Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

Our bored gamer was of course uncaring to the present thoughts of his maidservant Gu Ya.

He was already far too used to getting these stares from everyone around him over the long long years of his existence.

"Hmmmm... Let's not make our guests wait for us then, Gu Ya." Clark let out a deep breathe before he rose up from the soft luxury of his chair.

He was far too old to play this children's politics but he knew that it would only be proper for him to show himself on this fateful eve.

His four maidservants or anybody else would be a little inadequate for the job at hand.

Though anyone of them was more than enough to wipe this continent clean of any enemy but alas, murder was not on tonight's agenda.

"TAP!"

"TAP!"

"TAP!" Clark walked and the servant slave Gu Ya followed his steps. Once they breached from his chambers, a few sets of feet mirrored their tracks in silence.

This was of course none other than the rest of the girls Lang Jian, Hao Tai, and finally Lin Yan.

A few minutes more and the group arrived at the gathered experts of the three cities in this immediate domain. Redmont, Frans and Taxcester.

At first glance, one could easily count them to a hundred strong cultivators or more.

"Good evening ladies and men. To what do i owe the honor of your visit?" The recently alive and busy discussions was put to an absolute stop with these words.

One by one, the wise and old cultivators in the hall examined our very own protagonist with their respective spiritual senses.

An old bowed man with a walking stick was particularly stunned at this time.

"How is this possible?!" Su Jun, the city lord of Frans muttered ever lowly beneath his breath. In his shock, he has even forgotten to hide his audible words at this time.

One should know that amongst all the old monsters who attended this unexpected visit tonight, this old man Su Jun was absolutely the strongest in this bunch.

And yet that tidbit of information was not enough to grant him any sort of advantage in the situation.

Su Jun, in all his powers, experience, and wisdom was not able to pinpoint the present cultivation base of our very own protagonist.

This would only mean one of two things and both of those possibilities did not bid well to any of them in the scene.

Nevertheless, this truth has not hindered Su Jun to throw an excuse whatsoever.

"Please forgive our insolence, Senior Yun Che but... we hope that you would take away the excessive gifts that you have bestowed upon your men.

This much power on far too many is prone to abuse and negligence." Su Jun spoke after collecting his thoughts once more.

Since he was the strongest cultivator amongst the guests, it was natural for the task of negotiation to fall upon his aged shoulders.

His words has only given appropriate clues about our bored gamer and everyone responded in kind.

'What the hell is going on in here?! Even Old Su calls this guy as his Senior!'

The group of less than two hundred in number instantly got the most important meaning behind the words of Su Jun.

Everyone of them could not help but look at our good gamer with renewed respect and fear.

"I'm sorry to tell you that that won't happen tonight or in the immediate future.

If that is all the reason why you and your friends came here then you might as well go back to whence you came. No words can change my mind on this matter."

Clark addressed the combined cultivators of the three cities of Redmont, Frans, and Taxcester.

"..." Old man Su Jun released a deep sigh and it showed how helpless he was in the matter.

Strength was the ultimate measure of who was right and wrong in this cultivation world and Su Jun realized that it was a lost cause indeed to waste their time in this place.

He also did not want to lose his life in this way. Alas, someone bold enough disagreed with him on this quest.

"You can't take our lives as a joke, Senior Yun Che! I heard that your Money Hoarding Gang only requires 2 fucking spirit stones to take any of our lives in this city.

That is absolutely absurd! You can't treat us like worthless ants on the side of the road!" A heroic cultivator has shown his outrage with these words.

The man huffed and puffed which declared his emotions well enough. He wished for others to join him in this angry appeal but unfortunately, no voice seconded his motions thereafter.

The brave man looked to his left and right to no avail.

"Hehehe. It's funny since i seem to recall some of your clansmen were one of my first satisfied customers today.

They appeared happy when my men sent notice of how successful our job has been earlier. Hmmmm... Same as i said before, the Money Hoarding Gang shall stay.

How you react about this fact will be your business and not mine. Have a safe journey on your way back."

Our bored gamer said and left without entertaining anymore woes from these cultivators. The fun had just began and he would of course not stop it now just a day after its inception.

"What are we going to do now?" Someone asked but no remedy was given in response.

* * *

Another day came and the next batch of assassinations were done. This time it has not only been exclusive inside Redmont City but Frans and Taxcester was also affected.

Blood blessed the grounds as old sins was practically avenged with a meager payment of 2 spirit stones alone.

Some guilty ones tried to hide but they still could not escape from the members of the Money Hoarding Gang. A few wise ones was of course proactive in their approach.

"BANG!" A ground shook as something hard touched its surface. Less than 10 breaths later and a cry of helplessness rang loudly.

"Father! You can't do this to me!"

"Shut up! You are no son of mine!" An angry one retorted. This speaker then continued.

"Wu Hao! I give you this devil who desecrated the innocence of your daughter! Do with him as you wish!

I only hope that after today, there will be no more debts and bad blood between our two families!"

"DING!" The door of a humble home opened up and one long agonizing ending was harnessed in the aftermath.

"FATHERRRRRRRRRR!"