Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

And more of the same happened in the 3 cities of Redmont, Frans, and Taxcester. In just one week alone, massive changes could be seen in these great cultivator domains.

"THUD!"

"THUD!"

"THUD!" The wheels of a luxurious carriage rolled violently until it suddenly pulled unto a sudden stop before a young girl who crossed the road without warning.

Since this was merely a mortal girl, she would have been normally just squashed to death some days prior. But that was definitely not the case today.

"BANG!" The carriage halted in full and it was fortunate to do so with just mere inches from the girl's innocent yet terrified face.

The door opened up and the passenger inside the car could not help but curse out loud towards his servant slave who manned the horses and its reins.

"What the fuck are you doing, fool?! Are you trying to get me killed?!" A middle aged cultivator scolded in a loud voice.

Although mortals would have a hard time earning a single spirit stone but that did not mean that they could not borrow or steal this treasure of heaven and earth from someone else's hands.

There were many cases of this happening in the shocking advent of the Money Hoarding Gang and its twisted business of murder.

"It was not my fault, master! The kid just appeared from out of nowhere!" The man behind the horses defended himself aptly.

"Dumb fucker! I don't need your excuses! Apologize to the young miss at once!" The middle aged cultivator roared at his slave.

He was confident to abuse this man servant with words since he has already marked a forbidden seal unto this man and the legion of slaves like him in the clan.

Although it took much effort and resources but that was fine because the alternative was simply fatal to the extreme.

They did not want their servants to put a hit on them in their free time. Not at all indeed.

"I'm sorry, young miss. I was at fault." The poor man said and bowed his head. His master was happy when he saw this scene.

He then gave a couple of gold coins unto the child's little hands and it did not take that long for this minor event to end.

The middle aged cultivator wiped the sweat on his brows in relief thereafter.

'How has the world changed so abruptly for me and my kind?' The middle aged cultivator sighed in silence.

* * *

"HAHAHA! Look at those nobles! I can't imagine that i would see the day when they would appear meek and subdued in front of us mortals!"

A drunk's laughter echoed loudly in the liquor house.

"True! The once high and mighty arrogant young masters and misses that flocked the cities seemed to disappear in just the span of 1 fucking week!

If i were a little bit dumb, i would think that all of them either just died or fled away." Another man joined in the fun. It was hard to see a cultivator on his flying sword these days.

It was like they became extinct all of a sudden.

"It's all because of the Money Hoarding Gang. Those silver ass cultivators are lying low. They're too afraid to offend anybody especially us lowly mortals. HAHAHA!"

The first drunkard roared in mad laughter once more.

"Look at the giant Fang clan! The hegemon of this city for almost a hundred years! Where are they now?! I would bet that most of their masters has already died this week."

Someone added to the fire. This person knew that most of the people that were raped, freed, and had taken refuge back in the Yun Clan had commissioned the mass assassinations of those that did them wrong in the past decades.

Our avid gamer has of course not denied them the opportunity of taking an easy justice from their horrible plight.

He may have wanted them to avenge themselves using their own strength but since there was an easier route to this quest then he could only sigh at their fortune.

In the end, the choice solely laid on their hands.

"But there are hidden rules in the game. We can't order for just anyone to die." A mildly sober man who had yet to finish his first cup of spirits commented on the side.

And his words got a chorus of repeating nods from the audience. They have all heard of the rumors that abounded around that particular famous gang.

The Money Hoarding Gang would only accept jobs on those people that had done terrible atrocities in the past.

Bar that and they would return the kill order alongside the price of 2 spirit stones back to their customers.

"I guess that's good enough for me. Cheers, fellows! We're living in exciting times!" A man broke the silence and he was met with great enthusiasm from all around him.

* * *

"Mission accomplished!" Our bored gamer smiled at the privacy of his abode.

He had visualized for this thing to happen and he was glad to see it realized in a cultivation world of all places where the roles between mortals and cultivators seemed to be displaced because of the special circumstances that he brought upon them.

It was of course very fascinating to play god and Clark would admit that it was a great habit to have in order to while away the boredom of the passing repetitive times of being immortal.

"Now i can rest well with this kind of atmosphere and community around me." Clark muttered as he took pride in his work that took only a few days since his advent.

He could of course expand his influence and this exceptional rule of law towards the rest of the continent but he was already too lazy to mind such trivial stuff.

The three cities of Redmont, Frans, and Taxcester was enough for him at the moment. He was content for his demon summon and his newly signed minion Tian Fen to finish the job in full.

"Back to the waiting game once again."

"SIGH!" Our good gamer lamented and then a fine melodic music from his home world accompanied him in his solace. His aloof whistle continued well into the night.