Bored Gamer In Other Worlds Chapter 33
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"Tell me this isn't real, Nancy."
"..." The system chose to shut its mouth in response.
Clark on the other hand was not giving up yet and so he waved the enchanted sword a couple more times to ascertain the stark truth that disappointed him so.
"BOINK!"
"BOINK!"
"BOINK!" Two quick slashes and one thrust created three of the same lazy fireball in his midst. When it touched the desert sands, its result was also too upsetting.
No deafening explosions but only a puff of smoke and nothing more.
"What a useless magical tool this is!" Clark almost threw the sword away but held himself in time. There has got to be a good explanation for this.
If not, how could a low performance item be priced at no less than a thousand spirit stones per piece?
"Okay, Nancy. Would you be a good lady and tell me why." Clark took a deep breath of dismay.
"Affirmative, host. The offensive magical tools in this world could only be fully utilized in the hands of Foundation Establishment Experts.
The craftsmen of said products may have done it to limit the scope of mortal wars from escalating unto unprecedented carnage.
This is why most sects and cultivator clans in this world only creates such a tool to sell unto human cities.
But that is not to say that one can't pay a skilled blacksmith to fashion an offensive magical tool that can be used even in the hands of a child that has no spiritual vein or any such restraints."
Nancy explained in length.
"Hmmm... Pretty reasonable enough." Clark rubbed his beard and nodded in understanding. Give for example the city of Nexus alone.
He could not imagine to see a hundred million people with a mini nuke in their possessions.
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Although he has not seen yet how powerful the magical sword in his hands really was but after experiencing the intricate abilities of his flying sword,
Clark was convinced that his weapon could only exceed that in scale.
"Well, i will be able to see your true might soon. Very very soon." Clark whispered as he ran his hands on the tattooed surface of the sword.
"Blood Twin has killed a Hairy Corruption... host has gained 50 xp!"
"White Wolf has killed a Hairy Corruption... host has gained 50 xp!" these beeps were still ongoing in Clark's ears. The eternal white noise of his consciousness.
"How soon can i arrive at the next level given the current speed of my farm, Nancy?"
"You will be level 10 in approximately 15 minutes, host."
"Nice." Clark smiled. Although the next level took more or less 3 hours to accomplish in contrast to the recent average of 2 hours in the past level ups but that has not at all bothered him.
It was only natural to grind in these kind of things.
'I did not even break a sweat in the process. Hehehe!' Clark's smile grew even wider. And since there was nothing more left here to do, he decided that it was time to go back.
"Teleport back to my room, Blood Twin." he commanded unto one of his minions. Once he saw the blinking green dot on Nexus City, he said…
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8 121Gaston (Disney)
Gosh, its awesome to see him (Gaston). He’s never down in the dumps! Every guy here'd love to be him (Gaston) even when taking his lumps. There's no man in town as admired as him, he's everyone's favorite guy! Everyone's awed and inspired by him and it's not very hard to see why: No one's slick as Gaston. No one's quick as Gaston. No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston For there's no man in town half as manly! (perfect, a pure paragon) Ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley, and they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on! Who plays darts like Gaston? Who breaks hearts like Gaston? Who’s much more than the sum of his parts like Gaston? As a specimen, yes, he’s intimidating; my, what a guy, that Gaston! He doesn’t need encouragement, you boneheaded fools. The only ones who need encouragement is you! (Was that too much? I say no.) No one fights like Gaston, douses lights like Gaston. In a wrestling match nobody bites like Gaston! When he hunts, he sneaks up with his quiver – beasts of the field say a prayer! First he carefully aims for the liver… then he shoots from behind! Is that fair? He doesn’t care. No one hits like Gaston, matches wits like Gaston. In a spitting match nobody spits like Gaston. (He’s especially good at expectorating!) Ten points for Gaston! When he was a lad he ate four dozen eggs every morning to help him get large. And now that he’s grown he eats five dozen eggs, so he’s roughly the size of a barge! Who has brains? Entertains? Who can make up these endless refrains like Gaston? (He uses antlers in all of his decorating!) Say it again: Who’s a man amongst men? Who’s a super success? Don’t you know? Can’t you guess? Ask his fans and his end(less) hangers-on! There’s just one guy in town who’s got all of it down! And his name’s G-A-S-T-O-N GASTON!
8 112A Primeval Future
Follow the story of a modern caveman as he learns to survive, thrive, and shape his nascent civilization in a world yet untouched by man. Expect a focus on the nitty-gritty of primitive living, especially early on. I plan for this to eventually progressing to the settlement management and politics stage as people gravitate towards the one guy who looks like he knows what he's doing, but this will likely take some time. Despite the occasional system elements, skilling and levels will not be a part of this story. No shortcuts. There will be violence and there will be sexuality but there will be no sexual violence. I hate reading that crap and I hate writing it even more. This is my first serious foray into writing. I plan to put out at least 1 chapter a week, more when I can. Constructive criticism is very much welcomed as are ideas and suggestions! Cover image credit: "Mesolithic camp site" by Wessex Archaeology is licensed with CC BY-NC 2.0. To view a copy of this license, visit https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/
8 100The Electric Messiah
Volume Two of the Ontogeny series. A time of unprecedented crisis has come. During a mission to the edge of the known world, Brigadier Weyland James discovered that humanity faces a threat so terrible that the sane mind can barely conceive it. Failure to meet this threat would mean the end of human civilisation, mankind thrown back to a life of wandering savagery, easy prey for the true masters of the planet who see humans as mere animals, theirs to use and exploit as they see fit.Hope exists, if all mankind can unite, putting aside their petty differences for the greater good, but the truth is so unbelievable that the Brigadier faces an almost impossible task in convincing the leaders of the human world. His task is made even harder by the fact that several governments have been infiltrated by agents of the enemy, who are using their influence to sow seeds of war and chaos.The Brigadier is not mankind's only hope, though. In Helberion, a small group of scientists, struggling to make a major scientific breakthrough, is being hampered by assassination and sabotage. Is this the work of the enemy of mankind? King Leothan hopes it is, because it would mean that the enemy fears this new science, that it could be used to create a powerful weapon against them. A weapon that could be the Saviour of Mankind. The Electric Messiah... This is the sequel to Ontogeny. If you haven't read that book yet you must read it before you read this book.
8 91Frozen 1 ( Elsa x female reader)
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8 148The Thing About Apholie: A Wolfwalkers Fanfiction
14 year-old Abigail Rosmere is afraid. Afraid of the wild. Which would make being friends with Apholie Lilliput, a wild girl from the nearby woods, sound very ironic. She's the only wild thing Abigail isn't afraid of. But when Apholie accidentally turns her into her species, far unlike any human, Abigail's world is turned upside down. And when Apholie is in danger, will Abigail run and save herself or stay and fight to protect the only thing she has left to call her own? (This is my first story on Wattpad and it is inspired by Wolfwalkers. I do not own the movie, it's characters, plot or any part of it at all. Credit goes to the original creators, Cartoon Saloon. I do own this sh*tty fanfic however, lol)*WATCH WOLFWALKERS FIRST BEFORE READING THIS FANFIC, IT WILL MAKE MORE SENSE, JUST TRUST ME!!!!*Additional stuff, (lol):Updates will most likely be very slow, mainly either due to school or lack of motivation. Also, I do not take requests. I do, however, take constructive criticism. My writing will most likely get better with the more books I compose, cus honestly I'm not too proud of this, but I'm too lazy to change it so I'm sticking with it. This was made with no planning whatsoever, so be prepared for some parts that may not make any sense. Lack of self confidence aside, I do hope you enjoy!(Thx for the 107 views, by the way!)
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