Bored Gamer in Other World

"VROM!"

"VROM!"

"VROM!" A cool luxury car revved up loudly for 3 times before the engine died in the next. A breath later, the car door opened to spit the fat figure of our bored gamer.

He did not wear any school uniform whatsoever but only the usual casual attire at this time.

It can be said that this was one of the good perks of college students against their younger high school counterparts.

Clark was not shy in his money and spent expensive branded clothing on himself.

With his one hundred long tour inside the library of one very stubborn little baldy, our bored gamer was not anymore timid in showing off his gains from that forced vacation.

He believed that as long as no one would know that he was a clone harpy monster rather than a simple human, he would not trigger the restriction that would kill him off from the face of this world.

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

"Good morning, Master!"

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There were about more or less 20 intellectuals waiting in the parking lot of the university.

This was a huge portion of the sect already since they originally numbered a little over a hundred while they were still in Clayton High.

To this, our bored gamer could only smile at his disciples insistence on the unreal.

But since this was a great way to forge lasting friendships between like minded individuals then our avid gamer decided not to disband the sect at this time.

"My disciples are all polite."

"Come, let us all study the dao texts hard so that we can get whatever we want someday!"

"Immortality? A trivial thing."

"Women? We shall conquer them by the hundreds!"

"Fame? Our names will ring in the four corners of this universe!"

"Riches? Your master has already hoarded a fortune before you!"

"Show me your dedication and I will grant whatever wish you have." Clark did his impromptu teaching to his 20 disciples.

"We shall strive hard, master!"

"We are willing to go through fire and water, master!"

"No hurdles can bar our way in order to learn your grand teachings, master!"

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The 20 nerds pledged near impossible vows at once. And when they were done, one soul joined them at this time.

"Master!" Everyone looked at who the newcomer was and then all of them were stricken dumb by the vision that they encountered.

A few feet from them stood a man that could only be painted in the cinemas. He was tall and had buffed features that could entice any woman he desired.

A deafening silence shrouded on the scene before one of the geeks nearby recognized who this person was.

"Ben. Fucking. Turner?" The geek asked and cursed at the same time.

He could not believe his eyes at all but he knew that he was not wrong in his charge since he and Ben had been best friends in high school. Perhaps the closest there was.

"Aye. It is me, Nep." Ben nodded and waved a hand towards his long time friend.

"How in the world did you become like that?!"

"We just saw you yesterday and you were... still like us." A pair of young men said one after another and there was obvious envy in their eyes.

The two would give anything just to step unto Ben's shoes right now.

"It was all because of master's kindness."

"Thank you so much for this great opportunity, master!" Ben did the humblest act he could offer. He kowtowed in place and his forehead touched the dusty surface of the parking lot.

One can only imagine his shock earlier when his vision turned into a perfect 20/20. This was the reason why he had no more thick glasses on his face right now.

Ben Turner would never again suffer the disrespect of being called a 4 eyed dweeb. But more than that, the physical qualities and changes that happened to Ben was absolutely stunning!

He tried lifting a 60 pounds weight in the school gym earlier and it felt like a feather in his hands. Ben tried to use a lone finger to carry this enormous load and the same result happened.

He could only learn the many changes of his body slowly in time. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be met with a myriad of surprises later on.

"Oh? You mean this thing?" Clark withdrew a spirit stone from his inventory.

"I told you before. This is nothing but mere candy." Our bored gamer said and put the priceless item into his mouth.

He could taste the pure gift of energy flow down his throat and unto his big belly but he did not pass out during the ordeal.

No radical changes also happened to his person since his clone body was limited to become a mortal in physical prowess.

'But it seems like this spirit stone is a high grade item.'

'And to think that i have 1 billion of these things.' Clark smiled as he evaluated the vast changes that occurred on the body of Ben Turner.

"B – but how can i explain what happened to me, master?"

"The last thing I remembered before I was transformed into this body was taking that white piece of candy into my mouth. After that, nothing."

Ben Turner was confused even as he was still kneeling on the hard ground.

"Whether it was a candy or not, real or a mere illusion, it does not matter at all."

"What matters is what you do from now, Ben. If i hear that you are using these gifts in nonsense then..." Our bored gamer paused and gently tapped his foot on the ground.

"BANG!" A sudden earthquake graced the place and several feet of concrete and rocks just vanished beneath our bored gamer's fat body.

"I can easily take what i have given you." Clark ended with this line and decided to stop this exciting interlude here.

"POP!" A gentle bubble burst and time seemed to rewound itself to a perfect parking lot with no damage whatsoever.

"Master! How did you do that?!" The sect composed of geeks and nerds exclaimed in unbelief. They looked at our bored gamer with utmost awe and shock on their faces.

"Simple. It's called magic. And if you look hard enough, you can find that I used smoke and mirrors in my illusion." Clark replied and began walking away from the scene.

But in his disciples eyes, he looked no less than a living god, breathing and dwelling amongst them. Some tried to look for mirrors and invisible strings but found nothing of the sort.

"Come along now, my dear disciples."

"You have much to learn from me."