Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely-Chapter 495 - : The Godly Detective

A team of investigators arrived at the scene where the city of Ethan once stood, now replaced by a vast expanse of water. They were led by Johnson, an investigator renowned for his impeccable success rate in solving cases. As they surveyed the area, frustration grew; there were no clues to be found, no evidence to analyze, just water where a bustling city used to be. Find adventures at novelbuddy

"This is insane," one of the investigators muttered, scanning the barren site with advanced detection equipment, only to find nothing but the sea’s natural elements. "It’s like the entire city was wiped clean off the map. Whoever did this didn’t just destroy the city; they obliterated every trace to the atomic level."

Another investigator chimed in, "It’s like a near-perfect crime. No evidence, no leads, just a massive void where Ethan stood. How are we supposed to start with absolutely nothing?"

While the team grumbled about the daunting task ahead, a new member of the group, a curious and eager young investigator, was trying to understand the gravity of the situation. "Is it really that bad?" he asked, looking around at the endless water.

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One of the seasoned investigators leaned closer to the newcomer, nodding towards Johnson, who was quietly observing the horizon. "You see him? That’s Johnson. He’s not just any detective; he’s a legend. They say he’s got a 100% success rate. No case too complex, no mystery too deep. If anyone can get to the bottom of this, it’s him."

The newbie’s eyes widened in awe, watching Johnson with newfound respect. "Really? A 100% success rate? So, he’s like a godly detective?"

"Exactly," confirmed another colleague. "He’s solved cases that seemed impossible. But this," he gestured towards the vast, empty sea, "this might be his biggest challenge yet. If there’s even the smallest clue out there, Johnson will find it. But this time, even for him, it’s like starting from less than zero."

The newbie investigator, intrigued by Johnson’s reputation, eagerly sought more information. "Can you give me examples of Johnson’s feats? How did he earn such a legendary status?" he asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

One of the subordinates, eager to share, recounted a memorable case. "There was this one time when a high-profile business tycoon vanished without a trace. No ransom note, no demands, nothing. Everyone was stumped. But Johnson, he figured out that the tycoon had staged his own kidnapping to escape financial ruin. He found hidden clues in the tycoon’s financial records and surveillance footage that everyone else had overlooked."

Another investigator jumped in with another tale. "And don’t forget the ’Silent Assassin’ case. A series of seemingly unconnected victims were found, all died from a rare poison. No one could find the link between them. Johnson discovered that the assassin was using online gaming platforms to select his victims, communicating through coded messages in the game chats. It was genius!"

The newbie, impressed yet skeptical, posed another question, "But can he solve perfect crimes? Do those even exist?"

The subordinates laughed, exchanging knowing glances. "Perfect crimes? According to Johnson, there’s no such thing as a perfect crime; there’s always a trail," one explained. "He always says that every criminal leaves a signature, no matter how careful they are. It’s just a matter of finding that signature."

Another added, "Yeah, Johnson believes the devil is in the details. He’s got this knack for spotting the smallest discrepancies that blow cases wide open. It’s like he can see the puzzle pieces in his mind and knows exactly how they fit together."

While his subordinates continued to boast about his past achievements, Johnson was deep in thought, barely registering the noise around him. He knew the grim reality of their current situation: there was no physical evidence to gather because the entire city of Ethan had been reduced to nothingness. Acknowledging this fact, he turned his attention to finding evidence in other ways.

"Enough chatter," Johnson finally said, cutting through the discussions. "We have no physical evidence here, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find out what happened. We need to go digital. Contact the intelligence department. I want every satellite feed and surveillance video covering Ethan from the last 24 hours."

His subordinates, snapping out of their storytelling session, nodded and quickly relayed his orders. They reached out to the intelligence department, requesting a comprehensive review of all available satellite data and recordings that could provide insight into the incident.

After some time, the intelligence department responded with what they called the "Iceberg Report," a term indicating that what they found was only the tip of the visible evidence. The report was concise: the only anomaly detected was a brief, intensely bright flicker of light that coincided with the time of the incident. Beyond this flash, there was nothing — no trace of the city, no residual energy signatures, and most notably, no silhouette or image of the perpetrator. The city of Ethan had simply vanished, leaving behind a blank slate on the surveillance feeds.

The lack of substantial evidence was frustrating but not entirely surprising. "A flickering bright light, then nothing," Johnson murmured, contemplating the report. "It’s as if the city was erased by a giant eraser, cleanly and without a trace."

Johnson stood quietly, his mind racing with thoughts that he hadn’t shared with anyone. He had a secret ability, one that no one knew about: Time Reversal. This rare skill allowed him to rewind time in a specific area, essentially replaying events as they had happened. Despite the risks and the immense energy it required, Johnson knew this might be the only way to uncover the truth about the Ethan catastrophe.

Before activating his ability, Johnson thought to himself, "No matter who’s behind this, they won’t escape justice." He then focused his mind, tapping into the depths of his power to rewind the flow of time around where Ethan once stood.

As he activated Time Reversal, scenes from the past started to unfold before his eyes like a film playing backward. He witnessed the peaceful moments in the tavern before the sudden intrusion of the veteran team. The atmosphere turned hostile, with tensions escalating rapidly as the veteran team provoked a confrontation, and the surrounding onlookers egged them on, intensifying the conflict.

Johnson watched as the situation spiraled out of control, leading to the catastrophic unleashing of power that obliterated the city. Through the reversed timeline, he saw the figure of an Earthling, whom he deduced must be Adam, at the center of the event. It became clear to Johnson that the disaster was an accident, albeit one with fatal consequences.

Despite not intending to cause such destruction, Johnson understood that Adam, the Earthling, bore responsibility for the tragic loss of lives. "He may not have wanted this to happen, but he still needs to answer for the consequences," Johnson thought, his mind weighing the scales of justice and accountability.