Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

The next thing that happened was of course very much expected.

"Hey, give me some of that!"

"No! It's all mine!"

"Hand that thing over!"

"Give me back my knife!" It was a circus but that was all it was. No matter how anyone hoarded the knives, the single box still remained full and brimming with them.

More than that, the mysterious storage did not even budge from the place. The people then returned to where they came from after some time.

Everyone of them felt like gods in their own right but nobody left the scene in order to escape with the amazing treasures on their hands. At least not for the moment.

"Since there are only hundreds of jobs right now and there are thousands of you, i need volunteers.

I hope you know that whatever my master Yun Che gives easily, he can also freely take away from you." Lang Jian admonished unto the excited faces of the masses.

She did not know if her words had credence in them but she trusted that our bored gamer was smart enough to provide some effective countermeasures against such a possibility.

"We understand, Miss Lang Jian." The members of the Money Hoarding Gang nodded and a few of the brave ones led the line in order to get their respective assignments.

With this magical knife on their hands, they felt like they could do anything and even finish the most impossible of quests in this world. Luckily enough, they were not wrong in this thinking.

A massacre then ensued when they got the name and the information of their targets.

"NOOOOOOOO! Who are you? There is no grudges between you and i!" A man roared in outrage as he was waken up rudely by an intruder who came directly from the roof of his room.

The man tried to move but alas, he could not even lift his fingers in the process much less use the full capacity of his cultivation base.

He was lucky that he could still move his lips in the final moments of his life.

"Someone has paid for your life."

"This is nothing personal."

"Only business. Farewell." A member of the Money Hoarding Gang did her task and ended it with an explosion of flesh.

The human bomb looked evil and suffocating but she felt no remorse whatsoever for what she had done.

With a thought and a wave of an ordinary looking knife, she flew away from the scene and traversed the skies as if it was solely her domain to conquer.

"MERCY!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"I will give you a million spirit stones to spare my life!"

Similar scenarios of death visited the city of Redmont and the majority adhered to the quest that they had been given but the same thing could not be said unto every member of the Money Hoarding Gang.

"Shhhhh... Lower your voice and give me 2 million spirit stones instead."

"Do that and you can scram. Leave Redmont City and never return."

A wise member of the gang tried to make a lucrative business on his own and he received a handsome reward for his troubles.

"What the..." This wise member was alarmed when he felt the knife on his hands escape from his grasp. The knife flew and did a horizontal slash.

A shocked head then toppled from its shoulders as it could not even finish its words in consequence.

These was the fate of those vile betrayers but some were even a whole lot more subtle in their actions.

These smarter ones just quietly left the city of Redmont and their laughter and glee could be heard in abundance as they soared the heights of the skies that they could only previously dream about in their wildest fantasies.

One of these smarter ones arrived in the nearby city of Frans and he was not the least bit subtle in his approach at all.

"BOOM!" A human sized crater was centered on a man's arrival and this sensational entrance had woken up the masters in Frans.

"WHOOSH!"

"WHOOSH!"

"WHOOSH!"

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Tens of masters came out in order to check the disturbance that had rippled in all directions on the city of Frans.

When the dust settled, a man in shabby clothing was seen and he was holding a crude knife on his hand.

"Welcome to the city of Frans, Fellow Daoist."

"My name is Su Jun and i am the City Lord of Frans." An old man with bowed back said unto the former member of the Money Hoarding Gang.

This old man could sense the continuous ebb of power that surrounded this mysterious newcomer. He could not even measure it at all.

It was clear that this person was someone that he could not even face in his prime. The old man trembled in trepidation but he hid it well enough.

"It's good that all of you have arrived. This would save me much time." The man in shabby clothing grinned.

He then added some of the most outrageous words that fell upon the ears of his audience.

"Bow before your new lord." The man in shabby clothing said with confidence and calm.

"This..." The old city lord muttered as his greatest fears came before him. He stood there bowed and panicking in silence.

It would have been an easy choice indeed to kneel upon someone stronger than him and he would absolutely done that indeed if not for the change that came in the next few breaths.

"Hmmmm..." The old city lord mused when he felt the drastic drop of unnatural compulsion in the field. It was as if...

The old man paused his thought right here and decided to gamble based on his instincts alone.

"If the Senior wants that then this old man would first wish to exchange pointers with the Senior.

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and this old man would not like to miss it for anything else in the world. Please excuse this junior's boldness."

The old man bowed a customary obeisance and directly went into action. His figure blurred and then it completely disappeared from his spot.

"If you seek death that much then let me send you on to the next life, old man."

The ex member of the Money Hoarding Gang who left with our bored gamer's prized treasure knife spoke harshly and readied himself to slap the old city lord into a paste of meat and blood.

He held the knife and willed to borrow its power once more. Alas, the brilliance of the past never reappeared at this time.

"Oh, shit!" These were the last words of the man in shabby clothing before he died an ugly death thereafter.

"PUCHI!" A shower of blood graced the place.