1 Prologue (2/2)
Those fragments are only visible due to the amount of dust being driven into the atmosphere.
The fragments scatter across the city.
One slam into the building at the end of the road.
In an instant, blinding flash burns my vision. My eyeballs immediately vaporize alongside with my body right down to the atom.
This is what happen when one gets hits by a fusion nuclear blast.
However, the instant darkness attempt to take me and my soul, everything slows down and comes to a standstill.
Like someone rewinding a video, time reverses.
Nuclear fires are being forced to condense back into a singularity.
Debris assembles the warhead itself once more.
The warhead flies off the ground, through the building it came from, joining dozens of other warheads back into the missile.
The missile then disappears back into the diminishing mushroom cloud. Buildings twist back into their original shape, towering over the city once more.
People are running backwards strangely, returning to what they were doing a few minutes ago. They have no memory of what happened.
I watch all that happen before patting myself. My left arm is no longer broken.
In fact, I am no longer injured.
”What the fuck!?”
I curse as a missile explodes over the city, sending dozens of warheads all over the city. Seconds later, nuclear blast erupts throughout the city.
The scene plays out again and again until I figure that every time I get killed, time would reverse itself to the point where I am not.
I believe I must have died over a thousand of time to learn how to return to the 21st century, when I have come from.
I didn't know exactly what happened, but apparently, I can travel through time and space freely.
This give me a great idea for mischief, and it isn't the only thing I could do!
Should I tell you about the time I become the most powerful wizard in all Great Britain?
Or the time I pillage and **** my way through the Hundred Years' War between England and France?
Or how about that time I become the King of Hollywood?