Bored Gamer in Other Worlds
Chapter 1038 Call

Chapter 1038: Chapter 1038 Call

"Vivienne, a delightful name," remarked our bored gamer to the elegant woman by his side.

"Henceforth, you shall serve as my bodyguard. As you can observe, my left arm is of no use. I shall need your assistance in facing any future challenges."

"Tsk." Vivienne responded with a disapproving click of her tongue, offering only a nod in acquiescence. She understood all too well that our good gamer’s words were mere amusement.

This man had the ability to overpower even an immortal emperor like herself. What need could he possibly have for a bodyguard in terms of his safety?

"Consider it settled," our bored gamer declared with a nonchalant shrug, dispelling the veil of invincibility that shielded them both.

He was adamant about preserving Vivienne’s modesty, refusing to let anyone else gaze upon the nudity of the woman now in his possession. In his mind, she belonged to him, bound to remain so indefinitely, transcending the bounds of time itself.

Clark hailed a cab, and within minutes, they arrived at a modest house that would have been the envy of any average college student.

It was evident that our bored gamer’s family in this realm boasted a considerable degree of financial prosperity.

"Feel free to make yourself comfortable. There’s a room to the left that you can use," our bored gamer casually offered before promptly making his way upstairs.

Engrossed in the mortal world’s video games, he sought solace in climbing the ranks of these digital realms, finding joy in passing time.

As for Vivienne, sustenance was not a concern, for she required neither food nor nutrition as an immortal being. Instead she wasted time by cultivating in a world that was bereft of spiritual essence.

In the quiet moments before the morning light bathed the world in its gentle embrace, Vivienne, seated in a serene lotus position, delved into a state of cultivation.

Her ethereal presence seemed almost otherworldly amidst the mortal confines, yet she dedicated herself to harnessing the energies of this realm.

For her, this meditative practice was not just a means to pass the time; it was a profound connection to her inner being, a way to harness her immortal essence within this fleeting mortal existence.

As the sun emerged from the horizon, casting its golden hues upon the world, Clark and Vivienne set out from the modest house.

Along the way, Clark also taught Vivienne some of the basic values in this particular mortal world. Their journey led them through the bustling city until they arrived at an opulent mansion.

Standing poised at the entrance was a breathtakingly beautiful girl, her presence commanding attention and admiration.

However, the allure of the moment was disrupted as the girl’s expression swiftly shifted from one of anticipation to one of disdain upon noticing an unexpected presence among them.

"Who is she?" Emma’s voice dripped with subtle disdain, her charming countenance now marred by a furrowed brow.

Her keen eyes, accustomed to assessing beauty, recognized a potential rival, if not a surpasser, in this mysterious woman.

An unspoken tension hung in the air, Emma’s intuition keenly sensing an aura of elegance and allure emanating from the enigmatic figure seated in the car’s backseat.

The seconds passed in silence, pregnant with an unspoken comparison that Emma couldn’t help but make.

Despite her own undeniable beauty, an inexplicable feeling of inadequacy gnawed at her, a sensation of being eclipsed by the sheer presence of the woman in the shadows, whose beauty seemed to transcend the bounds of mortal comprehension.

In that fleeting moment, Emma felt herself diminish in the wake of the unknown woman’s unspoken allure.

"She’s my new bodyguard. You know how far and wide that video scandal has spread. I worry some boys might get a little too envious of my... assets," our bored gamer remarked, a carefully crafted smile playing on his lips.

It was a reaction he anticipated from his girlfriend, hoping to evoke a specific response.

"Hmph!" Emma pouted in a charmingly childlike manner, reluctantly acquiescing and joining them inside the mansion.

However, her silence prevailed throughout the ride, her gaze flickering intermittently to the rearview mirror, fixated on the captivating presence of the gamer’s newly appointed bodyguard.

The reflection revealed an image that seemed increasingly diminutive in comparison to the woman behind her. Emma couldn’t help but gnaw at her lower lip in frustration.

This was a rare instance in her life where she felt overwhelmingly outshone by another woman.

As they approached their destination, the feeling of being eclipsed lingered in Emma’s mind.

She observed the lovely bodyguard, feeling a sense of intimidation in the presence of someone who effortlessly exuded an aura of unmatched allure and grace.

The weight of inadequacy bore down on Emma, an unfamiliar sensation for someone accustomed to admiration and adoration.

This encounter marked a stark departure from her usual experiences, leaving her grappling with an unprecedented sense of being surpassed in the realm of beauty and charm.

They arrived safely at school, and their entrance immediately caused a commotion among the students.

"Wow! Who the f*ck is that girl?!"

"She looks like she stepped out of a fantasy!"

"Emma Davis is with her, but that girl is stunningly more beautiful than Emma!"

"Why the hell are two beautiful girls with big dick William?! This is f*cking unbelievable!"

The boys were entranced by the ethereal presence of Vivienne, her poise and beauty casting a spell that drew their attention like moths to a flame.

As their admiration grew, a bold college boy, encouraged by his friends’ nudges and smiles, took a daring step forward.

"Hey there! Can I get your number? We could hang out sometime," he ventured, a glint of hope in his eyes.

"I don’t use a cellphone. And I don’t align myself with men weaker than I am," Vivienne’s voice pierced through the air, her tone as icy and uncompromising as the chill of a winter storm.

Her words resonated, carrying a weight that seemed to shatter the boy’s confidence and echoed the fragments of his heart, the sound reverberating for all to hear.

The disappointment and the sharp sting of rejection hung in the air, casting a palpable tension among the gathering.

No longer emboldened by their friend’s attempt, the others hesitated, sensing the weight of Vivienne’s dismissal.

Their earlier enthusiasm faded into a hushed silence, leaving the space filled with an unspoken understanding—Vivienne’s unwavering demeanor had left an indelible mark, dissuading any further attempts to court her attention.