Bored Gamer In Other Worlds

"I'm not dead." Liao Yun stated wryly the moment she opened her eyes again. When she closed them earlier, she would have expected nothing less of death to claim her body and soul.

Luckily for her, she has gotten a reprieve at this time. Our bored gamer treated these pawns too preciously since he wanted to complete the additional quest in no time.

"Not yet." Clark shrugged and looked around the scene of destruction in the place.

He nodded in approval as he witnessed how the Ancient Immortal Sect laid untouched in the aftermath of his technique.

There was no use burning his home before he could even enter and use its facilities to the fullest.

"Now let me see how in charge here." Our avid gamer muttered under his breath and it did not take him long to find the person he wanted to get a hold of.

Amidst the many wise old cultivators that hid behind the veil of their prudence, one old fogey stood above them all. This old man was perhaps the oldest and the strongest of them all.

It did not need telling that this old man was the only ancestor of this immortal sect.

"Come out and face me or do I have to unearth you from the catacombs of your rest?" Our bored gamer and awaited no reply whatsoever.

His feet never moved but the speed that he displayed broke the cognition of everyone.

It appeared like he just vanished in place but in truth, Clark was just moving beyond what these juniors could hope to perceive.

Nevertheless, that did not mean that the passage of our very own protagonist was missed by everyone in the scene. There were still some skilful old monsters in place.

"Well met, fellow daoist! I am the sect master of the An…" A respectable looking old man barred our good gamer's path and he was quick with his mouth. Alas, he was left ignored and wanting.

"BANG!" A whirlpool of energy covered this respectable old man and slapped him far into parts unknown.

There was a clear mark of his direction since a long line of ruin joined him on his unwanted trip of rolling and crashing unto the distance.

A minor headache would be the least of this respected old man's worry in the aftermath of his epic tumble.

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"Please sit down and drink with me." Another old man finally greeted our very own protagonist. This was the last of them old fogeys and the place of his dwelling was different than others.

It was full of restrictions and was on a separate space altogether. Cultivators who can create such an alien world were certainly amongst the top dogs of this generation.

"A man of culture. Men like us are rare in this day and age." Clark smiled as he obliged the wish of his fellow cultivator.

Our bored gamer sat down and looked at the peaceful picture that rendered serenity unto his senses. The place was huge like a whole world unto itself.

Perhaps only a master can derive this fabricated reality from the truth. But this was not a trouble for our very own protagonist at all.

Clark only needed to take one look and that was more than enough for him to decipher everything inside this little fictional space.

"This dumb junior is happy to take any praise from your Excellency." The old man smiled and prepared the table full of food and liquid in a flash.

Within moments, the fragrance of an ancient drink wafted in the scene. Any man with low cultivation base would have easily drowned to sleep by just the smell of this spirit alone.

Alas, our bored gamer was not just any man with low cultivation base.

"A good wine." Clark praised once more as he took the drink that was offered unto him. He took one sip and closed his eyes to enjoy the sweet effect of this liquor.

"You honor me with your words, Your Excellency." The old man replied. He smiled and got himself a glass of his own device and he appeared to be a whole lot more happier than the past.

One should know that the age of this spirit had almost reached 100,000 years to date. This old man reserved its usage on only the most special circumstances of his life.

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The two drank and enjoyed not only the wine but also the myriad sumptuous feast that was laid perfectly before them.

Several hours later, our bored gamer was the one who opened the main topic once more.

"So… how do you choose to submit?" Clark asked in conclusion of this feast of two.

"The Ancient Immortal Sect has stood the test of more than 500,000 years. It will not end in my care." The old man said and proceeded to tell his decision in the next moment.

"It is this junior's honor to serve your Excellency! Please use my Ancient Immortal Sect in any way you see fit!" The old man stood up and paid homage to his new owner.

Right from the very beginning, he could feel that he was way more inferior to our good gamer. This old man could not even imagine how he would face and get to live in the aftermath of the conflict.

He was old and so he loved living more than anything else in the world. Those who grew bored easily with life has little aspirations on this world to begin with.

Thus, this old man could easily raise his head up high and face the consequences of his actions today.

Strength was the most important aspect of this cultivation world and so it was never a shame to submit unto someone much stronger than himself.

"Very well. You are truly wise for an old man. I appreciate smart men like you and i." Clark nodded. He really did not expect any result other than what he has today.

Should a fight arise between them then he could easily slap this old man to an early death. Our bored gamer waited for a full minute and…

"…" He got nothing. No notification whatsoever.

"FUCK ME!" Clark then checked his character status and could not help but curse in the aftermath.