Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Richard paced the room, his eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and concern. Caleb, or Adam as he was known in certain circles, sat across from him, a notepad ready.

"Adam," Richard began, "you're about to step outside the universe, an adventure few can even dream of. But space is unforgiving. You need to be prepared down to the last detail."

Adam nodded, pen poised.

"First, you'll need a space suit. Not just any suit—a custom-fit one, designed for extreme temperatures and cosmic radiation. It must have a helmet with a visor to shield your eyes from the sun's glare."

Adam scribbled furiously.

"Next, oxygen tanks. Calculate your total breaths, add 20% more for safety. Attach them to your suit with secure fasteners."

"Why the extra?" Adam asked.

"Space is unpredictable. You might need to stay out longer than planned," Richard explained.

"Got it. What else?"

"Nutrition packs—compact, high-energy, easy to consume. And water purification tablets. You'll collect ice from asteroids for water."

"Food and water, check. Anything else?"

"Communication. A radio transmitter with a solar-powered charger. If you get lost, you'll need to signal for help."

Adam nodded, understanding the gravity of each item.

"And don't forget a multi-tool. It should have a knife, screwdriver, and other essentials. It's your lifeline for repairs or unexpected situations."

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"Lastly, data storage. A hardened computer to record everything you see and experience. Science will learn from your journey."

Adam looked up, his list complete.

"Preparation is key," Richard emphasized. "Every item has a purpose, every detail matters. It's not just about survival; it's about making history."

Adam stood, determination in his eyes. "I won't let you down."

Richard clapped him on the shoulder. "I know you won't. Now, let's double-check that list."

Caleb stood in the center of his room, surrounded by the tools and gadgets he would take on his journey. He picked up each item, one by one, and thought about its purpose.

He started with the nano-fabric suit. "This suit will keep me safe from heat and cold," he thought, "and if it gets a hole, it will fix itself." He folded the suit neatly and placed it in his bag.

Next, he grabbed the multi-tool. "This tool can fix things and scan new stuff," Caleb mused. He turned it over in his hands, practicing how to switch between the different functions. Satisfied, he slid it into a special pocket in his bag.

Then, he looked at the nutrient capsules. "Food is important, but it must not take too much space," he reasoned. He counted the capsules, making sure he had enough for the trip, and tucked them next to the suit.

The AI translator was small but vital. "I might meet new friends. We need to talk," he thought. He put the translator in his ear to make sure it fit right, then placed it in a small, hard case for protection.

The portable shield generator was next. "This will protect me if there's danger," he considered. He tested the generator, watching the shield flicker to life, then turned it off and attached it to his belt.

Finally, he picked up the data storage crystals. "I will learn many things. These will hold all that knowledge," he reflected. He wrapped each crystal in soft cloth before placing them in a sturdy box.

With everything packed, Caleb looked around the room. "I have what I need, and I know why I need it," he said to himself. "Preparation is key. I must be ready for anything."

...

Caleb, known as Adam to those in his grand mansion, stood tall as the sun dipped below the horizon. The evening brought a quiet moment before his great journey beyond the stars.

One by one, the guards came, their boots echoing on the marble floors. They saluted, their faces stern but eyes soft. "Safe travels, young master Adam," they said, each handshake firm, a silent promise to guard the home until his return.

The maids followed, their steps light, their smiles bittersweet. "We'll miss you, sir," they whispered, offering small tokens for luck—a knitted scarf, a photo of the mansion's crew, a book of crosswords for idle moments in space.

With farewells said, Caleb walked the mansion's halls. In the library, he ran his fingers over the spines of books, remembering late nights lost in tales of adventure that now seemed so small compared to his own.

In the dining room, he touched the chair where he'd sat for countless meals, recalling the laughter and stories shared over feasts that seemed to stretch for hours.

He paused in the garden, where the scent of jasmine hung heavy. Here, he'd spent afternoons teaching his younger sister to plant flowers, her giggles mixing with the rustle of leaves.

In the observatory, he gazed at the telescope that had first shown him the stars. He remembered the awe in his heart, the hunger to know what lay beyond the twinkling lights.

Lastly, he stood in the entryway, looking at the grand door. He remembered the day he'd first crossed that threshold, a wide-eyed boy full of dreams, now a man about to chase them into the cosmos.

With each memory, Caleb's resolve grew. These walls had seen him grow; now they would watch him go. Tomorrow, he would step into the unknown, carrying the spirit of his home within him.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Caleb stirred from his slumber. His mind, always active, immediately began planning the day ahead. He rose from bed with a purposeful energy, the anticipation of his journey fueling his actions.

After a quick shower and a light breakfast, Caleb made his way to the entrance hall where the guards awaited him. Their faces brightened as they greeted him, their loyalty and dedication evident in their expressions.

"Good morning, young master Adam," one of the guards said respectfully.

"Good morning," Caleb replied, his tone confident yet congenial. "I trust you all slept well?"

The guards nodded in unison, their professionalism unwavering. Caleb took a moment to observe their demeanor, noting the subtle cues that revealed their readiness for the day's tasks.

"I have a few pieces of advice for you," Caleb began, his voice carrying a hint of authority. "While I'm away, remember to maintain the security protocols we've discussed. Stay vigilant and ensure that the mansion remains secure at all times."

The guards listened attentively, their training evident in their focused expressions. Caleb continued, "Additionally, I trust you to oversee any maintenance or repairs that may arise. The well-being of the estate is in your capable hands."

The guards nodded once more, their commitment to their duties commendable. Caleb appreciated their dedication and made a mental note to commend them upon his return.

"Now," Caleb said, changing the topic with a smile, "I'll need you to prepare for our journey to the Manila airport. We have a schedule to keep."

The guards sprang into action. Caleb watched as they finalized the arrangements, ensuring that everything was in place for their departure.