Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Caleb excused himself from his father's study and retreated to the privacy of his room. Closing the door behind him, he took a moment to center himself. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, embarking on a unique exploration of his capabilities.

In the quiet confines of his room, Caleb extended his perception like invisible tendrils, reaching out to every corner of the mansion. His mind became an intangible observer, transcending the physical barriers that separated him from the actions within the De Vera household.

Spread across the vast expanse of the mansion, Caleb marveled at the newfound clarity in monitoring everyone. His thoughts echoed with the realization that it would now be easier to observe the maids and unravel the intricacies of their interactions.

As his mental gaze roamed freely, Caleb's consciousness became a silent spectator to the daily routines unfolding within the mansion. He observed the maids going about their duties, witnessing the subtle shifts in their expressions and capturing the nuances of their conversations.

"Now, it would become easier to monitor everyone," Caleb acknowledged, recognizing the strategic advantage his enhanced perception provided. The once-hidden currents of the household now flowed transparently before his mental sight.

His thoughts continued as he peered through the ethereal landscape of his perceptions. "No secrets, no hidden motives – just an unfiltered view of their interactions," Caleb reflected.

The maids moved about their tasks, their actions laid bare to Caleb's watchful eyes. "I can see the subtle shifts in their expressions, hear the nuances in their conversations," he noted, becoming an invisible witness to the unfolding drama within the mansion.

"Knowledge is power," Caleb thought, understanding the usefulness of having a perception that could cover distance. The intricate web of relationships, emotions, and motives became threads in his hands, ready to be unraveled for the sake of uncovering the truth behind Rose's mysterious demise.

As Caleb continued to observe, a sense of control over the situation in the house. "I must use this power judiciously," he reminded himself, aware of the ethical considerations that came with peering into the private lives of those around him.

"In the face of my perception, no actions can escape," Caleb concluded.

...

In the bustling De Vera mansion, the maids, under the watchful eye of Mrs. Hernandez, moved with purpose. Unbeknownst to them, Caleb, utilizing perception, observed their every move from the sanctuary of his room.

As Mrs. Hernandez entered the kitchen, the maids gathered around, a simmering tension in the air. The topic of Rose's death loomed heavily over them.

The maids grappling with grief, suspicion, and an underlying anger that brewed beneath the surface. "Who could have killed Rose?" Katarina exclaimed, her voice laden with frustration. "We can't just stand here pointing fingers at each other."

Mica, her eyes narrowed, shot back, "Well, someone here must know something. Rose didn't just die on her own. It's easy to blame each other, but we need to find the truth."

Rihanna, with a clenched jaw, interjected, "Stop playing games! One of us must have done something to Rose. Why else would she be dead?"

The accusations ricocheted in the kitchen, the atmosphere becoming charged with anger and suspicion. Mrs. Hernandez, attempting to mediate, implored, "Ladies, let's not jump to conclusions. Accusing each other won't bring Rose back. We need to focus on finding out what happened."

But the emotional storm within the kitchen refused to dissipate. "I bet it's one of you who did something to Rose," Katarina accused, her eyes darting between the maids.

Rihanna, her frustration boiling over, retorted, "You're the one who always envied her beauty! Don't pretend like you didn't want something bad to happen to her."

Mica, caught in the crossfire, shouted, "Enough! This won't get us anywhere. We should be working together, not tearing each other apart."

Unseen by the maids, Caleb, from his vantage point, absorbed the heated exchange. His enhanced perception allowed him to witness the raw emotions, the anger, and the desperation in their words.

...

Caleb, hidden in the shadows of his room, observed the maids with a furrowed brow.

'They just won't stop, aren't they? Really disappointing...'

As the accusations flew, Caleb couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment. "This is not how we'll find the truth," he muttered to himself, frustration evident in his tone. His hands clenched into fists as he witnessed the maids pointing fingers and casting blame without substantial evidence.

"They're tearing each other apart," Caleb muttered, a mix of sadness and irritation coloring his words. The once-cohesive environment of the De Vera mansion now echoed with discord, each accusation further deepening the rift among the maids.

"Baseless accusations won't lead us anywhere," Caleb commented, his voice carrying a stern edge. The unfairness of the situation weighed heavily on him, and he longed for a more rational approach to uncovering the mysteries surrounding Rose's death. Find your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire

As the maids continued their heated exchange, Caleb's upset demeanor intensified. 'Really... These women are mad. They're trying to pull each other down.'

Caleb, with a heavy sigh, wished for a moment of clarity amid the chaos. 'They need to understand that blaming each other won't bring Rose back,' he thought.

...

Weeks of meticulous observation had led Caleb to a pivotal moment. His enhanced perception, a silent watcher in the shadows. The moment finally arrived as the culprit couldn't help but make a move again!

With anticipation, Caleb focused on the conversation between Mica and Rihanna.

Mica, seemingly calm but harboring a sinister intent, uttered chilling words to Rihanna. "I need to silence you," she stated coldly, the weight of her words echoing in the room. Caleb, hidden from view, listened intently, his senses heightened in the critical moment.

Rihanna, shocked and alarmed, responded with a plea. "Stop this! Don't force me! You're the one who coerced me to kill Rose because you want my boyfriend to be truly yours and only yours! Now, I'm the next you want to kill!?"

Caleb's eyes widened at the revelation, his mind processing the revelation of a coerced act and a sinister motive. 'Damn... It's almost like a drama.'

In the tense silence that followed, Juls, with a malevolent glint in her eyes, sinisterly declared, "You know too much, Rihanna." Just as Caleb prepared to intervene, a sudden, ominous pause filled the air.

With a swift motion, Mica reached for a knife hanging on the wall, her eyes bloodshot, her intention clear. "Die!"

'Now... It all makes sense to me.' Caleb took a deep breath. 'Mica was the one who was saying all the time that Rose's Bf and Rihanna have something to do with each other.'