Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"Very good, Noemi. Come." And the two of us walked in silence to see my adopted family.

Since I have now returned to the pinnacle of my power, then it was time to shed my sheep's clothing and don on my real identity.

That of a predatory wolf.

The Killoran Family was a huge force in the city and time has not decayed its influence one bit. Instead, it has even grown stronger as the seasons gave way to new ones.

The tall archaic yet mighty looking structures that were as high as the mountains were an obvious tell to the current status of the family.

And the constant inaudible hum of power that laid beneath the veins of the family abode were indeed a blessing to all cultivators inside the interconnected collection of mansions.

The natural essence was strong in here by at least two times that would help any man or beast to gain a great benefit in their journey to acquiring strength.

"Welcome, young master Neon! The master of the house awaits your company!" a dignified man greeted me. This was Nicholas. The most trusted servant of my father.

The years forged between the two were tales of legend. They had braved countless slaughters and done deeds that were still worthy of remembrance and awe, even to this very day.

A stalwart warrior indeed like my foolish father.

"Thank you, Nicholas." I whispered. Respect begets respect after all.

"So the eldest has finally chosen to grace us with his lofty presence." A man spat first. I wanted to throw a mocking retort.

"How are you feeling, Neon? Is your body alright now?" but my mother's worried query paused my words. What a good woman, I decided as I smiled at the beautiful Lady of the House.

* * *

"I'm feeling okay now, mom." I replied at the woman.

"Come sit by my side." She wasn't content with my answer and had to rise up to guide me down the long table. I saw men and women of beauty.

There were more than 20 of them at first glance and I guessed that they were possibly my siblings. They sat on one table while another was occupied by my father and his women.

It was at this table where my mom led me to. The bitches scrutinized me from head to toe and I looked at them once then calmly sat down beside my father.

29 bitches and 30 young ones including myself.

It was easy to see that these were the eldest offspring of the sluts and the one variation from the almost identical number was most probably my younger brother. A snake in our midst.

"I don't think that's his proper place in this house, mother. At least not anymore." The man who spouted venomous words previously showed his unveiled animosity at me again.

"PA!" a resounding slap echoed in the dining hall.

"YOU DARE!" the fool who was now carrying an exact duplicate of my palm print on his cheeks rose to challenge my seat in this household.

His form was very fierce as he gathered the forces in his dominion to maybe unleash an attack on my person.

And I never doubted this idiot could do a thing as heinous as murdering his own brother for his jealousy and perhaps even ambition.

All I know that whosoever bared his fangs at me shall die without a burial ground in the end.

I would have loved to do it right now but decided to spare the feelings of my adopted parents specifically that of my mother's. I had always preferred women above men.

Though my father cherished me also but his charm was a putrid comparison to that of my mother. And maybe it was also because she smelled as beguiling as she looked. The years had been good for her.

She appeared 18 yet had already blessed this earth with more than two thousand years of her elegant presence.

"ENOUGH!"

"BANG!" my younger brother was forced down with just a booming voice. Though I heard the particular sound of bones breaking but the man would live through it.

An individual who wished to go against heaven's will should not be too brittle after all.

"Apologize to your elder brother at once, Aiden." The woman beside me uttered in a stern voice. The one who showed the moron his place was of course my doting mother.

"I will die first before that happens, MOTHER!" Aiden, my idiotic brother retorted.

"Let me, Diana." My father Dante, interjected when mom readied herself to punish the prodigal son.

"Husband…" and the oh so sweet Diana calmed down and awaited the Head of the Family to finish the deed.

"I assure you that death shall not claim you, Aiden. Is your will that firm enough to resist the words of your mother?" Dante's cold question rang in the dining hall.

I looked at it all with much amusement that even a perfect smile radiated from my chubby face. In fact, I was the only one who had that expression in all the people on the two tables combined.

* * *

"I'm sorry, father. I apologize for my actions." the fool backed down in the end. And here I thought that he would at least last a few breaths against my father's words. Tsk Tsk. What a letdown.

"Apologize to your brother! Not to me." father corrected my foolish brother.

"It was my mistake." Aiden murmured and never even faced me nor looked into my eyes.

"What did you say?" I played with the food on my mouth. Can't swallow you that easy, my dear brother.

"I said it was my mistake!" Aiden's words boomed once more and I captured this moment with vivid clarity.

A scene to fuel me when I would skin this cretin alive, beneath my feet.

"You are not young anymore, Aiden. Let older brother teach you now for all the years I've been missing in your life." I smiled.

"PA!" before another strike went to balance the rosy cheek on my younger brother's face.