Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Chapter 454 454: Being Blamed

Caleb looked on, with hundreds of ideas running through his mind. He jumped up so quickly that his grimace of determination would likely have cracked a couple of windows if he had been meaning to do something about that. 'What a hassle...'

He snapped his fingers, and the powerful shockwave was instantly set free: a focused burst of energy roaring through the cabin. It was powerful: enough to burst the snakes asunder the moment it reached them, disintegrating their bodies from the force of the shockwave. Silence fell, and the only sound was the panting labored by survivors and the slight whir of the engines. Caleb looked around over his team in the aftermath, then out over the remaining passengers. A heavy silence filled the air following the deadly ordeal.

'Well, at least some survived.'

After chaos, the only thing left for both the passengers and the flight attendants was the conversation, in which feelings of relief, anger, and fear were all mixed."How the fuck this happen!" one of the passengers howled, and his voice was shaking. "Those snakes, it's in thousands. Is not it the work of management to see whether the plane is safe or not?"Another chimed in, her voice really stern, "Somebody's got to be held responsible for this! We can't just disregard it. There were three that died, crushed by these creatures!"

Cruel thoughts of the casualties, but it is a cruel reality.

"Their jaws could crush metal. What chance did those poor souls have?" recounted a flight attendant to another, both with glassy, teary eyes.The group was ready for the call to action.

"We've got to tidy this plane up, get rid of... of all this," one of the crews gestured to the debris of disaster.

"And we owe the Earth team our lives. They saved us from a complete catastrophe."The expressions of gratitude mixed with speculation as the conversation turned.

"You think that was one of the genetic warriors?" speculated a passenger in a low voice. "

Alex nodded his head, allowing his eyes to range over the cabin. "That makes sense. This can't be an accident of some kind. Snakes on a plane this? It's far too specific and far too focused. We've got to figure out who's behind it."

Caleb looked at them square in the eyes, his look determined. "Okay, we will check, but we will do it my way. No extra risks. Whoever's done this wanted some reaction, a show. We will not give this satisfaction to them by panicking," he told them.

The team still simmered with anger, shock, and reluctance but agreed reluctantly. They knew Caleb's ways were unscrupulous but he's so right.

Leaning back against the wall of the cabin, Caleb looked at his team, his glare cold and calculating, and said in a voice dripping with contempt,

"Now let me lay down some cold, hard truths for y'all. "Help every sorry soul you come across? That's one way to an early grave, really. It's not heroism; it's self-righteous. You think that you are the big hero now, but in fact, you are only a hypocrite."

He paced slowly, locking eyes with each team member. "I mean, think of it this way: innocence is not meant for this world. Take the case of a pig. You may think it to be just another simple animal, living and letting live. But given a chance, it shall eat up everything in front of it, even its own kind. It's all about survival. It doesn't know right from wrong—it just is, consuming what comes in its way. Just like everyone else, inherently selfish." Caleb stopped, his expression intense. "So, ask yourself, do you really believe that you want to save people because your hearts bleed, or does it really make you feel good? Feel good about yourselves. Because most people look out for themselves, playing the victim or the saint when it suits them."

He sneered, "Those are your drops of heroism into the ocean of self-serving actions. People will use you; drain you, then throw you to the side when you are no longer needed, when it is all right. That's the truth." Caleb's words hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the ideals usually upheld by heroes and saviors. "So, I guess you'll really have to figure out what counts more," he summed up.

"living a lie that you're some kind of benevolent savior or finding a way to come to terms with the truth that in the end, well, we're all just looking out for ourselves."

His teammates exchanged glances full of discomfort, Caleb's pessimism attacking even the very ground of their beliefs and motivations.