Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

It only took less than 3 minutes for our bored gamer to reach to top of this world. A supreme being that could demolish the lands and seas with a mere flick of his fingers.

From zero to hero merely lasted this short span of time. Any other soul would have jumped in joy and glee but alas, there was no excitement to be seen in Clark's face.

"Show me my character sheet, Nancy." Our bored gamer said.

"Affirmative, host." And the system Nancy replied.

"DING!"

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Name: Clark Colter

Cultivation: God of Heaven

Inventory

Hint: The user can get stronger with every step he takes.

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"Just another grind in this long tiresome game." Our good gamer commented dryly.

With the cheat in his hands, he just strolled here and there in order to net him the pinnacle of strength in this world. A practice like this was simply unheard of!

"Hmmm... Shall i start then?" He said after a breath. Clark then raised his hand and conjured something out of nothing.

"DING!" Multiple shadows converged until it has taken the shape of a horned demon.

The being was ten feet tall and the inky muscles that covered his form spoke volumes about the violence that it could unleash on its foes.

There was no doubt that this shadowy summon could stand supreme above trillions of people in this world.

"It's just sad that this thing could not think for itself. Saying that it has a peanut sized brain would have been too generous indeed." Our bored gamer sighed in disappointment.

He could of course instill a portion of his consciousness into this construct of darkness but Clark was too lazy to mind such trivial things of conquering an inch of space on this cultivation world.

He had seen this picture countless times already and so he could not stomach to experience it again one more time.

"Go and find the strongest influence in this world. Further instructions shall follow." Clark said towards the dumb creation he made.

"BANG!" The shadow demon knelt and then disappeared in one quick motion. Our avid gamer was of course not dumb to let his summon have free rein in its actions.

"Let the demon only kill those people with red tags above their heads, Nancy."

"And be sure to leave the leader alive. I would want to have a capable minion later on." Clark instructed his very capable system cheat instead.

Although Nancy was limited in her powers but she could always assist him in a simple guidance quest such as this one.

"Affirmative, host." Nancy replied.

"Very well then. It's time for me to leave this hell hole for good." Our bored gamer said as he looked at the hot dreary place one last time.

Although he was not the real Yun Che but he saw everything that happened to the poor luckless man.

But that did not mean that Clark would exact revenge unto those that enslaved the Yun Clan. Tragedies like these were happening every time.

This was nothing new to an extremely old soul like our very own protagonist. In the end, Clark could only wish for Yun Che to have a better roll of the dice in the next life that he would get.

"DING!" Our good gamer vanished from where he stood.

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The morning came and the natural flow of the mine continued unimpeded. It was not until in the afternoon when a commotion finally arrived in the vicinity.

"Where the fuck is the old man?!" An angry voice resounded in volume. It was the administrator of this place named Bo Yong.

Although Yun Che was only a dying old man before but he knew from experience that incidents like this would likely bite him in the ass someday.

It would only take one mistake from slave managers like him and then it would be their turn to toil in the mine themselves. Thus, Bo Yong could simply not allow for this mishap to linger.

"Find that fucking old man for me! NOW!" The slave manager Bo Yong roared once more. Alas, the day bore no fruits for him and his men.

"What shall we do now, boss? Shall we report this matter to the Fang Clan?" A henchman asked in a fearful whisper. This man was a slave himself before and sucked his way up into the ladder.

Now he enjoyed the benefit of being one of the lapdogs of Bo Yong.

"That old man is dead. Are we clear?" Bo Yong said after a while. If he would admit his mistake to his masters then that would mean that he would also lose his head in the process.

It was better to hide this blunder for as long as he can.

"We understand, boss!" The men around Bo Yong got his point quite easily. They knew how the Fang Clan worked and mercy was practically nonexistent in their book of words.

"Dig a grave and throw some animal bones inside." Bo Yong added. He did not know where that old man was but he would at least keep appearances in order to hide today's disaster.

"Will do, boss!" The gang around the slave master Bo Yong nodded and went off to do what they were ordered.

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Redmont City.

"Ahhhh... A familiar yet unfamiliar place at the same time." Clark said in the open. This was the city where the Yun Clan had once stood tall amongst the masses.

Alas, less than a century later and only a select breed of men and sinners could remember the Yun Clan in all its past glory. But this meant nothing towards our bored gamer.

He freely sauntered forth in his rugged and stinky clothing as if it were the best garments of kings and emperors alike.

It did not take him long to find a good place to park his mighty ass in all its idleness.

"Give me the best food and liquor in the house." Our bored gamer ordered the moment he found an empty table in sight. Unfortunately for him, only a deafening silence answered his bidding.