Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

Game 2 ended before the final whistle could even ring in the court.

With a man down so badly that he could barely even walk in the aftermath, no one wished to mirror that bad decision in the remaining part of the game.

Thus, the end came without any suspense at all.

* * *

"What's wrong, old man? You should be out there celebrating with the rest of our guys." Our bored gamer tapped a middle aged man's shoulder.

"I should be but i don't feel like it for some reason." Luis Bell Jackson replied in a solemn voice. At 50 years old, he still looked like a day no more than 30.

His physique was impressive to say the least and he kept a healthy regimen of training in order to stay competitive in this all so physical sport of basketball.

"Well... i believe that the goat could also have some days like this one. You already got 16 championship rings on your fingers at this time. Hehehe. Wearing them all at once must a challenge i bet." Clark humored his teammate.

He had stayed in the Los Pecados Wolverines for more than 10 years already and had given the team 11 rings in his tenure.

In turn, this has given Luis Bell Jackson the opportunity of breaking the record of WBF player with the most rings.

The middle aged man has 16 rings now and this should be enough to catapult him as the greatest player to ever step on the court.

Unfortunately, Luis Bell Jackson did not feel the glory of this achievement at all.

Not in front of someone who has broken myriad records in the league and a player who has yet to miss a shot in his 11 years of long dedication in this sport.

"Indeed." Luis Bell Jackson could only say one word in reply. He did not need to voice out his concerns since he had been at it for countless of times over the years.

In reply, Sean Evans would only advise him to do better.

This was of course absurd against the perfect play that our bored gamer would dish out every time he stepped unto the arena to compete.

With a deep sigh, Luis Bell Jackson could only go back to where everybody else was. This was his 16th championship night and he should be celebrating with the rest of his team.

Alas, Luis Bell Jackson felt devoid of any joy whatsoever.

* * *

"Hmmm... This is not a bad life at all." Clark smiled while sipping a glass of wine in his lonesome.

There was 3 women on the bed and they were all spent with the sweet rough loving they received from the hands of our very own protagonist.

There was no romantic feelings between them though since the 3 were paid lovers to begin with.

Our bored gamer had chosen to cut off on sending more women to Earth at this particular trip on this mortal world.

"BANG!" At this time, a ferocious rumbling up the heavens ensued and before long, a brilliant flash of light ate every man, woman, and child on this planet.

When their vision returned to them, a nasty voice echoed loudly down their eardrums.

"Hello, lumps of meat! You're going to be in a survival game. I hope you get to live long so as to give me many many source of entertainment down the road.

Every single one of you shall possess a kingdom of your own. Nurture it and build it stronger than the rest. Heed my advise or your fates shall be at the maws of your enemies. Let the fun begin!"

The nasty voice said and it did not take long for anyone to realize that all of them were isekaid in an alien fantasy world.

"So the real adventure is finally here." Clark muttered. Within moments, he got access to his cheat and he was well on his way to the top.

* * *

Fifty thousand years later and the image of conquest resurfaced for everyone to see.

The mortals and the powerful native beings in the fantasy world has bowed down to their immortal subjugator.

A golden throne could be seen hovering amongst the clouds and one man sitting upon its lofty surface.

"The god who brought everyone here has turtled down. It would be a pain to search for him." Clark commented as he scoured the entirety of the universe with his divine sense.

There was not even a hint of where that playful god has gone to. In the end, our bored gamer decided to focus on the more important things at hand.

His life was hard and long so he believed that there would be a path for fated enemies to meet.

"My job here is done, partner. I'm ready to take the next level." A gentle chime resounded in Clark's ears and heavenly treasure clay brick did not even utter any words as usual.

Nevertheless, the anticipated darkness came and the consciousness of our very own protagonist embraced the sense of nothingness for a time.

He did not know how long it took before sounds and images began to play before his eyes in real time. The next thing that occurred was another sad tale of a new beginning.

The golden throne alongside our bored gamer vanished from the horizon. All that was left on his wake was the infinite number of souls that continued to kneel even at his absence.

* * *

In the vast cosmos of creation where universes amount to an almost infinite number, a luckless boy got ran over by a truck, resurrected to a strange world, and then lastly received a special cheat in the process.

He should have made it good and reached the apex of cultivation in that fresh universe but alas, a stray rock from up above has bashed his head in before he could even enjoy the fruits of his epic cheat.

This luckless boy died for the 2nd time in the span of a few minutes alone. His rotten luck was indeed so bad to say the least.

"Another dead body for the record. Nothing new to me." Our bored game said as he took stock of where he was in.