Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

The group walked and they were very eye catching indeed. Especially when they had Tang Xinyue and Ze Min at their party.

And since Clark and the rest were not the only one on the road towards the Inner Disciples Court, it was a given that they would meet with some of the unknown known figures of the Demonic Sword Sect.

"Look! Isn't that the White Haired Demon Tang Xinyue and Flower Goddess Ze Min?!"

"I heard that those two has willingly become bed warmers to an Outer Court Disciple like us named Clark Colter."

"Fool! You should know that Young Master Clark is our newest Legacy Disciple! You are stupid to think that Seniors Tang Xinyue and Ze Min would wholeheartedly devote their lives to a mere Outer Disciple. They are thinking the long game is what I believe."

"Yeah, i also think so. Who in their right minds would reject to be with someone that could someday become an Earth Immortal!"

"Clark Colter is really lucky. I wish i was in his place."

"No use in day dreaming, fool! Come, we better get there quickly so that we can have better seats in the fights!"

The unknown Outer Disciples talked amongst themselves and could only look in hope at the object of their discussion.

Alas, they knew how untalented they were in the ways of cultivation and could therefore sigh in acceptance at what fate has in store for them instead.

Clark and his party arrived at the lofty halls of the Inner Disciples Court. The event did not take place of course outside where the Training Fields abounded in space.

They were inside one of the huge stadiums in the sect which could cater up to a hundred thousand strong mass of people during this event.

Sadly, the entire population of the Demonic Sword Sect only amounted to more or less five hundred thousand cultivators and yet the ones present today could only be numbered to a few thousands tops.

It could be seen from this truth that only the low level cultivators were here to attend the yearly Inner Disciples Exam.

Those that had already achieved the 2nd Stage of Foundation Establishment Realm up to the 10th were considered no longer part of the said contest.

"Right this way, Young Master Clark. Elder Hong Tian has set a place for us beforehand."

Elder Feng Ren led the way and amidst every curious eye, the group walked unmolested to a certain part of the dome.

* * *

"Is that him, Wu Da? The one who murdered our friends in the wasteland area of the sect?" A young man asked in a grave voice.

Same as Wu Da, this Outer Court Disciple was also wearing a brown colored robes that depicted quite aptly his station inside the Demonic Sword Sect.

But from one glance, it could be seen that he was different from the rest of the men and women around him.

Almost everyone nearby looked at this handsome young man with awe and respect. This was of course none other than the leader of the group in which Wu Da was affiliated unto.

The Thunder Strike Faction!

"Yes, Young Master Long Tian. He is called Clark Colter and someone who will become an Earth Immortal should he be given time and luck to grow from here on out."

Wu Da replied to the best of his knowledge. He was of course one of the witnesses when our bored gamer took his test in the Assessment Pavilion.

It was only lamentable that his information was flawed to begin with.

Had he known that there was still a 10th Cultivation Realm after one becomes an Earth Immortal then he would have surely be stunned for a second or two in contemplation of what tomorrow could be to our very own haunted protagonist.

"I see. Then I will seek revenge for when the chance comes in time, Wu Da. No one should live a painless life after they have slaughtered those in my care.

This is a great offense to my honor! If i had not been in closed door cultivation then i would have long taken the head of that fresh fish!"

Long Tian vowed and there were flashes of lights that crippled eerily on top of his head.

"CRACK!" A muted thunder exploded in the scene which moved all people nearby to a couple steps back.

Still, Wu Da stood valiantly all the same for he knew that his Leader would never do anything to him. Perhaps this was the only shortcoming that can be faulted to the master of his Faction.

"Cao Yi, Mao Gang and the rest got what they deserved, Young Master Long Tian. You should not have any thoughts of revenge towards Young Master Clark.

I think that it would be very unwise to do so. After all, his destiny is far beyond what we could ever achieve." Wu Da tried to instill reason towards his master.

He was fully aware of the deeds and misdeeds that he has shared together with his fallen friends.

They had abused their power and perhaps they had already used up all of their luck when they encountered Young Master Clark in the wasteland portion of the sect.

Wu Da was luckier than most since he has lived to tell the tale about his bloody encounter with our bored gamer.

"SLAP!" Wu Da's body somersaulted in the air and after a couple of rolls landed on his butt in pain.

There was a clear palm print on his face and the middle aged man Wu Da did not not even move to launch an offensive towards his attacker.

Wu Da sat on the ground but there was extreme hate on his eyes right now.

"Fang Jin!" Wu Da muttered in disgust.

"What are you talking about, Wu Da?! Don't you know that our Young Master Long Tian is the number one genius under the heavens.

He could crush any Legacy Disciple with one hand!" said a man who looked probably in his 30s.

This one wore the same brown uniform of the Outer Disciples Court but different from the rest, he had the look of shrewdness in his face.

With Long Tian cultivating with all his heart and soul, it was Fang Jin who benefited much from within The Thunder Strike Faction.

As it was, Long Tian was akin to a diamond amidst the company of trash around him. It was only too sad that the young man was oblivious to what was happening right before his very eyes.

"Enough, Fang Jin. Did I not tell you that we should help our friends and do no violence to each other?" Long Tian was clearly displeased with Fang Jin.

"I apologize, Young Master Long Tian. I was only defending your honor and the heresy that Wu Da was spouting before your presence.

Our friends were killed in cold blood and yet all this old dumb fool could think is peaceful reconciliation to their murderer. I believe that blood should be paid with blood, Young Master.

This must be done in order to avenge our fallen comrades!" Fang Jin used his tongue to the best of its abilities and it was very effective indeed to the rest of the people around them.

"Yes, Young Master Long Tian!"

"We want justice for our friends!"

"You can do it, Young Master!" Not a few raised their voices and it was very easy indeed for them to do so.

Especially when they knew deep inside that they were not the ones to challenge the Young Master Clark to begin with.

"I will make him pay! I promise!" Long Tian was fueled by the adoration and will of the masses that he has unknowingly put one of his feet already in the sticky mud of his grave.

Amongst everyone in the scene, perhaps there was only one soul that knew how terribly fearful Young Master Clark truly was.

'I guess it can't be helped then.' Wu Da mused as he dusted himself in silence.

* * *

In another part of the stadium, one man stood in a clearing. There was much space around him and yet it was curious to see that there was only an expanse of empty seats nearby.

It was not that people did not welcome the presence of this odd man but the truth was that it was merely impossible for them to do so.

"FLASH!" A random chair was sliced in two and had there been a person in the vicinity, he would have no doubt suffered the same consequence of that poor innocent chair.

"Clark Colter, huh?" The man whispered and a sense of battle frenzy flashed before his eyes.

He was born to be crazy with a sword in hand and it was only in life and death situations could he feel some reason for him to exist.

Since the moment he took the sword from years ago as a child, this man has always wished to seek perfection in his craft.

Luckily enough, this Sword Lunatic longed to test his might against someone who was destined to be an Earth Immortal someday.

"This is going to be an epic dance of swords!" The Sword Lunatic smiled and awaited when the event would finally start.

* * *

"Elder Sister, don't you forget to visit us everyday okay? We are all going to miss you!" A lady sobbed and her emotions flowed along the tears that fell from her cheeks.

"What are you crying for, Meng Ya? Who knows? Maybe it will be the same as last year and i will get defeated once more.

If that happens, I get to stay with you and the rest of the girls one more year. Isn't that great?" A beautiful woman replied and laughed at the emotional drama of the lady beside her.

It was strange to see that this woman shed no shadow of any kind under the artificial light overhead.

"I know that you're going to win, Elder Sister! You have already reached the 10th Stage of Mortal Shedding Realm!

I believe that no one would be your match in today's Inner Disciples Exam!" Meng Ya replied and went on to cry some more.

"You really believe in me that much, Meng Ya. Don't you worry because i will still be visiting the Outer Disciples Court often.

In the meantime, I shall pass the leadership of our faction in your hands. I believe in you too, Meng Ya. Take care of our friends and grow stronger together."

The beautiful woman encouraged.

"Yes, Elder Sister! I will not fail you!" Meng Ya said in a firm voice.

A few more breaths later and every other sound was drowned out by the sudden announcement at the center of the dome.

"The Inner Disciples Exam shall now commence at once!"