Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Caleb couldn't help but marvel at the newfound strength and vitality coursing through his body. The Dragon Bones passive ability wasn't as underwhelming as he initially thought. The pressure and force he could generate felt like a force of nature, a significant upgrade from his previous capabilities.

He flexed his muscles, feeling the enhanced balance and resilience. It was as if the very essence of the undead dragon's bones had infused him with an unparalleled physical prowess. The efficiency of his bone marrow contributed to a powerful vitality, and the heightened sense of balance and resistance to gravity or pressure added an extra layer to his overall strength.

With a newfound appreciation for Dragon Bones, Caleb couldn't wait to test its limits in practical situations. The system's reminder echoed in his mind, urging him not to judge too early. Indeed, the gold-level evaluation carried weight, and he needed to experience the full extent of this passive ability in action.

Next on the list were the three active skills acquired from the Devouring Skeletal Dragon gene. Caleb's curiosity sparked as he clicked on the first one, Skeletal Devouring Wings.

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Name: Skeletal Devouring Wings

Type: Active Skill

Description:

Unleashed wings made of pure bones, capable of flight, penetrating enemies, and shielding from attacks. The toughness and sharpness of the wings make them formidable weapons. Flight speed at an absurd rate.

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Caleb couldn't help but grin as he imagined the possibilities. Wings made of pure bones sounded both eerie and powerful. Flight, penetration, and shielding capabilities were a trifecta of advantages. The thought of soaring through the sky at an absurd speed brought a thrill to his newfound aerial abilities.

He then proceeded to check the Death Miasma Breath, the second active skill gained from the genetic potion.

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Name: Death Miasma Breath

Type: Active Skill

Quality: Gold

Description:

Release a deadly breath infused with the essence of the Devouring Skeletal Dragon. The breath induces decay and weakness in enemies, draining their life force and rendering them vulnerable to attacks.

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Caleb raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the concept of a deadly breath that induced decay and weakness. The potential strategic use of such an ability played out in his mind. It wasn't just an offensive tool; it could weaken enemies, setting them up for a more decisive blow.

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On a sunny day at the De Vera Mansion, Caleb decided to unveil his newfound abilities to his brothers, Klein and Delvin, in the garden. With a wide grin, he extended his Skeletal Devouring Wings, revealing the eerie yet powerful appendages made of pure bones.
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Klein's eyes widened in shock, "Adam, is that... are those wings? Skeletal wings? When did you drink a genetic potion?"

Delvin joined in, equally surprised, "Yeah, Adam, spill it! When did you become a genetic warrior? And those wings... they're wicked!"

Caleb chuckled, enjoying their reactions, "Well, you know how it is, guys. Sometimes, a man needs a little upgrade. Drank a potion, fused a gene, and voila!"

Klein couldn't hide his envy as he stared at the wings, "Flying ability, seriously? That's like the dream for us genetic warriors. I've been trying forever, and it's not as easy as it sounds."

Delvin nodded in agreement, "Yeah, Klein's been complaining about it for ages. He even said he'd trade half his abilities for a pair of wings."

Klein sighed, "It's true. Flying would make everything so much cooler. Adam, you lucked out. What kind of potion did you drink?"

Caleb smirked, "Ah, that's a secret, my dear brothers. A little mystery adds some spice to life. But seriously, you two need to stop underestimating yourselves. I'm sure you'll get your flying abilities sooner or later."

Klein crossed his arms, a determined glint in his eyes, "Yeah, easier said than done. You know how hard it is to find the right genetic potion. Some are rarer than legendary Pokémon."

Caleb laughed, "Well, keep at it. Maybe one day you'll find the perfect potion, and then we can have a family sky race or something."

Delvin grinned, "That sounds cool. However, I'm not interested in becoming like you guys. But seriously, Adam, those wings are incredible. Can you actually fly with them? I mean, they're made of bones."

Caleb nodded, "Oh, absolutely. Wanna see?"

Without waiting for an answer, Caleb gave a powerful flap of his Skeletal Devouring Wings, lifting himself a few feet off the ground. Delvin's eyes sparkled with amazement, while Klein's envy intensified.

Klein muttered, "I swear, Adam, you're living the genetic warrior dream. Wings and all."

Caleb landed back on the ground, chuckling, "Dream or not, it's all about making the most of what we've got. Maybe I'll give you guys a lift sometime."

In the De Vera household, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, Caleb abruptly excused himself from the lively chatter with his brothers. With a determined glint in his eyes, he declared, "I've got to practice these wings. Catch you later!"

His Skeletal Devouring Wings extended, and Caleb shot up into the sky, leaving Klein and Delvin in awe.

Klein called after him, "Hey, where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Caleb grinned mid-air, "Gotta test these wings properly! Be back soon!"

As he soared into the heavens, Caleb marveled at the newfound sensation of flight. The wind rushed past him, and the world below transformed into a miniature version of itself. People and buildings looked like ants and toys from this height.

In the first few minutes, he felt unsteady and dizzy. The feeling of something solid flapping behind him was foreign and uncomfortable. However, thanks to his spiritual attributes. He quickly mastered the wings.

Emotions welled up inside him—excitement, freedom, and a touch of surrealism. The De Vera Mansion, the garden, the familiar streets—all shrank in significance as the vastness of the sky became his canvas. The mundane routines of life now seemed trivial in the face of this breathtaking aerial perspective.

He flew over the landscape at an astonishing speed, covering 45 kilometers in just fifteen minutes. The city unfolded beneath him like a sprawling mosaic of lights, and the distant horizon beckoned with an endless expanse.

Caleb couldn't help but let out a whoop of exhilaration. Flying wasn't just a practical ability; it was a newfound joy that lifted his spirits. He felt like a bird, untethered and limitless in the open sky.

Down below, people on the streets gazed up, pointing at the unusual sight. A small figure with skeletal wings soared overhead, leaving onlookers in amazement and wonder.

As he descended, Caleb couldn't wipe the grin off his face. Landing back in the garden, he saw Klein and Delvin still outside, eyes wide with disbelief.

Klein exclaimed, "That was... insane! Where did you learn to fly like that?"

"Talent..." Caleb chuckled.