Bored Gamer In Other Worlds Chapter 316
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"Senior, please spare Lin Ping's life!" Fan Hu pleaded for his fallen ally when he saw our bored gamer picked up the static sword on the ground.
He had seen how this nameless old man had easily disposed of his friend. One should know that Lin Ping was one of the most gifted guards in the town.
He was strong and has a talent in the sword. This was probably the reason why he could get away scot-free from his several misdeeds in Shimmerwood.
Lin Ping was also wise enough to not prey on the powerful families in the town which basically gave him wanton rein on their poor counterpart.
Alas, the helpless became even more unfortunate in the grand scheme of things.
"Fan Hu, was it?" Clark asked as he was amused by the guts of this old guard.
"Yes. That is my name, Senior!" Fan Hu bowed and hoped that his appeal would be heard by this nameless expert before him.
"You may go, Fan Hu. As for your young friend, allow me to give him the chance for an early reincarnation."
Our bored gamer smiled and with a single flick of the sword, one head was separated in full from its body.
"Remember to be good in your next life, Lin Ping." These were Clark's final words to the dead before he left the stricken old man behind him.
Fan Hu was lucky since he was only a thief and nothing more. Thus, the green tag that hovered clearly overhead has saved him well indeed in his very short meeting with our good gamer.
"Time for me to earn some erotic points." Our bored gamer was excited to get this game on the road. His first destination was of course the market place.
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This was probably the busiest place in the town and thus, it was also the best area for him to grind points for his new system.
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Almost all people were wary of a dirty old man in the streets but when they saw the familiar sword that was hanging on his waist, everyone grew even more agitated by this item.
One should know that only town guards and private soldiers of the prestigious families in the town could openly carry weapons of death here.
They all looked at our bored gamer like someone who was eagerly seeking for death at this time. Alas, these weird gazes were all ignored by Clark.
He was here to do business and that was exactly what he did.
"Hey lady! You lady!" Our good gamer shouted towards a woman and winked outrageously for effect.
"DING! Congratulations, host! You acquired 1 erotic point!" Nancy announced in a happy tone.
'Only 1 point, huh? Well at least this is better than nothing.' Clark mused inside and tried calling the attention of another girl. This one was a hot one at age 18 and nothing more.
She was as pretty as a flower and the sweet cover of innocence still lingered at her face.
"You look lovely in this fine morning, girl!" Our good gamer shouted which earned him the shocked gaze of that beautiful young woman.
"DING! Congratulations, host! You acquired 3 erotic points!" Nancy announced once more.
'SIGH!'
'It seems like i need to target sexy ripe women in order to have greater erotic points acquisition.' Our avid gamer sighed with this realization.
After that, there was nothing more to do but continue on the grind.
"Hey, you! My name is Clark Colter. Do you want to go out sometime?"
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"DING! Congratulations, host! You acquired 3 erotic points!"
"DING! Congratulations, host! You acquired 3 erotic points!"
"DING! Congratulations, host! You acquired 3 erotic points!"
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The endless notifications rang one after another. It could be seen from this series of beeps on how diligent our bored gamer was in his quest.
Alas, it was good to know that Clark was also not one directional in his approach. He tried other things of course. Our bored gamer was truly one of the greatest innovators of his time.
In this case, he approached a charming lady and told her something at point blank.
"Woman, i love your tits!"
"PAK!" And Clark got a hard slap for his efforts.
"DING! Congratulations, host! You acquired 50 erotic points!" Nancy reported in that sweet voice of hers.
'Fifty fucking erotic points!'
'Damn! This system is really forcing me to be more shameless in my ways!' Our bored gamer could not help but grin widely at this revelation.
He touched his stinging cheek but was all the more crazy to continue this weird fetish.
"Miss, can I touch your bu..." Clark did not even have to finish his words before he got slapped again by another woman in the market.
"DING! Congratulations, host! You acquired 50 erotic points!" Nancy said after a breath. Our bored gamer earned erotic points for one hour straight without any interruptions at all.
Alas, all good things must end and in this case, it came in the guise of a flying arrow.
"WHOSSSHHHH!" The deadly projectile arrived right on time. If our bored gamer has not moved at all then his head would have exploded in blood and brain matter.
Luckily enough, Clark did not live to be so old to remain stupid in this life.
Even if he was only a mere mortal at this time with no super powers and earth shaking mystical and martial techniques but that mattered little for him.
Clark had his rich experience to support him even with no cheats at all.
"SLASH!" A quick sword draw sliced the arrow in two and in but mere moments, our bored gamer was already running towards the direction of his assailant.
"WHOOSH!" A second arrow flew again and its fate followed its predecessor. With complete mastery over his faculties and extremities, Clark was an absolute demon to reckon with.
He leaped unto the hiding place of the Archer and with great alacrity, ended another life for the day.
"I just got here but it seems like I am destined to kill a legion of people in my arrival." Clark muttered under his breath when he saw almost 3 dozen guards that surrounded him in full.
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