Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"Perhaps so." This was the only reply that Little Small could make at this time. Lying would be worthless since it would serve no point but only to assuage his broken pride.

Silence reigned between them and only the spear strikes remained constant all throughout.

This persisted for more than 10 minutes before someone has finally chosen to break the monotony of the scene.

"I can see that you have failed in your tribulation. The gates of the gods remains closed even to a supreme existence like you. A pity." Little Small commented.

Although he was just standing on the side but that has not stopped his keen eyes on observing what was obvious.

Even a lowly mortal could tell that something was wrong with our very own protagonist at this time.

Not only was he missing the entirety of his left arm but a single digit on his fingers was also missing from his only remaining hand.

It has broken the concept of perfection indeed unto immortal beings that lorded over the heads of countless races.

"And yet have you seen me stop or give up?" Clark retort was usually sharp. This would not have been his original reply but he had also no choice in the matter.

He had to embody the natural behavior and manner of this Old Demon else he would risk revealing his cover to this Immortal Little Small.

Our good gamer did not want to lose anymore body parts in consequence.

One should know that as he was now, the most he could do was to repel undying beings and those at their realm using his mastery over the Celestial Heart Immortal Law.

If he should want to exceed that and kill one then he would have to resort to that thing again. A sacrifice that was irreversible as it was powerful indeed.

This was also the reason why has not chosen to cultivate his body in the first place. Even if he should get an Immortal Body once more, he can never regrow his missing limbs in the end.

This body of his right now would forever miss its left arm and right pinky finger.

"HAHAHA! You really are the most stubborn man i know, Old Demon!" Little Small laughed and gave the remark as a compliment more than anything else.

A big jug of wine appeared on his hands and took a long drag at it. In time, the old beggar slumped down to where he stood and continued to nurse his throat with the strong taste of this ancient wine.

"WHOOSH!"

"WHOOSH!"

"WHOOSH!" Little Small was content to watch our good gamer train and uttered no words whatsoever. Old existences like they were disdained to talk much rubbish at all.

This lone picture continued for a long long time. It did not need telling that such a new change was easily known unto many souls in the Coiling Dragon Sect.

* * *

"Sect Master! Immortal Master Clark has a visitor! And i think that that person is not simple at all!" An old man reported unto the head of the sect.

If one took a closer glance, one would notice that this old man was exactly the gatekeeper of the sect from before.

He was lucky to have survived his encounter with our very own protagonist with only just bruises and a headache to show for it.

Alas, the same could not be said to the trees in the forest and the big mountain that had become collateral damage in that brief engagement.

"Don't bother with the Immortal Master's business, Wan Fu. Nothing good would come out fron that." Sect Master Meng Hui chastised the old man.

"I understand, Sect Master!" Wan Fu bowed and left in silence. He did not want to disturb his master who has now possessed an all new upgraded realm.

Wan Fu could not help but feel envious about his master's young and handsome face today.

He wanted to also get on the good side of our bored gamer but alas, he could find no chance of doing that at all since the Immortal Master has not stopped in his training from day one until the present time.

"I wonder who this unknown visitor is." Sect Master Meng Hui could not deny his curiosity and so he ventured out a little.

His spiritual sense went out and it did not take long for him to see and muscular old man who was garbed in what seemed to be trash.

The man was the ultimate picture of a beggar if not for his amazing physical gifts that would shame any man to submission.

"Is it an acquaintance of the Immortal Master?" Sect Master Meng Hui mused while still spying from a distance.

"DING!" Little Small took this chance to look at a particular direction.

"THUD!" A handsome young man could be seen dropping like a dead weight in parts unknown inside the Coiling Dragon Sect. He was lucky that he was not killed on the spot.

Alas, this handsome young man would only wake up later with a punishing headache as if someone who has drank much and partied like crazy from the night before.

"You should have listened to your own advise, boy." Little Small muttered under his breath.

"..." On the other side, Clark paid no attention to this insignificant event around him. His mind was solely focused on one thing and one thing alone. The spear on his hand and nothing more.

* * *

A few days later.

"Do you know this f... m-man, master?" A curious girl asked.

She would have addressed our avid gamer as a fool like the rest of her friends did but she remembered that it was not wise to offend anybody in this cultivation world.

This was one of the great wisdom she had heard from her teachers in the sect in the course of more than 1 year of her stay.

"You can say that and you would be right to think so." Little Small replied kindly.

"What exactly is he doing, master?" The curious girl asked once more.

She merely addressed Little Small with these pleasing words because of the imposing physical endowments of the man.

If this had been any other beggar, the treatment would have been vastly different.

"Couldn't you see? He is trying to cut the very fabric of reality with that wooden spear alone. He's simply a lunatic if you ask me."

Little Small replied and adorned his words with rich laughter thereafter. The curious girl then realized that he was facing a pair of fools and not merely one.