Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Caleb nodded, understanding the gravity of the requirement. "Alright, I get it. Who's the current 8th Seat I need to challenge?"

David smirked, "Impatient, as always. I like that. Your challenger is Amelia, an experienced Destiny with a knack for strategy and combat. If you defeat her, your promotion is all but guaranteed."

Caleb grinned back, excitement and determination in his eyes. "Consider it done. Just make sure the paperwork doesn't take another eternity."

David chuckled, "I'll get to it right after this meeting. Now, go prepare for your challenge, Johan. Your first test as an 8th Seat awaits."

With that, Caleb left David's office, thoughts racing about the challenges and opportunities that awaited him as he prepared to face Amelia for his promotion.

...

Under the blue sky of the Main Camp of the Scout Regiment. A fighting ring with white tiles was situated in its very center. Each of the tiles was made of stones that could withstand the full-brunt attack of a Tier 9 Destiny.

The arena has a smooth and surface that allows for fast-paced and dynamic movements. Tiles are laid in a staggered pattern, similar to the way bricks are arranged.

The arena is also marked with specific lines and symbols, providing a clear boundary for the fighters. These markings help establish the rules and boundaries of the battle.

Given the incredible power and energy attacks displayed by Destinies, the arena's construction materials are implied to be resistant to damage caused by powerful blasts and other energy-based attacks.

What would you see if the arena was already flocked by Scout for different seats in the raised platforms for spectators and participants to observe the battles... These platforms are strategically placed around the arena to provide optimal viewing angles. And the priorities of the seat are entirely dependent on the position of Scout. The higher one's status, the nearer one would be in the fighting state akin to a VIP.

"Look, someone challenged Amelia! Who the fuck is that young kid who has such guts to challenge the princess of Hunt!? I think that kid is overestimating himself. I'm sure he'll lose in no time. What do you think, guys?" Said a guy with a large mole above his lips.

"You don't know that guy? I say you're that was underestimating him. Don't you know? That's Johan!"

The guy scratched his mole and asked, confused. "Johan? Who?"

On the side, a woman joined the conversation and pointed at Cakeb on the fighting stage. "It seems you don't know him. He's one of the youngest scouts to be promoted to Tier 8! An eighteen-year-old Tier 8 Destiny! He also led three teams and played a pivotal role in Operation: Reclaim Wall of Rose. Are you dumb?"

"Ohhh... He's the one that received the Prime Citizen Badge or something?" The moled-guy showed a look of surprise and then immediately added. "If that's really the case. This would be an interesting fight than I thought. Still, I stand my ground that Amelia would beat Johan without much effort!"

...

Caleb looked at the stage he was in and at the crowd on the platform a bit overwhelmed. He was just here for the promotion. Why are there so many damn people watching him!? Who can tell him!?

He took a deep breath and looked at his opponent opposite him. 'Is it because of her? Is she that popular or something?'

Due to his high spiritual attributes. He could distinguish the hundreds of voices and process each of them. After all, the spirit attributes had information processes memory, and reasoning within their scope. He doesn't know if it improves IQ directly but he was sure that at the bare minimum. It should have improved indirectly.

He could be wrong though. Caleb shook his head at the unnecessary thoughts at the back of his head. Then he gazed at the so-called Amelia and studied her. Although he was confident with his strength due to the combination of two power systems and his rich battle experience. He still feels that it was better to be on guard since this moment would directly decide his promotion.

The woman in front of him was someone unfamiliar to him. He might have a database of information about his batch. But not the batch that one year and above joined earlier than them!

In terms of temperament, the one in front of him wasn't cold, icy queen type. He didn't know why, now that he thinks about it, every Destiny looks like Dashing models, princes & princesses, and fairies! The higher the realm, the more perfect their appearance seems to be! Does it have to do with the Tier? Even David would've qualified as a supermodel if he joined a modeling agency. He began to doubt if it was because his a Tier 5 Destiny.

'Does this mean that I have the potential to become Chadlite or even Gigachad in the fucking future?' Caleb couldn't help but think.

Amelia, with an air of nonchalance, examined Caleb as if he were an insignificant nuisance. Her eyes, while acknowledging his achievements, betrayed a subtle disdain. She spoke with an icy tone, "You're that upstart brat trying to challenge me, aren't you? Heard you're the talk of the town with your flashy exploits."

Caleb, maintaining his composure, responded with a smirk, "Well, it seems my reputation precedes me. But you know, actions speak louder than words. Let's see how this 'upstart brat' fares against an esteemed 8th Seat like yourself."

Amelia's lips curled into a sardonic smile. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Johan. Just because you managed some stunts in the field doesn't mean you're on my level. It takes more than a few battles to earn respect."

As the tension escalated, the crowd on the platforms hushed, absorbing every word exchanged between the two destinies. The atmosphere crackled with the brewing tension, and the officiator waited patiently for the verbal sparring to conclude before initiating the official duel. Your next read awaits at empire

Caleb, undeterred by Amelia's dismissive attitude, maintained his confident facade. Deep down, he relished the challenge, eager to prove that his rise through the ranks wasn't a mere fluke.

'These kinds of characters are really the ones that need to be put in their damn place.'

Caleb mused.