Bored Gamer In Other Worlds Chapter 520
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Our bored gamer was akin to a death god amidst hopeless souls. He came, he killed, and he harvested the poor lives of this unlimited foe.
The big orcs would spend one last cry before they would be toppled to their deaths in no time. It did not take long for Clark to reach the next checkpoint for his level up.
"DING!"
* * *
Host: Clark Colter
Cultivation: Two
Techniques: Orc Physique (Level 2)
Download Points: 100
Inventory
* * *
The next thing to do at this time was absolutely a no brainer for our very own protagonist.
'Kindly get me to the next level, Nancy.' Clark requested towards his system cheat.
"Affirmative, host." Nancy replied.
"DING!"
- 100 Download Points
* * *
Host: Clark Colter
Cultivation: Three
Techniques: Orc Physique (Level 3)
Download Points: 0
Inventory
* * *
"Congratulations on reaching level 3, host!" Nancy said in a happy voice while our good gamer was doing something else entirely. He raised his palms and turned it into a fist.
There was terrible power packed within these two hands.
"THUD!" His body visibly shrunk deeper into the bloody desecrated lands which denoted his apparent increase of weight also.
"ROARRRRRRRRRR!" An unlucky slave orc came at this time and disturbed the peaceful thoughts of our very own protagonist.
The big green thing did a downward two handed slash with his metal axe in tow but alas, the next thing that happened was quite lamentable for this sad cannon fodder.
"DING!" The sharp edges of the axe were stopped by one hand and it did not even draw blood in the process.
The orc tried to pull its weapon out from the tight grip of our bored gamer but to no avail.
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"Your kind is already too weak for me." Clark uttered to the slave orc and then threw a bare handed punch in the next breath.
With his 6 foot 7 inches height against the 7 footer orc kin, this much was already pretty easy to do for our avid gamer. With a gentle forward leap, Clark completed the task thereafter.
"PUCHI!" The slave orc's head exploded into a gory blood mist.
"DING!"
"You acquired 1 download point, host." Nancy notified in a cheerful voice.
"It seems like I need to change my weapon of choice at this time." Clark whispered as he gazed at the orcish axe on his hands.
He had discarded the tall sword he used beforehand and studied the axe with keen precision.
Although there were already myriad orcish spears lying around on the hands of the cold dead but our bored gamer did not pick up his most favorite weapon type yet.
Although his speed increased with his Orc Physique but not by much. A spear generally became super deadly in the hands of its agile owner.
Alas, Clark was not that satisfied with his current speed yet. Orcs were generally strong type builds and so our wise gamer chose to follow on this race's most usual weapon of choice.
"This will have to do for now I guess."
"Hmmm... Or maybe not." Clark grinned and charged into battle once more. He jumped 20 meters into the air and when he landed, he was already amongst his unwilling game.
A huge pit was created that took 2 slave orcs into an early burial.
"BOOM!" A terrible monster in human skin rose from the impromptu grave and at this time, he was already wielding dual axes on his hands.
"Your souls are mine." Our bored gamer muttered and immediately resumed his battle frenzy.
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Although he did not major in axe usage but a True Immortal like him who had been alive for countless of eons was quite familiar with the common axe play in the mortal realms.
And so in less than a minute into his slaughter, Clark has already harvested one hundred slave orc lives under his belt.
When a full minute elapsed, he got an additional forty six lives to the count. Our bored gamer was a deadly berserker in the battlefield. And this was only the beginning.
Clark could have of course copied the abilities of others at this time but since there were only low level players in the field, there was no point in gaining techniques on its level 1 states.
He would have to spend more download points in upgrading them again which was counterproductive to what he wanted to do in the first place.
Thus, Clark focused on his one and only technique at this time which was his Orc Physique.
"RAHHHHHHHHH!"
"RAHHHHHHHHH!"
"RAHHHHHHHHH!" The slave orcs did not know fear of death or pain. It was clear that they were muddled by some kind of magic or a sadistic upbringing in this war.
They rushed towards our bored gamer and unto their final breath in this world. This stupid slash courageous behavior by the orcs did not arouse the curiosity of our good gamer.
To have these dumb enemies was a gift after all. What he was more interested about was the stronger orc kin in splendid silver armors.
They were a whole lot more powerful than these mere slave orcs. Much bigger and wiser in addition. These ones seemed to be coherent and were the obvious leaders of this ground campaign.
'Do I get more download points if I kill those silver armored orcs, Nancy?' Our bored gamer could not help but ask at this time.
His body never stopped its motion as it continued to slaughter anyone on its path.
There were times when he could help a human that was about to become meat paste by these orcs but such did not matter when thousands of mortals were dying with every passing second.
"Affirmative, host. They are level 2 creatures and you would get 10 download points if you kill 1 of them." Nancy supplied with the information.
'I see. Any idea why the top dogs in this white city remain hiding behind their walls?' Clark asked once more.
If they could summon a whole world in here then the ones who created that kind of spell would most probably have unimaginable powers in their hands also.
There must be a compelling reason why they have made a turtle defense instead.
"Since the war started a month ago, there have been 5 High Magus who tried to stop this orc horde from advancing. Only 1 of them survived, host." Nancy replied in a solemn voice.
'Ahhh... Then this city is doomed.' Our bored gamer concluded without missing a step in his axe play.
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