Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

Ninard City. This was a big city in one of the richest countries in the world. And in every prosperous place, there were also many opportunities for innovative villains to thrive.

Don Juan Mercado was one of those wise souls. He was a middle aged man with millions of dirty money in his possession.

Though he laundered a majority of them somewhere else but it was really hard to clean them all at the same time, especially with the rich business of drug trade in this city.

It was just sad that of all the myriad crooks in Ninard City, Don Juan Mercado was the one who won this bad luck early in the morning.

"BANG!" The middle aged man was woken up by a not so gentle slap to his face. He rolled over the bodies of his women and was plastered on the walls like a specimen for dissection.

"..." Don Juan would have shouted if he could but realized that his jaw had frozen in place. Nevertheless, he could still taste the obvious metallic taste on his mouth.

This honored don was hurt and bleeding. This crooked boss wanted to rage out but then he was stunned when he noticed his offender nearby. A man stood there in magical robes made of fire.

The same fiery element also covered his face. This was a big man who was 6 foot tall of pure muscle. Don Juan trembled in trepidation.

He tried to recall where he offended such a mighty man and could not find anything in his memory at all.

"I hear that you are rich and famous in this city." The big man asked. This was of course none other else than our very own protagonist.

He could work hard for money or he could steal it from the creative criminals around him. It was easy to tell that Clark chose the latter option.

"I am a good and an upstanding citizen of this great nation!"

"Please you must have mistaken me for somebody else, Sir!" Don Juan realized that he was allowed to speak again and so delivered his words in great volume.

He wanted to wake his women up from their slumber. Alas, their endless snoring continued.

"PAK!" Another slap followed and Don Juan lost all his teeth in the process. Tears fell down his middle aged face and the shout of pain lay frozen in his throat.

"Lie to me again and I will have your life."

"You're not the only bad grass in this city after all." Clark warned.

"..." In response, Don Juan could only nod over and over again so that he could deliver that he understood our good gamer's words.

He did not want to have a premature death when everything in his life was already this perfect.

Although there were questions in his mind on the origins of this magical yet wicked man but Don Juan Mercado ignored them at this time. His only wish was to live through this tribulation.

"Let's start again. I hear that you are rich and famous in this city." Our bored gamer said.

"Yesh!" Don Juan replied differently at this time. He did not want to provide his violent visitor any more reasons to torture him.

"Very well. I'm here to ask about some donation for a weary traveler's cause."

"Can you perhaps lend a bit of your kindness towards this kind of purpose?" Our bored gamer revealed his intent on a few subtle words.

"H-how much do you want?" Don Juan asked directly. He was not a dumb man to begin with. Far from that in fact.

One did not get to be a drug lord and thrive amongst the steep competition of the job without having the smarts to be one.

"You tell me. How much do you value your life?" Clark asked and shrugged to await Don Juan Mercado's answer. It did not take him long to get what he wanted.

* * *

"That was convenient." Our good gamer smiled as he whistled away from the scene.

He got himself 580 million diamond blyders on hand and this was all the funds that Don Juan has inside his house.

There was of course more in his secret bank accounts but Clark did not have the time to idle. Thus, he could only accept these readily available goods nearby.

As for the don, he got his wish and got to live another day. Our avid gamer was too lazy to kill such a man.

If he did that, more would only become drug lords to replace him since there was a constant demand for such a spot.

And besides, Clark has already stolen money from the man. This was more than enough to provide his food expenses for a long long time.

"Hmmmm... I should get myself a house." Clark decided and went on to shop for a new home in Ninard City.

* * *

Somewhere in the world, a beautiful woman was seen enjoying herself in an exclusive beach resort.

She had only gotten away from an ugly divorce and she could say that she did well for herself.

Most of her husband's assets were liquidated and she got virtually everything from the poor guy.

The latter did not even contest her claim since he was too broken, drunk, or foolish to still have fantasies of saving the marriage.

This woman was of course Albert Hayes' wife named Julia Smith.

"I can still remember yesterday."

"When love meant something more than just a play."

"But time proved heartless for us today."

"I see a memory and love astray."

"And yet the crazy part of me still says..."

"I wish you were mine again."

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Julia held her phone as she listened to the song. Her eyes were plastered on the man in the video. In the end, she could not help but ask herself a simple question.

"Who the hell is this man?" Julia Smith said since she knew that her ex husband did not have any musical talent at all. At least that was what she knew of him.

To this, her rational brain could only conjure explanations for this.

"It seemed like I did not know you that well after all. Albert."