Bored Gamer in Other Worlds



Alas, he just did not expect to be spending this much money for 1 child alone.

"You better let go of your pride, Jack. Our son needs us and we can't m…" Alana countered and so the couple argued for quite some time.

* * *

'Hmmm… I need to find me a solution about my family's financial freedom.' The old soul in a child's body considered.

Although there was no necessity for him to read and acquire knowledge through books anymore since he could just easily scan the world with his divine sense and know everything there was, there is, and there will be but there was no fun at all in taking that route.

"What to do?" It did not take him long discover a neat trick.

"Oh… that should work well for me." He smiled and waited for when to properly implement his plans.

* * *

"Fuck this life! I never thought that I'd work more today than when I was in the mercenary!" Jack could not help but complain while talking the same familiar path back home.

There were many people who knew him in the village and they called for his attention but alas, every single one of them was ignored. Jack was lost in the desolate feelings he experienced.

One should know that he had been up at 7 in the morning and back home again at 7 at night. Dead tired and sore because of overwork and fatigue.

"Alana! I'm home!" Jack tried to mask his dark mood as he shouted to greet his family.

"Jack! Is that you? Come here quick!" Alana's voice was strained. It was clear that was under some stress of some sort or something.

"What happened, Alana?!" Jack rushed to the rescue. His creative mind imagined negative pictures one after another.

One of those was of course his wife Alana getting molested by a dozen big men at least. His wife was probably the most beautiful woman in this village of less than a thousand in population.

Alas, the sight he received stunned him for an entire different reason altogether.

"DING!" Glitters of gold and other shining riches scattered inside one little room. There were scepters of ruby and crowns of pure diamonds.

Thick ancient armors were also present as well as weapons of murder that released an aura of power.

"Where the fuck did this all come from?!" Jack asked dumbly.

"Watch your language around our son, Jack. We don't want him to have a potty mouth like yours." Alana reminded gently. This time around, she got a happy smile on her face for a change.

It was obvious that these treasures has also inflicted her with surprise and delight.

"It doesn't matter anyway. Our son can freely use words such as fuck and sluts when he grows up. It's only a matter of time." Jack continued to be crass.

He better spent his efforts in inspecting some of the priceless goods nearby.

"So where did you find them all, Alana. Don't tell me that your long lost great great grandfather was a mighty dragon or something." The father of the house queried once more.

His eyes never wavered from the treasures on his hands. He caressed them like a lover if not more.

"It was Symour. He was the one who found them." Alana answered which prompted Jack to look at his son for the first time since he arrived.

"You? How did you find all of these things, Symour?" Jack asked. He was not at all surprised to be honest.

Everything about his new born son seemed out of this world that made him question whether he was really the true father of the child or not.

The heavens knew that neither he nor his wife Alana has any sorcerous bloodline in their veins.

"I looked and so I found. There's nothing so hard about it at all." Symour shrugged and continued to pour his attention towards the book that he was reading.

With these treasures, he was certain that money would be least of everyone's worries from now on. And he was quite right about that indeed.

"DING!" The family got a new home. Bigger and taller than ever. It was a 3 storey house that was located in the well-off portion of the city. Alas, no money could buy entry into the noble's domain.

Books were of course a must and so our Symour had his own library in the home. More than that, servants were hired to tend to the need of this humble mansion.

For several months thereafter, the life of Symour and company was rather happy and exciting. It was a phase that all men and women who got into their wealth could appreciate fairly the first time around.

* * *

"Hehehe. Lady Rosalie sure is sending me some hints. Should I take on the offer or not?" Jack was happily musing inside the comforts of his private carriage.

He had just came from a lavish birthday celebration not long ago. His wife Alana could not come because she was giving all her attention towards their only child Symour.

Alana was a good woman and Jack could not fault her for that.

"Hmmm… I better not. I can't cheat on Alana for some cheap and easy pussy on the side." Jack sighed and resigned himself for the boring life of a righteous husband.

Not that it disappointed him that much though since he has something hot planned for their marital bed tonight. Alana would sure to get a lot of loving herself in consequence. Or so Jack initially thought.

"BANG!" The horses stopped abruptly which halted the naughty thoughts of Jack.

"What happened out there, Teddie?!" Jack shouted to enquire about the sudden stop.

"I think we're about to get robbed, Master Jack. My apologies." An old coachman answered in a barely audible voice. This old man was of course no one else but Teddie.

"Shit!" Jack cursed and moved the blinds aside from the windows. He could see more than a dozen men on his position alone.