Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 1078 Tablet

Time had a way of slipping by unnoticed for those who were happy and content, and for Jade and Clark, the months had passed in peaceful harmony.

Ever since Jade’s breakthrough to a new realm, her life had been steady and fulfilling.

Yet, beyond the sanctuary of their home, there were still whispers—curious voices eager to know what had become of Clark, and by extension, of her.

Some things, it seemed, could never be forgotten.

Then, one day, an unexpected visitor arrived, shattering the tranquility she had come to cherish.

When Jade opened the door, her expression instantly turned cold. The sight before her was both pitiful and repulsive.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice devoid of warmth.

The man standing before her was a mere shadow of who he had once been.

His once-proud frame had withered to skin and bone, his sunken eyes hollow with suffering.

His hair was unkempt, tangled with dirt, and his tattered clothes hung loosely on his frail body.

The stench of neglect clung to him, thick and foul, making Jade instinctively step back.

Yet, it wasn’t just his miserable state that made her stomach twist—it was who he was.

"Jade... forgive me," the man rasped, his voice trembling with emotion.

His eyes shone with desperation as he staggered forward and fell to his knees before her.

"I only did what I had to do... I had no choice. I was drowning in debt. I was desperate. I never wanted to hurt you, but I—" His voice broke, and he gritted his teeth as tears welled in his eyes.

Jade stood still, her gaze cold and unreadable.

"But... but look at you now!" he continued, his words tumbling out frantically.

"You’re the wife of a powerful cultivator! You’ve been given a better life! Fate has been kind to you because of what I did. If anything... I helped you, Jade." His fingers clutched at the hem of her robe, shaking uncontrollably.

"Please... I beg you. Help me this one time. I have nowhere else to go. No one else to turn to..."

His voice dissolved into ragged sobs, his body trembling as he knelt in front of her.

Jade stared down at the man who had once dictated her fate with cold indifference.

There had been a time when she had wept endlessly, feeling powerless beneath the weight of the choices others had made for her.

But now... now, she was no longer that helpless girl.

And this man—this pathetic, wretched figure—was no longer someone she feared.

"How much do you need?" Jade asked, her voice sharp with anger.

Her father stood before her, a pitiful sight—gaunt, filthy, and reeking of desperation.

But despite his wretched state, the glint in his eyes remained the same, that familiar gleam of greed she had known all too well growing up.

"I don’t need anything, Jade," he said, shaking his head as if wounded by the mere suggestion. His voice took on a pleading tone.

"I just want to be back in your life. I’ve been wanting to meet my son-in-law. A man as powerful as him—surely he’d understand the importance of family, wouldn’t he?"

Jade’s hands curled into fists.

"Anyway," he continued, forcing out a chuckle, "when’s the wedding? You haven’t told me yet. I only want what’s best for my only daughter... Can’t we start over again?"

Jade’s expression darkened. Shameless.

She wasn’t naïve. She knew exactly what he was thinking.

Why would he ask for a mere handout when he could leech off her for a lifetime?

If he managed to worm his way back into her life, he wouldn’t just have money—he’d have endless wealth, power, and security. A life of comfort without ever having to work for it.

She had once dreamed of having a father who loved her, who would protect her, who would cherish her as a daughter should be cherished. But the man standing before her was nothing but a parasite.

"Despicable!" Jade spat, her voice trembling with fury.

The audacity of him, standing there, pretending to care. As if he hadn’t sold her away like a piece of livestock. As if he hadn’t condemned her to a life she barely managed to escape.

"You really haven’t changed," she whispered, more to herself than to him. "After all this time, after everything you’ve done... you’re still the same."

A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

She had once begged for his love. She had once cried herself to sleep, wondering if he ever felt guilty, if he ever regretted what he had done. But now, looking at him, she felt nothing but disgust.

Jade reached into her storage ring and pulled out two heavy bags filled with gold. Without hesitation, she threw them at his feet.

"Here! Take this and go," she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a blade.

"You don’t have a daughter here anymore. Not after you sold her to become a whore!"

Her father flinched as if struck, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out.

Jade didn’t wait for his response. She turned on her heel and walked away, her steps quick and unyielding, as if even standing near him was suffocating.

She didn’t look back. She wouldn’t.

This was the last time she would ever acknowledge the man who had thrown her away.

Jade’s father stood frozen for a moment, his face momentarily contorted with regret, as though the harshness of Jade’s words had struck him deeper than he was willing to admit.

But that feeling was fleeting, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. His eyes turned to the bags of gold at his feet, and as he lifted one, the glint of wealth reflected in his eyes, and a slow, satisfied grin crept across his lips.

"You’re really a good daughter, Jade," he murmured, almost to himself, as he caressed the leather bag.

His words carried no genuine remorse, no apology for the betrayal he had committed. Instead, they were laced with a twisted sense of pride, as if he had successfully manipulated her one last time.

"Until next time."

With that, he hoisted the bags over his shoulder, their weight causing his frail body to stagger slightly, but it didn’t matter.

The promise of riches far outweighed any physical discomfort.

He made his way toward the door, and without a glance back, he exited Jade’s life for what he thought would be the final time.

Inside, Maxwell and the others had observed the entire exchange through their spiritual senses, their attention sharp, watching for any sign of movement, any hint of Jade’s father’s next move.

Maxwell, who had been standing silently behind Clark, couldn’t hide his curiosity. He turned to his young master, his voice low and respectful, yet filled with a hint of eagerness.

"Do you want us to teach that man a lesson, young master?" Maxwell asked. He knew his master’s tendencies—Clark didn’t usually allow disrespect to slide, and he was prepared to take action if necessary.

Clark’s lips curled into a small smile, one that was more amused than angry.

"No. Someone will take care of that for us soon enough," he replied with an air of confidence, his eyes glimmering with a knowing look.

There was no need for them to waste their time on someone so insignificant. Fate had already set things into motion, and someone else would take the necessary steps to ensure that Jade’s father would never be a problem again.

As predicted, a month later, Jade’s father’s body was found floating in the river.

The sight was grim—his body was bloated and pale, his face twisted in a final expression of fear and pain.

It was clear that he had met a violent end, his throat slit, and his gold stolen. The once-wealthy man, who had been so proud of his manipulations, now lay lifeless in the cold water, a stark reminder of the price he had paid for his greed.

The news of his death spread quickly, but not to Jade. Clark had made sure of that.

With his influence and power, he had made sure the information was suppressed.

No one was to speak of it in her presence, no one was to mention the fate of her father.

She would never know the true end of the man who had betrayed her—who had sold her for a price—because Clark had taken the necessary steps to shield her from the reality of what had happened.

For Jade, her father’s existence was now a distant memory.

To her, it was as if he had simply vanished from the world, leaving no trace behind.

She would continue with her life, blissfully unaware of the dark turn of events that had come to pass, while Clark silently ensured that her path remained undisturbed.

He would continue to protect her from the shadows, handling the matters she didn’t need to know, and making sure that the past never caught up with her.