Bored Gamer In Other Worlds Chapter 103
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Clark was not at all worried about this scene of destruction because the pillars that separated each room held true to their purpose.
Only his private chambers succumbed to the merciless abuse of power and it had given him an eye view of the sky as a result.
"About one million exp, huh?"
"Why don't I try that again for a second time." Clark muttered as he realized that implication of this matter.
If he could somehow cultivate like this much for an extended amount of time, wouldn't he just rise up to become a True Immortal in just a matter of days?
'Hehehe. I'm really so smart. I guess all the geniuses in the endless wheel of time could only cry in shame before my presence.'
Our good gamer swam in his own little delusion and there was no one beside him to wake him up to reality also.
This might have been beneficial to others but for our bored gamer, it was nothing but detrimental to his growth.
A teen that was Clark and the arrogance in Lu Chen certainly did not produce a great mix in the end. Alas, such was the fate that our transmigrated hero would face.
"Let me go at it again."
"One more time!" Clark moaned loudly as he was currently drowning in so much pleasure and euphoria.
Even a single sniff of spiritual energy was tantamount to everlasting grace in nirvana, what more could a city wide scale in inhalation?
Even all the humble Spirit Gathering Arrays in the 13 most powerful clans in the city of Nexus crumbled into dust and that alone has brought about a sufficient taste of heaven upon our very own good protagonist.
Clark could not have felt much better than the present.
"Ahhhhh..." Clark took a deep breath once more and this time it was a tad deeper than the first one.
His excitement for quicker gains may have made him impatient and careless in his actions but no matter what the truth was, there was really no help to be found right now.
"BANG!" The walls around shattered into smithereens and were vacuumed like stringed marionette unto the immovable form of our bored gamer.
"SPLASH!" The collection of wood, gravel, stones, and furniture in the room melted akin to water before it was consumed fully on the waiting mouth of its summoner.
There was a question to be had if Clark was conscious about this very act.
Of eating liquefied dirt or not but such mundane query was perhaps not anymore significant to someone who has reached the peak of this xianxia world.
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There was only a minute difference in taste between this and the one before so this was probably what Clark has also experienced in the moment.
A breath to a tee later and our good gamer finally heard that overly familiar sound.
"You have successfully cultivated, host has gained 1,375 xp!"
"Well, that was fulfilling. It's just sad that the exp i got this time around is so little compared to the first one i had."
Clark rolled his neck and did side to side motions thereafter that got him quite the rewarding sounds for his efforts.
It gave him a refreshing feeling by stretching those tireless muscles at his neck area but that facade of peace did not last at all because of quickly escalating noises that woke him up from his perfect sense of being.
"Master Lu Chen!" a familiar voice called nearby. It was old and hoary but the call of urgency has made it all the more displeasing to one's ears. But not towards Clark.
For him, aside from his family back on Earth, there was really no other person that could match the owner of this ugly voice. Clark smiled as he opened his eyes to a whole new world.
"What's the matter, Lai Peng? Have you..." Our good gamer stopped at this point when he witnessed in full clarity how much he had unwittingly changed the city.
'Please don't let this scenario spread all over the world.' Clark prayed as he closed his eyes to erase the unwanted sight that beset his vision.
Although he got 4 billion stat in power but nothing changed in his perception at all.
At Mortal Shedding Realm, he had absolute vision in a radius of 10 meters.
At Foundation Establishment Realm, he had absolute vision in a radius of 30 meters.
At Golden Core Realm, he had absolute vision in a radius of 50 meters.
And finally at Aspirant Realm, he had absolute vision in a radius of 70 meters.
It can be seen by the set of numbers alone that aside from having crushing strength and free rein at them elements in nature, the circle of influence wherein he could have total awareness inside this domain has its own set of limitations also.
A half breath later, he tried opening his eyes once more and true as before, no wish could have reversed what had already happened today back into the past. It was inevitable!
"Ehem... Can you at least find something to wear, Lai Peng?" Clark asked towards the sorry figure of his personal servant.
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Old Peng may have felt the biting cold of the eagerly rising new morn but aside from covering his delicate parts, all that showed in his countenance was pure unadulterated concern towards his owner.
Clark could really not fault his slave also. He looked behind the scraggly figure of Old Peng and when he did, our bored gamer sported an instant erection in no time.
There was not one, not even two, but seven naked lovely ladies who scrambled to find any piece of clothing to cover themselves in time.
Clark especially paused a peek or two towards the panicked figure of Princess Ning Xi and her mother Wan Fei.
Old Peng was even oblivious to his owner's lascivious deeds and the loyal servant continued by saying...
"I apologize, master. But as you can see, there is almost nothing left of the city." Old Peng bowed low but did not fail to deliver what he wanted to say.
Clark looked around and became aware of how epic the change has come to his beloved Nexus.
No walls remained standing save one part of the city and it was no different from the desert lands that he was so fond of experimenting his skills with.
It did not take long for cries of lament to abound as the people of the metropolis began to gather towards the single untouched Pavilion at the heart of the city.
A place of worship.
The Sacred Halls of the Gods and Goddesses.
The people prayed and weep for their Patrons and it was rather a disheartening thing to watch. Alas, the same could not be said to the Higher Existences beyond this mortal plane.
* * *
Someplace in the vast domains of the Divine Realm.
"A people weeps once more."
"A feast of crows perhaps?" a tired voice whispered in his lonesome.
Although the plea of supplication for his revered Name grows incessant with every passing second but that has not at all altered this person's decision.
He gave no answer or reprieve but only listened to the delicious harvest he got from the masses of sufferers.
For this Supreme Existence, since the power of faith was favorably abundant today, it would be a mere act of folly to assuage the agony of these fallen people.
If he could, he would have wanted to inflict more misery unto the mortals.
"Your pain is my power." This god chuckled in satisfaction.
* * *
"Here... take this, Lai Peng. And get dressed. We have so many things to do today." Clark threw a set of expensive cultivator's robes towards his faithful servant.
He was of course a cheapskate in his gift. Our good gamer bought only a set of garments from the shop system that cost him with a meager 100 shop points only.
There would come a day when he would choose a more appropriate gift for Old Peng but that was definitely not today.
'I got to a hundred million people to clothe and shelter before nightfall.'
'SIGH!' Clark shook his head and began thinking of possible solutions to this mess. He walked for a few steps and almost stumbled at his stupidity.
'Open my Influence Tab, Nancy.' Clark used his thoughts with the command.
"Affirmative, host." Nancy's voice was loud and clear as usual.
"DING!"
* * *
Influence:
Skeletons: 30,454
Corpse Resurrected: 2,372
Territories: Cresa, Nexus
* * *
'Didn't you say that my Skeletons mimic half of my power, Nancy?'
'Shouldn't i have them running around also with 2 billion stat points in power?' Clark had a fleeting question in mind.
If the answer to this query was somehow in the positive, wouldn't that mean that he could conquer this entire universe as his own playground?
'And i would not even lift a finger in the process! This is so broken af!' Our good gamer had the widest grin yet in his lifetime today.
"Negative, host. The Create Skeleton Skill can only copy the power stat of your current cultivation realm.
As you are now at level 39 with a base power of 9,388, your Skeletons shall also abide by these same numerical restrictions." Nancy answered promptly.
'Tsk. Tsk. And here i thought i hit the jackpot of all jackpots this time. Well, anyway...'
'I don't believe that with these powerful summons, I can't build my own version of Rome in just half a day!'
'And when the sun shines hotly in midday, that's when i leave the city!' Clark retained the stupid grin on his face as he called for his first follower in this world.
"Come, Lai Peng. I will let you see a much broader fantasy from now on!" Our good gamer resumed his walk and behind him, a rushed voice pursued closely.
"I'm right behind you, master!" Old Peng heeded his owner's call with a big smile on his wrinkled face.
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