Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

A paper that denoted this recruitment was posted in every nook and cranny of Redmont City.

Our bored gamer could have used the official routes of the city in order to make this summons but that would be awkward since the nominal ruler in the place remained in the shaky reins of the Fang Clan.

This was the reason why Clark decided to be flashy instead.

"Ten damned spirit stones for a fucking guard job?! Sign me up quickly!"

"Hey, fuck face! There's a line behind you! Go back or i'm gonna make you!"

"Hehehe. It seems like a loud party in here. I wonder what the Senior Yun had in mind."

"Are they trying to attack the Fang Clan and this is why they are recruiting this much people?"

"I doubt that that's the case. These people are all peons and untrained slaves."

"They would die before they could even take one step towards the gates of the Fang domains." Talks amongst high leveled cultivators and rootless mortal men abounded for days.

Nevertheless, our avid gamer never offered them the real reason why he was doing this in the first place.

Truth be told, Clark was merely doing this proactive drive in order to while the days away in activity rather than do his usual routine of sleep, eat, then sleep again.

But this did not stop those that were closest to him to ask his true motives.

"Are you going to free your brethren that had become slaves in the past, master?" One of the four girls finally got the courage to ask.

After she had change loyalties, this one had done her research about the fallen Yun Clan demons in the past.

It was not hard for her to find out about what had really transpired in that year.

Perhaps the recently decimated Fang forces had made many old cultivators to loosen up their tongues and refresh their memories about that tragic purging.

The Yun men became slaves while the Yun women were purchased as toys of pleasure in the hands of the highest bidder. The fate of the weak and defeated was truly sad to say the least.

"What made you think so, Lang Jian?" Our bored gamer asked in return.

"They are your family, master." One of the four girls named Lang Jian replied after a brief pause.

"I see. Hmmm..." Clark rubbed his chin and provided no real answer to the question. In truth, he really had no plan to save the remaining blood of the Yun.

After almost one hundred years in captivity, only the strong cultivators would have remained because of their natural longevity and the damage that had been done to them during this horrendous time may have been a permanent one already.

Most of them would have been scarred for life in body and soul. Thus, Clark could only let them carry their burdens on their own.

But our avid gamer has totally neglected the reactions of all parties around him. In his silence, almost everyone dreaded the unknown.

"Release the Yun prisoners at once! We do not want to invite the wrath of Senior Yun Che! Let their children go also." A Patriarch decreed to his clan.

This person was the temporary leader of the Fang Clan. The family elders behind him trusted him to mend bridges between the broken relations of the Fang and the Yun clans.

Revenge was certainly unrealistic for now. He had to think of the big picture ahead of him.

"But Father! I cannot live without my wife, sons, and daughters!" One argued loudly.

"You have dozens of wives, sons, and daughters left still. We do not touch any of the Yun influence from now on. See it done today."

This particular Patriarch replied in a hard voice as he thought about the well being of his clan by doing this. Only a fool would cross our bored gamer at this time.

The captured women and brides were returned alongside their children brought about from bondage over the years.

"Fucking holy sword saint! Isn't that Goddess Yun Yu?! The number 1 beauty of the Yun Clan more the 70 years ago?! She has not aged a day! Still as lovely as ever!"

An accomplished cultivator in the scene could not help but exclaim after seeing an exodus that comprised of hundred of people.

"Look at the people beside her. Are those her kids and grandchildren? DAMN!"

"Oh... shattering balls! That's One Hand Yun Ren! He's still alive after all these years!"

"That red head is..." Many were surprised to see these popular figures from a time long past.

Only these cultivators could remember them because of their extended life span in comparison to their mortal cousins.

"Release every Yun slave we had purchased from the Fang clan before! Do it now!" A wise Patriarch mirrored the actions of the Fang.

They would not provide any reason for the Yun clan to attack them. This was the only plausible explanation why our bored gamer would push this kind of mass recruitment at this time.

Sadly for them, they were just being too smart about this whole affair and nobody could fault them for that. Thus, another parade happened.

This time around it came from all parts of the city. Thousands of the enslaved Yun family were released and before long, this horde came unto the abode of our very own protagonist.

"I wish to see Master Yun Che." A delicate voice that was full of charm requested gently. It appeared that she was the temporary leader in the group of Yun clan refugees.

This woman was of course none other than Yun Yu. She was one of the strongest surviving members of the Yun Clan and many trusted her judgment and will.

"I apologize but my master said that he will see you all tomorrow morning."

"He instructed me to send you to your respective courtyards for now." One of the four girls named Hao Tai.

"I understand. Kindly deliver our heartfelt thanks to your master for us. He is the reason why we got our freedom back."

Yun Yu bowed deeply and a majority of the thousands in attendance followed her actions. Some were even trembling while other visibly crying in place.

One can only imagine the horrors that they had went through over the years.