Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"Get. Out." Clark growled the words down as he really did not want to do anything inside this bedroom with a dangerous yet innocent predator at his back.

He knew for a fact that Lin Che could single-handedly end his poor existence and thus, it was pretty stupid to lower his guard down with this Primal Warden around him.

"Why should i? If you want me to go out then you will have to do that yourself."

Lin Che smiled and continued on standing there as if nothing in the world mattered to her but the current state of business of our bored gamer alone.

Clark would have no doubt berated the hard headed goddess but then he felt the gentle touch of Wan Fei on his arm.

"What's the harm in doing what she says, Clark? We should at least oblige your friend's request, yes?" The Queen of Haran had a mischievous smile on her face right now.

At once glance, our good gamer also realized what Wan Fei wanted to do. Alas, he knew better than to relax his defenses with an old executioner like Lin Che.

Not that the thought has not excited him one bit. It did very much indeed and his arousal could not have been more pronounced at the moment.

Unfortunately once again, our avid gamer did not want to lose his head in the process simply because the greedy monster between his legs could not help but drill once more into Wan Fei's tight depths.

"We have time on our side, Wan Fei. Let's wait for some other chances. Goodnight." Clark said and kissed the forehead of the beautiful woman beside him.

After that, he was gone upon the next beat that followed. A moment later and the Primal Warden also vanished like the silent winds of the night.

"Just who are you, Lin Che?" Wan Fei asked in her lonesome. She knew that this mysterious new woman could not have been that simple.

Lin Che could even talk back to Clark easily which denoted enough that she had the strong capital in doing what she just did earlier.

"Perhaps Lin Che belongs to an influential clan. Hmmm..." Wan Fei took a long long while in guessing the origin of Lin Che before she finally retired for the eve.

* * *

"Don't tell me that you're going to stay all night long and watch me sleep until the break of dawn?"

Clark asked and the voice of annoyance could not have been more apparent in his words. Still, Lin Che ignored it all the same.

"You do what you need to do and i will also do the same, Foul Creature."

The Primal Warden stood in all her glorious beauty and has not even cared one bit about the feelings of our bored gamer.

She was used to sacrificing herself for the greater good of everyone and was totally dedicated to uphold the purpose of why she was created by the Elder God in the first place.

'I am the Eternal Soldier. Sleepless and restless in my cause!' Lin Che recalled the mantra of the Primal Wardens and this was more than enough to sustain her beliefs in what she stood for.

Justice!

"Suit yourself then." Our bored gamer sighed and laid down on his bed without giving Lin Che any more of his mind.

He realized that this was a drastic truth that he needed to adapt quickly or else it would endlessly torment him with every beat of the clock.

Clark closed his eyes but his divine sense never wavered one bit on its focus towards his unwanted personal guard for the evening.

'More like an irritating jail guard. Tsk. Tsk. She has really done right to being one of the Primal Wardens.' Our good gamer could not help but jest about his situation.

It was his way of looking at the positive side of things even at the dire condition that he found himself right now.

'But i won't let you succeed for long, Lin Che. This I promise you!'

Clark vowed and immediately roamed a tiny part of his attention in some place else other than this suffocating small room that he currently shared with his gorgeous watchdog.

Since complaining would not have given him any good results at all, Clark has instead taken the initiative to learn more about his enemies.

* * *

In a land marked with only death and destruction, where only the dead stood supreme above all else, our bored gamer found himself looking at a 10 foot man in flashy cultivators robes.

This god was perhaps the only handsome picture amidst the ocean of ugly creatures around him.

Even the eyes that Clark used as his medium tonight was only composed of nothing but bones and rotting flesh.

Although it would have been better to take this interview in better circumstances where his system Nancy could not hear and see the result of this meeting but our sorry protagonist also had no choice in the matter.

'I doubt that i could keep a secret with Nancy fully connected to my soul at the moment.

And even if that were not the case also, that nosy Elder God would definitely know everything about me. Perhaps even before I could even dream about taking the first steps of my plans.'

Clark pondered and understood that he was always fighting a losing game right from the start.

"But what else is there for me to do but try. At least, I should do that much for my family back on Earth."

An undead skeleton king muttered and the majesty of his throne paled as this soulless creation painted a forlorn masterpiece for everyone to see.

"Come." Clark said and the sound that came out would have invited nightmares for all them innocent children of old. Luckily today, no children were around them. Only blood and gore.

"You have called, master?" The handsome god asked in a subservient tone. This was of course none other than the evil god that our good gamer has slain in the past.

Gone was the arrogant stance that this unknown god used to wear and it was aptly replaced to a docile and meek nature in contrast. Far beyond the real character of this True God.

"Tell me your name." Clark asked after a time.

The avatar he used, The Skeleton King amongst his summons, continued to sit there and an almost infinite columns of dead surrounded them in silence.

"This little one is called Mo Yang, master. How may i serve you?" The resurrected god named Mo Yang replied as he bowed to his new liege in a perfect arcing motion.

He was graceful and exact. Just from this act alone, one could tell that this god has practiced and done this very same movement for countless of times in the past.

And truth be told, Mo Yang was indeed a descendant from a long line of royalty.

"You only need to answer my questions and that would be service enough for me, Mo Yang." Clark said.

"You can ask me anything, master. This humble slave will do its best to fulfill its duties." Mo Yang pledged and did another perfect obeisance towards our bored gamer.

"Very well. Tell me everything you know about Elder Gods, Mo Yang." Clark finally uttered what he came here to ask.

"Yes, master! But I would have to apologize at once because I know of only a little information that concerns about them."

Mo Yang bowed low and has only raised his head when Clark nodded in understanding.

"Thank you, master! About Elder Gods... They are the Supreme Ruler above us gods and goddesses. As far as i know, there are only three of them.

The One who demands the ultimate perfection in all things, The Elder God of Order.

The next One is a Paragon that desires havoc and anarchy in a world that's devoid of any meaning or form. A dominant Patron of emptiness, The Elder God of Chaos."

Mo Yang paused here as if he was contemplating on what he would say next. He visibly trembled and this was purely on reflex.

Even death has not been able to negate his true feelings upon this very particular and delicate topic.

"Go on. Tell me about the third and final Elder God. Who is he?" Our bored gamer asked in the stillness the ensued.

Although he had a bad hunch about what would come next but it was a given that he had to follow through his quest. He was already at the point of no return.

Clark needed to know at least this much about that fucking Elder God who loves to dwell in the shadows.

"Of course, master. The last Elder God is perhaps the most popular One amongst the Three Divines.

While nothing can be known about the Elder Gods of Order and Chaos as even their images and sculptures are not to be found on the Temples and Shrines.

But the last one is open to the eyes of every god and mortal in the Divine Realm. He even had a clan and a strong lineage that reigns supreme in all parts of our world."

Mo Yang paused one more time and the vision of the past slaughters done in the name of this last Elder God had culled countless of his brethren brothers and sisters.

Although Mo Yang lacked a True Soul at the moment but that was still no excuse for him to forget the untold deaths and crusades that have come about in the name of that mighty Elder God.

"Tell me his name." Clark prodded gently. Mo Yang looked up as if lost inside his memories.

If our bored gamer did not know any better, he would have sworn that his undead seemed pretty much alive and conscious at the moment. And not a mere undead soldier in his hands.

"That One is called the Elder God of Changes, master." Mo Yang finally whispered the name out.

"PUTCHI!" Clark murmured and was surprised to see that nothing happened to Mo Yang.

He had anticipated for this undead god to explode before he could even utter the last Elder God which would give him a good idea on who was the culprit behind everything that has taken place unto him in this xianxia world.

But it was infuriating and pretty much disappointing also that his expectations failed yet again.

"It seems that you are really very elusive as always." Clark said as he looked towards the dark skies overhead. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of olden eyes also gazed at him from afar.