Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Chapter 455 455: Starbound

At the time the plane was approaching for the landing destination, the captain's voice echoed through the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, in a few minutes, we shall be commencing our descent into Starbound Station. May I have your attention, please? Fasten your seatbelts and extinguish all smoking materials in readiness for landing. However, we have been just informed that there is an upcoming typhoon right in front of us along the flight route. It will bring some turbulence."

It was then that Caleb looked through the window, reaching over to the horizon, and saw an agglomeration of dark clouds with swirls, some of them almost black; lightning played inside those ominous swirls. "A fucking typhoon, now? Really?" he swore, irritated.

Mia leaned forward, her narrowed eyes sliding toward the window. "That looks nasty. It's at least a five by the size and the movement it's making."

Caleb surged to his feet, the tone in which he was speaking changing as he pronounced the fight-or-flight. "Not this time," he proclaimed with an assertive tinge. "We're not riding through that monster."

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The team eyed him questioningly and tried to read the mischief in him. "What do you mean, Adam? What are you planning to do?" Zoey asked again, half-afraid and half-interested.

Caleb flexed his fingers, watching the storm with a new determination. "I'm finishing this before it starts," he said, moving back into the plane as he kept his eyes locked to the swiveling typhoon.

Caleb took a deep breath and concentrated his body, squeezing his energy to the firmness. He stepped forward and launched his punch at the airplane window. Instead of breaking the glasses, the force of his punch went through...

The fist called forth a colossal, invisible force, magnifying as it hurtled toward the storm.

An awe-stricken silence settled down with the passengers speaking low to each other, faces carrying the kind of mix one does in such cases—fear, awe, disbelief. Some sat there with open eyes, throwing glances at the VIP section, tense and rigid, as if the explosion would come from that part.

Some of the passengers looked scared, huddling closer, their whispers rapid and hushed. One woman clung more tightly to her child as if to tear him from her by main force, her eyes flashing worry and uncertainty as if at every moment they might encounter something else.

And the general atmosphere was a stunned silence, intermingled with low murmurs of the conversation from all on board trying to take the magnificence of what they had seen. Caleb, or rather Adam, had saved their lives not only from a natural disaster but had also revealed his power a little bit over the verge of the supernatural one.

After such a ripple of awe and shock across the plane, Caleb leaned back in his seat, completely blasé, looking over at the murmurs and stares that came his way.

"Jesus, will you all calm the fuck down?" he grumbled, drawing the eyes of his teammates and passengers around. "I did it because of a goddamn typhoon that was going to hold our flight, not for some grandstanding bullshit."

Leo shook his head. The spectacle he had just witnessed still remained in a quandary with him. "Man, you say that like it's nothing. You've punched a typhoon into oblivion, and you're acting like you just swatted a fly."

Caleb rolled his eyes. "Look, we've got a schedule to keep, and I wasn't going to sit through hours of delay because of some windy asshole. So I dealt with it. End of story."

Mia continued, trying to wrap her head around the casualness of his admission. "But that's not something anyone can just 'deal with.' You do realize that, don't you? It's not normal."

Caleb shrugged. "Normal went out the fucking window when we became genetic warriors. We're not exactly normal, every day kind of folks, now are we? So why be surprised when one of us does something not so ordinary?"

Zoey, ever the analyst, thought aloud, "That's more than just 'out of the ordinary,'. What you've done, in point of fact, is extraordinary—even by our standards."@@@@