Gbotty

There is a war on the horizon and we need you to lead the world into battle. But you are weak. Far too weak. 
So you must become strong.
Strong enough to bring the world under your banner
Strong enough to withstand the tribulation to come.
The era wars beckons... 
A war where Godkings are cannon fodder.
A war where even lords will fall
...
Apocalypse is coming.
And strong... You will become!!!
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“Let the Soul of the Universe bear witness
Let the Rules of Creation acknowledge
Let this mortal be reborn anew
Let it AWAKEN as THE CHILDE OF TIME!
LET THE TRIALS OF LAW BEGIN!!!”
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[First Trial of Time: Trial of a Soldier]
[Before you can lead an army, you must first understand what it means to be a soldier.]
[Main Objective: Reach the Limit of Mortal Coil.]
[Secondary objective: Destroy the organisation that seeks to harm your planet.]
[Reward: ***]
[Good luck Inheritors.
Good luck, Childe.]

A group of Spec Ops operators are saved from the jaws of death by the intervention of the Supreme Law of Time. However, nothing comes for free. A prices must be paid. A duty must be delivered.
Thus, began the journey to the summit of a group of soldiers who are unavertibly marked as Soldiers of the Supreme Law of Time.

Soldiers of Time.

Abdul-Lateef returned to the Aleppo Field Station.

The Erebus & Horus officers glanced at him when he entered. The question on their minds was how the man brought down the fighter jet himself.

They knew he left with a duffel bag. But, that only caused more confusion.

It had to be known that it was nigh impossible to bring down a fighter jet with infantry-grade weaponry. So, nothing he had in the bag should've been able to bring the jet down.

Also, there was nothing in the city that he could get to, that he could've used to shoot the jet down.

The only thing they had to go with was that, whatever the man did, it was very physically tasking, as Abdul-Lateef looked visibly tired.

He didn't let that stop him though. He still stood stoically as if the fatigue he felt was nothing to him.

CH777: Pressure of Position