Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"Summon all the disciples to the arena." Sect Master Ren Zemin sent her command via spiritual sense unto a particular elder of the Profound Delight Sect.

It has been one day since she last talked with our very own protagonist and she was now doing what was asked of her.

The Sect Master would have wanted to come in this journey with our bored gamer but alas, she was denied this honor.

A sect master's job was to hold the fort inside the sect and not wander about to parts unknown. At least this was Clark's opinion on the matter.

"I understand, Sect Master." The sect elder replied after a brief pause. This elder was of course none other than Elder Tang Kong.

She remembered that something like this happened a few months prior and so she has fears that the same tragedy would befall upon the disciples of the sect.

In the end, Elder Tang Kong could only bite her lips and swallow the protest down her throat.

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No more than an hour had passed and the sect arena was filled with more than 200,000 souls inside.

But contrary to the usual vigor in cultivators, there was a sense of doom in all the disciples' faces at this time.

"Are they going to send us to our deaths again?!"

"Does this mean that those 10,000 lives are not enough to fuel their war and greed?!"

"FUCK THEM! They would have to drag me in chains before i will go in this suicide quest!"

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Some of the disciples could not bear but show their true feelings right now.

One should know that when the sect inquired about the well being of those 10,000 disciples, all they got as a reply were the words...

"They fought bravely and died as heroes for the cause of justice!"

This was nothing short of a joke unto these disciples. Thus, the majority of them had ill feelings about this so-called war against evil.

A few minutes more and one of the major characters of this plot joined the scene.

Same as the last time, she appeared to be walking in the sky and slowly stepped down onto invisible stairs that only she could see.

It did not take her long to stand before the disciples of the Profound Delight Sect.

"Your disciples greet you, Sect Master!"

"Your disciples greet you, Sect Master!"

"Your disciples greet you, Sect Master!"

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A booming chorus of 200,000 voices arrived thereafter. The familiar looks of lust, adoration, and awe that these disciples used to wear was gone for the moment.

What replaced it were the obvious glances of trepidation and dismay. This was of course not lost in the sharp senses of Sect Master Ren Zemin.

This was the reason why she decided not to make this affair long.

"I know that you are discouraged by what has befallen unto your friends and family." The beautiful Ren Zemin started without ado.

"I feel the exact same way you do. But..." Ren Zemin's soft voice grew harder at this time.

"...this is the fate of the weak. We could only bow down before a stronger influence or face extinction as a consequence. Use this experience well and may everyone of you strive harder.

Be diligent in your training and cultivation. Else you won't even know how you died in the future." The Sect Master stopped her speech.

She could see that most were very much unwilling to accept this kind of existence. This brought her hope. Ren Zemin smiled.

"As you have guessed already, the sect will have to send another batch unto the Limitless Sword Sect. All I want are volunteers.

Anyone who joins this expedition will get 50,000 spirit stones." The Sect Master said. This was the same condition and rewards she offered in the first batch of disciples.

Although the Limitless Sword Sect has indeed summoned them to send more cannon fodders but Ren Zemin chose to delay.

She would have waited for an envoy of the Limitless Sword Set to arrive once more and hoped that it would take years before that happened but alas, our bored gamer's appearance in the sect nullified this strategy.

"..." Only silence answered the invitation of the Sect Master.

"TAP!"

"TAP!"

"TAP!"

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More than a dozen breaths elapsed and not one soul stood up to accept this suicide mission. They had known better this time around.

One should know that the first batch was quite excited to get on an adventure of a lifetime.

They dreamed about honors, fame and riches upon coming back to the sect but alas, no one returned from the journey. They all had empty coffins at their funeral.

"This seems like a fun thing to do. Count me in, Sect Master!" A jolly voice broke the dead air. This was of course none other than our very own protagonist.

"Legacy Disciple Bu Fang!" The disciples shouted in their hearts. They could not believe that such an important talent in the Profound Delight Sect would freely volunteer himself to death.

"..." Ren Zemin merely nodded.

"I will also follow my husband, Sect Master!"

"As do i!" Ye Xinxia and Mu Ningxue said one after another. Three souls walked side by side and entered the arena.

"Fairy Ye and Fairy Mu!"

"It would be a shame to let those beauties die in vain!"

"Tsk. Tsk." Many disciples shook their heads in depression. This was especially true unto the men who have lusted after the sexy bodies of our good gamer's wives.

But they were not fools to follow these fairies down unto the road of no return. In the end, they could only pray for a swift death unto this party of three.

This brief excitement immediately died down in the next seconds. It would take more than 5 more minutes of silence before another brave soul signed in on this very fatal escapade.

"I will fight in the war, Sect Master!"

"But before I go, I only have one request." A disciple in a green sect uniform asked. It was clear that he was only an outer court disciple based on the color of his robes.

"Speak." Sect Master Ren Zemin replied.

"I want to give those 50,000 spirit stones to my family back home."