Bored Gamer in Other Worlds
Chapter 1048 Inimical

Chapter 1048: Chapter 1048 Inimical

The old man regarded him with a solemn gaze, his eyes reflecting the depths of his wisdom. After a moment of contemplation, he replied tersely, "Nothing. Just go and never return."

Clark’s smile remained undiminished, his spirits buoyed by the prospect of freedom.

"Okay then. Until we meet again, Senior," he said, offering a respectful fist salute to the old man.

With a sense of closure and anticipation for the adventures ahead, Clark bid farewell to the Tree of Life and its guardian.

He knew that his family would be safe under the watchful eye of the old man, allowing him to embark on his journey with a heart full of adventure and a well-deserved vacation in mind.

As he ventured forth into the unknown, he carried with him the knowledge that he was finally free to explore the vast expanse of the universe, unencumbered by the confines of his former existence.

"Now, where do I go?" Our bored gamer smiled to himself as he surveyed the vast expanse of the universe before him.

With a sense of adventure coursing through his veins, he propelled himself towards the first sign of civilization he could find.

It wasn’t difficult to locate amidst the rich spiritual essence that permeated this true universe.

Touching down on solid ground, Clark was greeted by the breathtaking sight of nature unfolding before him.

The chirping of birds, the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze—it was a symphony of serenity that enveloped him in its embrace.

Purposefully avoiding bustling cities and crowded places, he sought solace in the quietude of the wilderness, craving a reprieve from the chaos of his former life.

"Hmmm... this will be good enough for me," Clark nodded in satisfaction as he surveyed his surroundings.

With a sense of purpose, he set about foraging the land for its natural treasures. Gathering wood and other materials, he began to construct his own humble abode, a sanctuary amidst the beauty of nature.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape, Clark sat by the fire he had painstakingly built, savoring the aroma of cooking meat wafting through the air.

It was a simple pleasure, yet one that filled him with a sense of contentment he had long yearned for.

This, he realized, was his new home—a place of peace and quiet where he could finally be alone with his thoughts.

And as he settled in for the night, surrounded by the comforting embrace of nature, Clark knew that he had found a slice of paradise in the vast expanse of the universe.

For an entire year, our bored gamer reveled in the serenity of his secluded existence, finding solace in the rhythm of nature and the simplicity of his daily routines.

But as the seasons shifted and the forest landscape remained unchanged, a new presence intruded upon his peaceful sanctuary, disrupting the delicate balance he had come to cherish.

It arrived in the form of a group of novice cultivators, their youthful visages and modest levels of cultivation marking them as newcomers to the world of spiritual practice.

Clark couldn’t help but observe their clumsy attempts at harnessing the energies of the natural world, their efforts betraying a lack of mastery that belied their brash confidence.

However, it was not merely their amateurish techniques that irked him, but rather their blatant disregard for the sanctity of his domain.

Their boorish behavior and disrespectful demeanor grated against his sensibilities, threatening to unravel the tranquility he had worked so hard to cultivate.

"Ah, a forest guy, are you? How poor and luckless," the haughty young man exclaimed with a flourish, his voice carrying through the forest and echoing against the sturdy trunks of ancient trees.

His words dripped with arrogance as he addressed the lone figure standing before them, a man who seemed more at home amidst nature’s embrace than within the confines of society.

"Come, share of your food with us. We find ourselves quite hungry," he continued, his eyes scanning the surroundings with an air of entitlement.

He has eyes but failed to see the big mountain in his front, his gaze remained fixed on the humble clay pot simmering over a crackling fire, tended to by the unassuming figure who had caught their attention.

But Clark, merely scoffed at the audacity of the request, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Find your own food. This feast is mine alone," he retorted, his voice carrying a note of defiance as he waved them off with a dismissive gesture.

In this tranquil corner of the forest, adorned only by the rugged beauty of nature and the simplicity of his makeshift attire, Clark found solace in the anonymity of his mortal guise.

Stripped of the burdens of his immortal identity, he relished the freedom afforded by living off the land, if only for a fleeting moment.

He simply wasn’t in the mood to entertain the whims of arrogant young masters this time around.

With a weary sigh, he regarded the haughty leader and his entourage, a flicker of annoyance dancing behind his eyes.

"Mind your tongue and the words you utter. Do you not know who I am?" the arrogant leader retorted, his voice dripping with disdain as he squared his shoulders, attempting to assert his dominance.

His minions, emboldened by their leader’s bravado, exchanged smug glances amongst themselves, their anticipation palpable as they awaited the inevitable confrontation they believed would unfold.

Yet, despite the veiled threats and the menacing aura exuded by the self-proclaimed master, our lone gamer remained unperturbed.

For he had faced far greater challenges in his travels, and the bluster of entitled youth held little sway over him.

Undeterred, the minions continued to smirk, their imaginations running wild with the prospect of witnessing their leader’s power on display once more.

They whispered amongst themselves, sharing tales of the man who had dared to meet their leader’s gaze with defiance, only to suffer the consequences in a manner that left no doubt as to the consequences of crossing their path.

As the tension hung heavy in the air, the forest seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the outcome of this unexpected encounter.

But our steadfast gamer, unfazed by the idle threats and the inflated egos of those before him, simply shook his head with a knowing smile.

"I know who you are, and I don’t care. Leave or face the consequences," Clark declared, his voice tinged with frustration as he regarded the persistent intruders with a furrowed brow.

He couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer foolishness displayed by some individuals.

"You’re courting death!" the leader of the group bellowed, his bravado masking the fear that lurked beneath the surface.

With a reckless disregard for his own safety, he lunged towards our protagonist, intent on asserting his dominance.

But alas, it was a grave error, for in that fateful moment, the leader sealed his own fate.

With a swift motion and a flash of light, the air was filled with the ominous sound of a bell tolling, signaling the demise of five young men in the blink of an eye.

Their forms dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind only a void where their existence once stood.

"Sigh," Clark sighed heavily, shaking his head in resignation.

"Some people are simply destined to meet their end prematurely."

With the disturbance swiftly dealt with, Clark returned his attention to the task at hand, resuming his cooking as if nothing of consequence had occurred.

For in the vast expanse of the forest, where the laws of mortality held little sway, such encounters were but fleeting interruptions in the eternal cycle of life and death.

Our bored gamer had accepted this harsh reality a long long time ago. It is what it is.