Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

Our bored gamer slept alone as usual and ate none of the common mortal food whatsoever.

Having evolved into a Clone Harpy monster may have come as a blessing in disguise since there were only 20 Empire Crown left in his pockets. He would have to earn more money later on.

The night disappeared and was easily replaced by the eternal sun which never failed to rise on every morn.

When the clock pointed at 7, it was also at this time when our good gamer opened his eyes.

"DING!"

"DING!"

"DING!" The alarm in a cheap wrist watch rang true the same as the day before. With a soft tap, the device grew silent. Only to be replaced by an eager command from a young man's voice.

"Good morning, Nancy. I want to get my sign in rewards please." Clark ordered just like yesterday.

"Affirmative, host."

"DING!"

"Congratulations, host. You have received a box of rotten eggs!" Nancy gave the sign in rewards as expected.

But different from the last, this one seemed more mundane and insignificant in comparison.

"FUCK ME! Is this one of your innovative jokes once more, partner?!" Clark could not help but curse in the empty air around him.

He has fully expected for this new system to be unbiased that would only give him magical and op items so that he can step on his enemies' corpses as soon as possible but alas, reality failed him yet again.

His expectations were gone in the far winds. Never to be seen or heard of again. Still, our bored gamer tried to hold on hope. And so he waited.

"..." Unfortunately, the heavenly treasure clay brick did not give any reaction at all. It remained as cold as an old maiden's emotions.

"Do these eggs contain any kind of mystery or some sort of power i could use, Nancy?" Clark asked towards his handy system.

"The system is not certain, host." Nancy replied. She was unsure at this time.

"Well... there's only one way to find out then." Our bored gamer took a deep breath and withdrew one egg from inventory. He put it to his nose and smelled nothing foul whatsoever.

"Here goes nothing." Clark said as he opened his mouth and dropped the unknown egg, shell and all, into his mouth.

"CRACK!" The egg broke and it was at that time when our good gamer finally got an answer to his question. It was truly a rotten egg in the end. No more, no less.

"SIGH!"

"Why do you do this to me, partner?" Clark sighed and there was no sign of disgust to be found on his face. Only great disappointment.

One should know that our bored gamer had endured countless hells in the soul fragmentation process.

He could not determine how many times he experienced being eaten alive and was forced to eat something that was very unpalatable for any man, woman, or beast.

Thus, a rotten egg seemed like a rare treat towards our very own protagonist. It only made him remember his nightmares long past.

He did not cry nor shiver but instead felt immeasurable pride in how he overcame those myriad tribulations and torture.

"Good times." Our bored gamer sported a wicked grin at this time. A full minute later and it subsided into nothing. He recalled that he has got to be somewhere else today.

"Time for me to work." Clark whispered and summoned his True Copy clone. Same as the last, this needed another sacrifice from him.

"BANG!" A fat leg dropped to the floor and formed into a thin little man about 5 foot tall. This kind of body was needed so that the summon could move freely in this tight room.

With quick movements, the summon got another set of clothes in the small drawer nearby. It wore them in ease and immediately maneuvered itself towards the only exit in the room.

It was time to go.

"CREAK!" The door opened and the thin hand that held the knob turned fat in an instant. The body came out next and the change was amazingly fast.

Before long, our bored gamer's fat clone went out in all his huge glory. He wore another kind of uniform this time around.

Gone was the school wear of yesterday and it has now changed into a service crew attire. There was nothing more to be said as the clone inched its way out of this dark and lonely corridor.

* * *

"Good morning, boss! Are there already orders on queue?" Clark arrived at a nearby pizza house.

This was Caden's job on weekends and although it did not pay well but at least he got something out of his limited time. Something was after all better than nothing.

"Why are you limping out there, Caden? Did you hurt yourself?" The boss' eagle eyes noticed our good gamer's weird way of walking.

The boss may be old but he was sure to be as sharp as ever!

It was obvious that Clark still needed to act the part of being wounded even if no one was around to spy on him.

Since he can never really know, our good gamer continued to be much too cautious whenever he went out from his apartment.

Our good gamer did not want to fail the restrictions given by his partner clay brick.

"It's only a minor accident, boss. I can still drive safely I promise!" Clark grinned and projected a confident stance in front of his boss.

The boss was an old man at the ripe age of 70 but he was still working because he has a passion for his job and business.

"Your promise is not enough, Caden. Come back once your body is fully healed. Not a second prior!" The boss shook his head and replied with these firm words.

"But boss... I could st..." Our bored gamer tried to convince the old man.

"You heard me, Caden. Go home and rest." Alas, the boss remained stalwart in his decision.

He was already very generous in giving this fat boy a job here when almost everybody else rejected Caden in the past.

But he would not risk the health and life of Caden simply because of the promise of profits. To this, even Clark could respect this old boss.

"Okay, boss." Our avid gamer nodded and then turned around to go back whence he came.

There would be delay in the deliveries since it was clear that many patrons were already calling in the phone lines.

Weekends were a hot busy day for this pizza house and the boss would have wished to get all hands he could bring. Still, Clark knew that this old boss was a man of principles.

'Hmmm... This would be better for me i guess.'

'I don't need to waste my time in here and I could instead move to infiltrate deeper into the hidden powers at play in this world.'

Our bored gamer was happy inside but this feeling did not last for very long.

"I heard that you are out of work. So I'm here to offer you one." A familiar sweet voice called towards our very own protagonist.

'FUCK ME! Not her again!' Clark could only utter a complaint in the deepest recesses of his soul.