Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 983 Game

"You are amazing with your body and have extensive knowledge about its intricacies. I wonder how well you do with the other aspects of combat as well." The Wen Patriarch commented out loud.

He had said so because of what he observed from the dead and dying members of his clan earlier.

It was easy to see how our bored gamer knew how to inflict pain to the fullest but more than that, how to make the suffering last to the longest limit possible.

This old man has seen his fair share of evil on this world but never for one so young and powerful. This kind of people who were psychopaths basically died way easily on this cultivation world.

To harvest enemies left and right was a path towards certain disaster. It was only a matter of time for that catastrophe to appear.

"Why don't you go and find out, boy? I'm right here, aren't i?" Clark kept up with his usual crass talk. Only he could hear the precious notifications that rang out of thin air.

It was of course coming from his handy system cheat.

"DING!"

"Congratulations, host! You gained 100 evil points!" Nancy's voice rang audibly to one soul only.

'Hehehe. This broken cheat is truly op!' Our avid gamer could not help but rejoice in secret. He wanted to crush this old man's skull and perhaps torment him to a death of a thousand cuts before that.

The evil values he would get from an outstanding cultivator like this old man would absolutely be astronomical. Unfortunately, Clark was about to be disappointed in the next moment.

"I wish to play a different kind of game instead, Fellow Daoist. That is… if you are gracious enough to test your skill against mine in that arena." Patriarch Wen replied.

He trusted his intuition about the danger his foe has given him.

Although he could not properly gauge the cultivation attainments of our very own protagonist but he was not a dumb fool to gamble his life against any uncertainty.

Patriarch Wen has not arrived at this ripe age without extreme prudence and smarts. 𝑏𝘦𝘥𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"A game, huh? Very well. Let me educate you however you like, boy." Clark responded with a smile.

"DING!"

"Congratulations, host! You gained 100 evil points!" And the expected rewards arrived in no time.

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"Anything else? Or would you rather we play another game. One that I specially love to partake. Carnage and death." Our bored gamer grinned for the umpteenth time.

They had been at a board game called Go for more than 3 hours and the old Patriarch has yet to win a game from the hand of our avid gamer.

It was obvious that his intellect and strategy has fallen far short when weighted against the mental proficiency of our very own protagonist.

Old Wen may have lived for thousands of years already but compared to an old monster like our bored gamer, these thousands of years of existence and experience could only compare to an ant's brain in his midst.

Time could not even define how old Clark really was at this point of his life. They would have to create another term other than eras, epochs, and eons to truly categorize Clark and company.

"I concede, Senior. Do what you wish to me but please… allow a family of mine to survive." Patriarch Wen visibly aged in a matter of seconds.

There strong and calm persona was no more and what replaced it was a inexplicable uncertainty for the future.

He realized that he was vastly outmatched and so all he could think about today was to continue and preserve his lineage. This much he wanted to achieve at least.

"BANG!" Patriarch Wen knelt and bowed in place until his forehead touched the cold and unfeeling floors of his home. There was no pride in death. Its uses basically invalid in this most depressing hour.

"Hmmm… You are wise, boy. Stand up. You shall be a useful slave by my side." Clark nodded and reached for an empty cup nearby.

"My Lord…" Lady Wu Tian made herself handy as she refilled the cup with the spirits of pleasure.

"I will be your most faithful slave, Master!" Patriarch Wen jumped in attention after a few breaths of lag has ensorcelled his brain to malfunction.

He could not believe his luck to change at all since the smell of death was basically fanning at his neck already.

Thus, he adjusted his composure to that of a mindless lap dog that was at the beck and call of his owner.

"I'm sure you will. I believe that there are many other capable men that I could steal in this city should you prove to be incapable of your station." Clark said in a carefree manner.

He did not wait for a fake response of subservience as he introduced another topic to the fray.

"I shall retire for the night. Tomorrow, the city of Nomery shall know of me and my rules." Clark declared and stood thereafter.

There was dead air for a couple of breaths before Patriarch Wen has gotten the ability to use his brain properly once more.

"Please follow me, master! I know of a priceless chamber that is worthy of your power!" Patriarch Wen's words wore jumbled and hasty but he got his message across which was the crucial factor of his labor.

He at least got a nod of approval from our good gamer.

"Do you need a bed warmer, my Lord? Me and Ming'er will be yours to command tonight!" Lady Wu Tian was shameless in her approach.

Although there was no love between them but she would be a fool to let this chance slip by her fingers. This was a once in a lifetime chance, she realized in spades.

"No need, girl. I don't take the willing. At least not on this world." Clark replied in a cryptic line and resumed his walk out of the dining hall.

There were evil points to be had and he would definitely not miss embodying this persona until he reached the apex of cultivation soon enough.