Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Caught in the effects of the blood spell, Efron's movements faltered. The wings of light on his wrists flickered as the vertigo took hold. The once-blurry hands slowed, and Efron found himself struggling to maintain his balance.

'My chance!' thought Robin, seizing the opportunity presented by the disoriented Scout. He lunged forward, aiming to exploit Efron's vulnerability and deliver a decisive blow. The red-haired vampire's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he prepared to subdue his weakened adversary.

In the shadows, Caleb observed the unfolding battle. The situation hung in the balance, and his hand gestures took on a sense of urgency. 'Move, Efron! Get out of there!' Every subtle movement conveyed a silent plea for the Scout to evade the impending danger.

Efron, though affected by the vertigo, felt an inexplicable connection to the mysterious signals. In a split second, he made a decision. With a burst of strength from his wrist that contains Hunter Wings, he propelled himself backward, narrowly avoiding Robin's lethal strike.

The Tier 7 vampire's attack met only empty air as Efron landed a safe distance away. The crimson mist of the blood spell dispersed, revealing the tension between the two.

Caleb's shadowy gestures beckoned Efron to his location, the enigmatic movements communicating a silent invitation. Amidst the flurry of attacks of his enemy, Efron hesitated for a moment. He couldn't discern the identity of the mysterious figure in the shadows, but something about the signals compelled him to take a leap of faith.

'Should I? Well, he had helped me quite a bit. At least, the owner of that hand isn't the enemy. But why won't he show himself and just help?' Efron complained.

With a decisive nod, Efron made a split-second decision. He would follow the subtle prompts, trusting that whoever lurked in the shadows had intentions aligned with survival.

'Now!' Efron pretended and forced out a startled expression on his face. Then, he deliberately let the vampire's attack hit his shoulder, causing it to bleed. "Arghhh!"

Edward clutched the injured shoulder and dashed towards Caleb's hiding place. The vampire enemy pursued closely.

'He willingly let the attack hit him? Good guy!' Caleb couldn't help but be amazed at the decisiveness of the other party. Without wasting much time, he threw a shadow phantom two meters from his place.

Without a hitch, Caleb placed a shadow phantom two meters from his location and grinned.

"Escaping, are you? You think you would be able to?"

Efron heard the red-haired vampire's mocking voice behind him but he decided not to pay him attention.

In a strategic move, Efron pretended to succumb to the relentless attacks of the vampire. He feigned weakness, luring the bloodthirsty foe into chasing him toward Caleb's concealed location. The mysterious orchestrator of the shadowy signals, Caleb, watched the unfolding plan with a focused intensity.

As Efron led the vampire closer to the designated spot, Caleb began channeling a large amount of taboo energy and sword aura on one finger. A small, deadly purple sword materialized on his fingertip, a manifestation of a fusion of taboo energy and a sword aura. This isn't the end. He also hardened the finger! 'Let me see how powerful the combination of the three is.'

The tense atmosphere heightened as the vampire, oblivious to the trap, closed in on Efron's supposed vulnerability.

With precise timing, he activated his ability and exchanged the position of his shadow phantom. Caleb thrust his charged finger forward, aiming for the vampire's forehead. The taboo energy + sword aura + hardening surged through the lethal point of contact. In an instant, the vampire's eyes widened in shock and pain as a finger went through his forehead like butter. 'W-what?'

Then the red-haired vampire's body fell to the ground. He died with apparent confusion on his face.

Efron, witnessing the swift and unexpected demise of his relentless foe, stood dumbfounded. The vampire crumpled to the ground, life extinguished with unnerving ease. The Tier 7 Scout couldn't comprehend the mysterious force at play, but the hand gestures and the lethal outcome spoke volumes that his helper was powerful!

Caleb emerged from the shadows, revealing his presence to Efron. He nodded in acknowledgment. "Good job.."

Efron, panting like he's just run a marathon, shot Caleb a nod. "Thanks, man," he said, appreciating the save. But, as usual, Mr. Mysterious—Caleb, that is—didn't even bat an eye. He just ghosted over to the vampire's body, casually cut off its head like it was no big deal, and melted back into the shadows.

Left standing there, he couldn't hold back. Frustration took over, and kicked the vamp's lifeless carcass, letting out a string of curses. "Damned vampire!" he spat, the adrenaline from the fight still coursing through him. "Fortunately, that guy decided to help."

And Caleb? Well, he vanished into the shadows like the enigma he always pretended was, leaving him to deal with the aftermath of his brief but intense encounter.

...

In the dark corners of the battleground, Caleb was like a phantom, flickering in and out of existence. He played his part in the war, silently taking down Tier 7 vampires left and right. A deadly dance in the shadows, leaving the unsuspecting bloodsuckers with no time to react.

One after another, heads rolled. Caleb didn't waste any time. He'd grab the gruesome trophies, eyes meeting the twisted expressions of fear, horror, and wide-eyed realization etched onto the vampire faces just before their untimely demise. Fifteen of them in total, a gruesome pile of Tier 7 heads.

Hidden in the shadows, Caleb couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. It wasn't just about survival anymore; it was about making a statement. Each head would reward him with astronomical contribution points. It was also a reflection of his current skill and the price those vampires paid for arrogantly attacking the city.

'Damn, I should organize my proofs first.' Caleb looked around the battlefield where vampires and the three regiments, including the royal army, continued to clash.
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He found a moment to gather his macabre collection. He slipped into an empty manor, dragging the lifeless heads of the vampires he had taken down. The stench of death lingered in the air as he tossed them into a gruesome pile.

Taking a breather, Caleb surveyed the room. The manor was silent, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. The lifeless bodies of nobles lay scattered, unintended casualties of the vampire onslaught. Caleb's eyes scanned the scene, registering the collateral damage of the battle. "These nobles are really their target... Just what are these bloodsuckers trying to achieve?" he mused.