Master of Time

"Holy Fucking Shit!"

My mouth gaps like a fish. My eyes widen at the brightening mid-day sky, shrouded by buildings taller than I could ever thought possible.

No, buildings like these shouldn't be possible with the technology of the 21st century.

Just a minute ago, confusion wrecks my brain. I didn't know where I was or how I manage to even get here. Everything around me screams that I wasn't in my native time anymore.

No, I am now in the future – far into the future. This is the 31st century!

Flying cars are everywhere, weaving through impossible tall buildings. Billboards dot the sky.

And most importantly, everyone is fucking hot!

No, seriously! There are not a single of ugly people in sight.

This would have been an incredible experience if it wasn't for the impending doom, heading towards my way.

Many people are already fleeing away, but their effort is pointless at the devastation that is about to be unleashed upon the city.

They can't be faster than a thermal nuclear blast, could they?

"This can't be happening. This can't be happening. I just got here!"

Words come out of my mouth, yet my legs refuse to move. They are glued to the ground, refusing my flight command.

I am frozen in fear.

If it wasn't for the people rushing my way and bumping into me, I would have stood there, waiting to cast a long-lasting shadow against the wall and telling those in the future that I was here.

People from the future when I am in the future. How ironic!

The shockwave washes over the crowded city, sending me along with hundreds of people against the wall, screaming in anguish.

"Ugh… ugh… ugh…"

My vision swirls due to the heavy impact. Blood runs down my face as I struggle to pull myself up. The sharp pain in my left arms tells me that is broken.

I look towards the beautiful city, finding a rising mushroom blocking out the skyline.

Not just one, but dozens of them. One missile, many warheads.

The heat those nuclear blast generated must be insane, twisting sky-high building and melting metals like they are butter.

Another missile pierces through the dense cloud and explodes into dozens of fragments in mid-air.

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?