job was done, the threat was neutralized, and while the destruction was massive, it was necessary. With a final smirk at his handiwork, Caleb turned away.

...

Caleb made his way back to the adventurers' guild, where his squad had already gathered, eagerly awaiting his return. As he entered the bustling hall, the faces of his teammates lit up with a mix of relief and curiosity. He approached the guild desk, pulling out a photograph from his pocket. The photo showed the devastating aftermath of the explosion at the Evil's Eye Call base—a stark image of destruction that left no doubt about the mission's success.

He handed the photo to the staff member at the desk, who took it and stared in disbelief. "You did this?" the staff member asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

Caleb's squad crowded around, peering at the photograph with wide eyes. Markus, the leader, was the first to voice the doubt swirling within the group. "Caleb, how on earth did you manage to cause this much damage? This looks like the work of a Gold tier adventurer, not Silver."

"Yeah, that's beyond anything we expected," Elina added, her brow furrowed. "It's hard to believe that an old man, or any Silver tier adventurer, could achieve such massive destruction."

Caleb met their stares with a calm, unwavering gaze. "I used a bunch of explosives," he lied with a straight face. "Found them in their own armory. Just had to light the fuse and move out of the blast radius."

Rolf scratched his head, still visibly confused but unable to argue with Caleb's explanation. "Explosives, huh? That's... convenient."

Tomas, always the one to analyze, chimed in, "It's not just convenient, it's almost unbelievable. But then, how else do you explain that?" He gestured towards the photo, indicating the utter obliteration captured in the image.

The guild staff, still holding the photo, nodded slowly, albeit with a hint of reluctance. "Well, if you say so. We'll have to verify this, of course, but if what's in the photo is true, then it looks like the mission is complete."

The squad members exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of admiration for Caleb's bravery and lingering skepticism about the plausibility of his story. No one could refute his claim with certainty, given the evidence in front of them, yet the details didn't quite add up.

As the staff at the guild desk began to process the completion of their mission, the squad gathered around Caleb, their conversation low and speculative. They couldn't deny the results, but the mystery of how their unassuming, elderly teammate achieved such a feat would linger in their minds.