Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely-Chapter 509 - : World Situation

In the final leg of the testing, Caleb faced the endurance trials, an area where many aspirants faltered under pressure. The first activity involved resisting a variety of cold weapons, such as staffs and blunted swords, wielded by training dummies programmed to simulate a novice fighter’s attack pattern.

The staff overseeing the test adjusted the settings on the dummies to a challenging but fair level for a supposed elderly man. As the mechanical arms swung and jabbed, Caleb’s movements were fluid and effortless. He deflected each strike with minimal effort, using only slight shifts in posture and the precise placement of his arms. His ability to absorb and redirect the force showed a profound mastery over his own body’s resilience.

For the second activity, Caleb was subjected to a series of environmental endurance tests, which included exposure to simulated high winds, rain, and fluctuating temperatures, all within a controlled chamber. Caleb stood firm, his expression unchanging as he faced each challenge head-on. The machine escalated the intensity, pushing the limits of what a typical bronze-tier adventurer could withstand, but Caleb remained stoic, his breathing even and controlled throughout the ordeal.

The final test was a prolonged exertion trial, where Caleb was required to hold a heavy shield aloft while standing on a vibrating platform designed to fatigue the muscles rapidly. Hours seemed to pass, and while others might have succumbed to the shaking and weight, Caleb’s arm never faltered. His endurance was not just physical but mental.

When the trials concluded, the staff member, now thoroughly impressed, presented Caleb with a bronze badge, signifying his official status as a bronze-tier adventurer. "Congratulations, you’ve passed with remarkable scores, quite high for your...uh, experience level," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of respect and curiosity.

Caleb accepted the badge, his heart swelling with a quiet joy. Internally, he was pleased, not just to have passed the tests but to have done so without revealing the true extent of his capabilities. He pinned the badge onto his ragged coat, the metal gleaming against the worn fabric—a symbol of a new beginning in this strange world.

As he walked out of the guild, a sly grin spread across his face. He was now officially part of this world’s adventurous fold, yet no one around him knew just how deep his powers ran.

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As Caleb exited the Adventurer’s Guild, clutching his new bronze badge with subtle pride, he noticed a robust figure lounging against the wall next to the entrance. The man, slightly disheveled with the scent of strong brew wafting around him, was nursing a large mug of the local ale. His gear was worn but well-kept, with the gleam of a bronze insignia pinned prominently on his chest.

"Hey there, fresh bronze!" the man called out, his voice slurred but cheerful. He raised his mug in a sloppy salute. "Saw you coming out of the trials—nice job, old timer!"

Caleb, initially hesitant to engage with the evidently tipsy adventurer, paused. There was something inviting about the man’s open demeanor, and information about this new world was exactly what he needed. "Thank you," Caleb replied, his voice measured. "I gather you’re a fellow bronze? Any tips for a newcomer?"

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The adventurer chuckled, taking another swig of his ale before responding. "Tips, eh? You’re looking at it," he joked, then shook his head. "But seriously, if you’re aiming for silver, you’ve got your work cut out for ya. It’s not just about brawn; it’s about brains too."

He leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a great secret. "To hit silver, you need to bag yourself five level 2 monsters. Not just any critters, mind you, but the kind that can give a seasoned adventurer a run for their money."

Caleb’s interest piqued. "Level 2 monsters, you say? Could you elaborate on their abilities?"

"Sure thing," the adventurer replied, becoming more animated. "Level 2 monsters are a step above the usual riff-raff. They’re faster, stronger, and they’ve got abilities that can surprise you. Like the Mist Wolves out in the Foggy Woods—can turn near invisible in low light. Or the Fire Beetles of the Lava Caverns—those buggers can spit molten lava over twenty feet."

Caleb nodded, absorbing every detail. "And one needs to present their corpses to the guild?"

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"That’s right," the adventurer confirmed. "Five of them, and not just any part, but a proof that won’t spoil. Usually a fang or a claw. Bring those back, and they’ll bump you right up to silver."

Thanking the man for the valuable information, Caleb decided to linger a little longer. The ale might have loosened the adventurer’s tongue, but his words were a treasure trove of insight into the mechanics of his new reality.

As Caleb and the bronze-tier adventurer settled into a more comfortable rhythm of conversation, the man scratched his head, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. "Apologies, old man, I haven’t properly introduced myself yet. The name’s Rickon. And you are?"

With a slight nod, Caleb responded, "You can call me George. And since you’re considerably younger, ’youngster’ seems fitting."

Rickon chuckled at the moniker, his earlier awkwardness dissolving into good-natured acceptance. "Alright, old man, let’s dive into the real meat of the matter then. You were asking about the levels of monsters, correct?"

"Yes, indeed," Caleb replied, eager to learn more. "You mentioned that level 2 monsters are akin to silver-tier adventurers. What about level 3 and beyond?"

Rickon took a deep breath. "Level 3 monsters, they’re a whole different breed. You’ll find them in the Extreme Wilderness—places where the forest is so thick, light barely touches the ground, or valleys where the wind howls louder than the wolves. Those beasts are the equivalents of gold-tier adventurers; powerful, cunning, and deadly."

"And what of level 4?" Caleb inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"Now that, old man, is where legend and reality blur," Rickon said, leaning closer. "Level 4 monsters, if they exist, would match up to the platinum-tier adventurers. But see, no one in our kingdom has seen such creatures—or such adventurers—since the days of the first guild master. He was said to be platinum-tier, a real powerhouse. Vanished without a trace and left behind a legacy that’s more myth than fact."

Caleb absorbed every word, his mind racing with possibilities. "And beyond? What lies in the uncharted territories?"

Rickon’s expression turned somber. "The Black Continent, Extreme Wilderness, Angel’s Garden... vast lands that remain mostly unexplored. We’ve only scratched the surface of the Extreme Wilderness—about 7% of it, to be exact. Beyond that, who knows what kinds of creatures or challenges await? There could very well be monsters surpassing even level 4."