Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

The ground shook and the landscape was rewoven. Even the multitudes of sword bodies were thrown into disarray.

But what was curious was this outer spectacle of disruption wasn't even felt by the thousands of occupants inside the Demonic Sword Sect.

Within the vaunted domain of the sect remained a picture of serenity and calm. Nobody was ever disturbed nor had knowledge of what transpired on its doors.

This showed well enough on how extremely effective the defensive formation of the sect was as it did what it was intended to do in the first place.

It shielded its occupants from within its firm sanctuary but the same could not be said to those people who were tasked to man the gates to begin with.

"Who is so bold enough to cause ruckus within the territory of the Demonic Sword Sect?!" an old man roared in anger.

His name was Geng Bo, the Elder assigned to guard the gates and fetch any would be recruits of the sect.

He was about to take an afternoon tumble with one of his captured women but this disturbance has resulted in him getting delayed to do the deed in time.

It was of course very uncomfortable to hold his lust in. And this old goat definitely hated every time a problem like this occurred.

"Stay there, woman! Wait for me to come back and I will take good care of you from now on."

The old man passed his words to a half naked lady who shivered in fear at one of the corners of the room.

Tears were dripping on her lovely face and it was clear to see that desperation has eaten at this woman's soul right this very minute.

"BANG!" the doors of the chambers were thrown open wide before it closed once more in the next breath, leaving behind the shattered spirit of a fine young woman. 

"What's happening outside?!" Geng Bo asked towards one of his men when he arrived at a grandiose hall that looked as vast and archaic as time itself.

Huge ancient swords decorated the place and in contrast to the scenery outside, this one was designed to please the eyes of anyone lucky enough to grace these epic halls that was protected by the defensive formation of the sect.

Within the spacious structure were more than a dozen people all in sect uniform. Dark robes with distinct sword insignia on its sleeves. 

These juniors were still at Mortal Shedding Realm and they really could not do the task entrusted upon this old goat himself.

'Why hasn't the sect delivered the flying swords I requested for this new batch of fools?'

Geng Bo sighed deeply. He had been waiting for almost 3 months and the supplies of the sect has yet to arrive in his hands.

'Is the rumor true that the sect master is close to a breakthrough in his closed door cultivation and that's why he's eating up the resources of the sect for himself alone?'

'No matter. That doesn't concern me at all. I will leave that to the higher ups and mind my own business for now.' Geng Bo mused inside.

"We don't know, Elder Geng Bo."

"A fresh fish has come perhaps?"

"Yes, yes. I witnessed the shadow of a big sword earlier!"

"It's a signal for the arrival of new recruits, Elder Geng Bo." Four has chosen to speak up from the collection of tamed juniors.

"PAK!"

"PAK!"

"PAK!"

"PAK!" Alas, they only got a not so gentle slap from their efforts.

"FOOLS! I KNOW THAT ALREADY! Do you think that i'm stupid like the lot of you idiots?!" Geng Bo chastised his men. Little things like this gave him immense pleasure in his old age.

It did not need saying that this aged goat was quite the special man who took joy by inflicting pain and suffering unto others.

'This will serve as a good reminder to all of them.' Geng Bo left as he was once again proud of his masterpiece.

His form vanished to leave behind the 15 bruised, bleeding, and broken bodies of his subordinates.

"Now let me see who these impatient guests are." The Elder of the Demonic Sword muttered. His form flew with amazing speed even without the use of a flying sword.

Geng Bo was already at Peak Stage Foundation Establishment Realm. This much ability was a norm for someone like him.

Down below, it can be seen that an enormous building grew smaller and smaller until nothing more was seen of it the farther Elder Geng Bo took flight into the distance.

Two minutes later and Geng Bo finally arrived at his destination. He saw six people on the ground. Two men and four females.

But his eyes were particularly enamored by the presence of the two noble ladies in the front.

"Greetings, I am Elder Geng Bo of the Demonic Sword Sect. May I ask the names of..." Geng Bo tried to speak after his feet landed on the comforts of the ground once more.

Alas, he was not given the chance to complete his thoughts at all.

"You are late." a voice interrupted the bad Elder. Geng Bo looked for the source of the outrageous voice and found himself looking at a handsome boy in pink cultivator's robes.

"HAHAHA! You have the guts of a tiger to say these words to my face, boy! Do you know that I hold much power within the ranks of the Demonic Sword Sect?

A single word from me and your experience inside the sect will surely be more unbearable than the hottest abyss in existence.

Apologize now and i may perhaps give face to your family and promise to take good care of you in the sect. For a price that is."

Geng Bo openly admired Wan Fei and Ning Xi and he was not the least bit subtle about his intention at all.

Even the thinly coated words never held any respect whatsoever to Clark and his party.

It was not strange at all for some of the hidden families to send their kids towards the Demonic Sword Sect. More often than not, those that do come here were exiles of the clan.

They may have invited the disfavor of the clan and that was why such dreamers sought asylum inside the sect.

They would get the time and chance to get stronger but more than that, they could also get the strong backing of the sect once they proved their mettle within the arduous training and tribulations that challenged them on a daily basis.

A few years of hard and tedious cultivation and a hero shall come out to return to the clan with power and honor.

'HAHAHA! I have arrived at this old age and seen how many times this had happened in the past.'

'There is no doubt that this boy is the same as the thousands of banished nobles that came before him.'

'And these two lovely ladies are perhaps the last few experts that gambled and believed in this boy's future.'

'This will be good for me and my boys indeed!' Geng Bo grinned suggestively at the mother and daughter pair.

"So what shall it be? Are you two ready to make the greatest sacrifice for your young master's sake?"

The lustful Elder from the Demonic Sword Sect continued. Whether they say yes or no did not matter at all.

'Since these bitches have come here in person, they will not escape my expert kisses and loving.'

'And to think that they also brought along another pair of mortal women in the basket.'

'HAHAHA! This is truly a good day!'

'I think those fools will quickly forget the beating i gave them if i let them have a taste also of these four women.' Geng Bo was lost in his fantasy and he was rather certain of his catch already.

There were only 3 cultivators in his midst. The boy was at 4th Stage of Mortal Shedding Realm while the delicious women were at 5th and 7th Stage respectively.

Even with his eyes closed, he could just as easily disable any single one of them. They could try to attack together and charge at him but the same ending awaited them all.

"You must have been living the good life so far, old man." Geng Bo heard the words of the wretched boy once more.

He had totally expected for one of the women to answer him but it was unexpected to hear the boy speak once again.

The nameless junior remained calm through it all and it was indeed a disturbing surprise that Geng Bo never expected to see. 

Elder Geng Bo looked at the women's faces and same as the boy, they all appeared unperturbed in his presence.

The more mature woman even had a slight smile on her beautiful face.

'What's going on here?'

'Did i miss something important?' Geng Bo ignored the boy's words. He scanned the area with his spiritual sense instead but found no one else hiding behind these unknown travelers.

'Am I being too suspicious for nothing?' The Elder of the Demonic Sword Sect concluded with this question in mind.

He was a seasoned veteran who has killed countless men and women in his heyday. Thus, he was absolutely not a fool.

"Are you done searching for a ghost, Elder Geng Bo?" Clark smiled as he uttered the name of this old goat for the first time.

He would have spared anyone else who would have exercised respect in his front but to blatantly tease his women, it was an unforgivable sin. And the reward could only be death.

"HA! You think you can bluff your way out of this boy? You're a thousand years too early to do that!" Geng Bo laughed provocatively.

The group was clearly alone and there was no hidden master to save them today.

"One last laugh for the road. You are lucky, Elder Geng Bo." Clark whispered.

"What do you m..." Geng Bo heard the soft words just fine but that was all he ever did in consequence.

"WHOOSHH!" a strong wind was summoned from the elements of nature. It was so unbelievably fast that Elder Geng Bo was not able to react at all from the unforeseen attack.

He stood there frozen in time. The right side of his body already gone with that single kiss of the wind.

Blood dripped from the open wounds and before long, the remaining husk tumbled towards its final fall.