Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Fuck! Who knew I would become a leader like this? Yes, being a leader is good and all, since that means they trust him. However, what he really just wanted to do was to be a normal member. That way, he won\'t have to feel responsible for them.

"Team leader, what do we do now?" Kazuto stopped in his tracks. The ground creaked as he did so. Then he studied the environment carefully. "I can\'t see well. This place is too dark. Team leader, what do you see?"

Why are you calling me team leader? Call me by my damned name! Caleb rolled his eyes and looked around him. Then he closed his eyes and scanned the area with the perception provided by his spirit.

Just like that, his perception, like a magnetic field, enveloped the entire building. Like a hologram, the interior of the house completely revealed itself to his mind. Now, he had an even better understanding of the one who created the blueprint of the damned building.

Yes, he literally was observing from god\'s perspective, his spirit perception was just too good. Furthermore, after he became Destiny, the increase in his spirit expanded the range and the level of details of his perception feedback to him.

The once-elegant wooden paneling was now faded and peeling. A chandelier, its crystals long gone, dangles precariously from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows. Faded wallpaper with a vintage floral pattern peels away in places, revealing the plaster beneath.

To your left, a wide, curving staircase beckons, its banister worn smooth by the touch of generations. A threadbare rug with ornate patterns runs the length of the hall, frayed at the edges.

As he explored further, he discovered a long-forgotten parlor with decaying furniture and an antique piano with missing keys. A layer of dust and cobwebs drapes the room, and old family portraits hang askew on the walls.

The first floor had the entrance hall, parlor, dining room, and kitchen. They appeared like a blueprint from his perspective.

A spacious, grand entrance hall welcomes visitors with a wide, arched doorway. The walls, once adorned with intricate wooden paneling, have faded and peeled over time. A decaying chandelier hangs from the ceiling, marking the central point.

To the left of the entrance hall, he found a parlor. It features a decaying fireplace and tattered upholstery on faded armchairs. Once, this room was a hub of family gatherings and laughter.

Opposite the parlor is the dining room, a long and rectangular space with a large wooden table that has seen better days. An antique sideboard stands against one wall, its mirror cracked.

Located at the rear of the ground floor, the kitchen features remnants of old cooking appliances and peeling wallpaper. It opens to a small back garden, now overgrown with wild vegetation.

This was all he could see on the first floor. No creatures to be found. No mice or anything of the sort which was suspicious.

Then, on the second floor...

Ascending the curving staircase from the entrance hall, you will reach the second-floor landing. The banister, worn smooth from years of use, curls gracefully.

The second floor is dotted with bedrooms. Each room has large windows, but the curtains are in tatters. Fading paint on the walls hints at past splendor. A child\'s nursery is found at the end of the hall, with the remnants of a crib and worn-out toys.

One room is a library, with tall wooden bookshelves that have weathered the years. The books, though old, exude an air of forgotten wisdom. A worn armchair sits by a dimly lit reading lamp.

A corridor stretches in either direction, lined with bedroom doors. Each door, painted in shades of blue and green, now exhibits signs of peeling paint. Experience tales with mvl

One room reveals a child\'s nursery, complete with a rusty crib and a faded mobile above it. Sunlight filters through tattered curtains, casting ghostly patterns on the cracked walls. Children\'s toys, worn and discarded, lie scattered about.

Fucking creepy! This was his first thought as he saw the room. After all, an abandoned building with such a thing is commonly portrayed in his past life\'s horror movies quite frequently.

The final climb leads to the third floor, where you will find a series of attic rooms. The walls here are bare, revealing ancient wooden beams and support structures. Dust motes dance in the shafts of sunlight that pierce through the gaps in the roof.

You will discover an artist\'s studio with a large, paint-splattered easel, its canvas displaying a half-finished masterpiece. The room is filled with the scent of turpentine and memories of creative endeavors.

another corner, a storage area houses forgotten trunks filled with mementos of the past. Dusty, forgotten items tell tales of the building\'s history.

In the last room, you come across an observatory, its telescope pointing toward the heavens. The windows are cracked, but the sense of cosmic exploration still lingers.

What the fuck? Is the one that lives here an astronomer? Caleb couldn\'t help but wonder. However, that wasn\'t important. The important thing is, the human silhouette that they saw was on the corner... Facing the wall in the corner blankly.

What is the bastard doing? Is he perhaps contemplating the meaning of life?

These questions popped up on Caleb\'s almost immediately. However, for the sake of caution, he decided to remind the others.

"He\'s still on the third floor. I don\'t know what he was doing. But our guy seems to be not right in the head."

"Who won\'t become mad in this place?" Kidd tsk ed three times.