Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

'So Eduardo really shot his own foot. How unlucky am I? What are the chances, right? To think I would get implicated in such a thing. Second chance? A second chance to die!' Tears started to come out of Caleb's eyes. It wasn't because of Eduardo's or Erica's death, nor it was for any other reason. He just wants to enact a performance to buy him enough time to create an opportunity. Of course, he was also aggrieved... Why did he need to experience all this? Dying painfully from a landslide wasn't enough?

Although he knew that the chances of escape were lower than winning the lotto. He would rather die trying than not doing anything at all!

"Hahaha! Cry as much as you can! It will be your last cry, brat." Mir laughed and gave Caleb a gloating look. "You didn't see your parents' corpse, right? Well, they are outside the house."

"Mir, don't waste your breath with a dead kid. By the way, my name is Mordred, the one that will kill you. Any last words?"

Caleb became silent, and he wiped the tears from his face. "I-... I want you to die!"

With a swift jump, Caleb charged at them, looking desperate.

"Oh, you would rather attack? Huh?" A smirk appeared on Mordred's face. The knife in his hand reflected a sharp glint.

Mir also took a fighting stance and aimed his knife at the charging silhouette of Caleb, ready to strike at any given time.

Suddenly, Caleb rolled sideways instead of attacking as they thought. Then they saw Caleb pull out the ice pick from their dead companion's eye.

"Do you really think you have a chance to win? Do you even know how to use it? You just got lucky earlier, that's all." With a look of disdain, Mir took a step forward, then his body almost turned into a shadow as he pounced toward Caleb impatiently.

'Good... Just as I expected.' Trying to suppress his glee, Caleb put his arm in the left pocket of his shorts, then waited for the right timing.

When Mir was only three inches from him, Caleb ducked his head, and a sharp knife grazed his hair... His enemy was too fast to rely on reaction time. It's more of an anticipation.'Thankfully, Dad taught me how to fight.'

A look of surprise appeared on Mir's expression as he saw his knife missed only one inch. 'This kid knows how to fight and anticipate? No, it must be a fluke!'

"Mir, you have to retreat!" Mordred warned. He also acted fast. He put all his strength to his feet, ready to join the fight.

Startled, Mir tried his best to retract the hand he used to attack Caleb. Unfortunately, Caleb was too swift... His five-year-old body might be weak, but it also made him much more light and agile.

Just like that, Caleb finally took out his hidden card. He threw a packet of white powder toward Mir's face. He also closed his eyes as he did so. 'I hope the effect is what I think it is or I'll be damned.'

This is the same sashimi powder that, according to Erica, could enhance the taste of food. She also warned her husband to be careful and avoid his eyes from getting exposed.

Although Caleb didn't know the exact reason why. It didn't prevent him from using it. Sometimes, the little details were the ones that made a difference. And it was also what sets success apart from failure.

'Fortunately, I pay attention to little things.' Caleb smiled. It was also the reason why he stopped briefly when he neared the table. He secretly took the sashimi powder to his pockets.

Mir was vigilant enough this time. He waved his hand towards the incoming pack of white powder. Even though he didn't know what it was, he was aware that the treacherous kid wouldn't do something useless.

By this time, Mordred was already beside Mir when he saw the pack of powder in the air. 'Sashimi powder? This is bad!'

"Mir, stop!"

However, it was obviously too late. Mir's knife went through the pack of powder with ease. Caleb, who had his eyes closed, further covered his eyes using his palms.

The white powder spread to the air like a smoke screen and enveloped the three people.

"Argh! My eyes! What did you do!?" Mir screamed in pain.

Beside him, Mordred didn't do any better. He felt his eyes burn as it made contact with the white powder. Fortunately, he managed to cover his eyes before the trace of the powder managed to fully corrode his eyes. "This powder has toxic properties that are harmful to the eye. This kid is too devious!!"

A minute later, the powder in the air grew thinner, then after a few moments, it was gone. Caleb finally opened his eyes and looked at the two goons in front of him. When he saw Mir's bloodied face, he knew that the powder had him. 'So this powder will make you blind? No, this is no longer as simple as that. It literally devoured the guy's pupils.'

'Why the fuck are they keeping such dangerous substances in their home? Too dangerous...' Caleb felt that Eduardo and Erica were too careless. First, the ice pick and knife in the kitchen that a five-year-old can reach. Now, a powder that was devious enough to cause blindness and excruciating pain in the eye. 'This damn house is a literal hazard!'

Actually, Caleb wants to give Eduardo and Erica a thumbs up for keeping them around the house. If not for them, how would he supposed to fight the three? Lucky him! Their carelessness in the end gave him the chance to save himself. How ironic, right?