Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"Then good luck in finding someone who has the knowledge and expertise to cure you, city lord." i turned around and before my hand rose to reach the door, a chilly voice touched me first.

"You seem to forget where you are right now, my dear Shaman." this was not good, i felt it in my bones.

I looked back and the vision i perceived had my eyeballs melted out of their sockets.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed in agony.

This crazy bitch!

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"What are you doing?!" cunt... i roared after i felt the pain ravaged my being.

Though i did not add the last word. HAHAHA! i was not yet suicidal enough to invite further affliction unto myself.

"Why? Aren't i a good host, Shaman? I'm only giving back what's due after all your despicable conditions beforehand. Did i hurt you that much?

I reckon you need more incentive for me to be a worthy host in your presence." her words were filled with venom. This fucking lunatic was just hiding beneath the pleasing wool of her exterior.

FUCK!

"So that's it? Because i simply want something much for my service, you would adhere to the means of the strong. In the end, you are but a mere bully and nothing else, city lord!"

I replied with clenched teeth. The burning sensation hasn't left me even with the nanobots restoring my flesh with each passing moment.

"Whine, lament and everyday dreaming. That is the retort of the weak, my dear Shaman. You will cure me or you shall know pain beyond what you can imagine."

Her threats were real as i felt the oncoming onslaught of the rising temperature.

1700 degrees celsius

2000

5000

I dared not asked the computer on what height this battle suit could contain my body fully in its safe sheaths.

"Enough! Tell me about the curse. Let me see if i can help you first. If not, then do to me what you will. I wouldn't care much at that point after all."

I stalled for time and looked at the deceitful beauty before my eyes. Even with my eyeballs restored, i could behold nothing but her angelic mien and none of her veiled violence.

I wondered if all women cultivators were as crazy as this one. I shivered when i wished of fucking this kind of woman just mere minutes before.

"Then don't you want to take a seat, Shaman?" the little devil smiled abundantly at my exposed reluctance. What a sucker! I could rewind time and all but that would render me empty of my prize.

I needed to squeeze all i can in order to have a bargaining chip if ever only death awaited the route i took this time.

"Thank you, city lord. But i'm fine as i am." the memory of my balls burning were still deeply tattooed on my mind right now.

And i was not a fool to taste that unforgettable misery anytime soon.

"So where do i begin? Hmmm." the city lord asked playfully. She assumed the stance of a queen in her domain and i offered nothing to contradict her in any way.

Just shows how honed my acting skills were. HAHAHA!

"Tell me all about it, city lord. Leave no details out." i stood tall and affected the air of an expert which i was truly not. No matter. Reality was what i pretend for it to be.

Let the truth remain in me and no one else's.

"Okay then... It all began when i..." and thus, the tales started.

69 minutes later...

It was the same old sob story of a sore loser and the winner who took it all. She was the object of envy and someone finally acted out to lash at her clear path to greatness.

Jealousy was definitely not a thing to be scoffed at. It enticed the most innocent hearts and riddled even the most sagacious of minds no matter what world one belongs to.

"Why have you singled out this lady. Ah... Tanya... as the culprit behind the curse?" i asked my umpteenth question.

"Tanya and i have been great competitors in the sect. Even before Magnus' apparent affection for me, she had always wanted what i have. And besides, she is the easiest suspect of them all.

Tanya belongs to the Lucien Clan." the city lord directly in front of me recalled with such certainty.

"Okay. You said select parts of your body grows rotten on the 15th of each month and gives off a repulsive smell. Which parts exactly?" i asked again to prolong my supposed to be treatment on her.

"Do you even need to ask, Shaman? Why don't i fry that slimy tongue of yours? I'm sure you will heal me just fine without that part of your body." and she took offence. HAHAHA!

"Ehem... It is not purely based on my curiosity, city lord. I need to know about the infected areas so that i can examine them myself."

I put my left hand atop my chest and leaned slightly backwards to show an indignant posture. How can a good old doc like me have such dirty thoughts? This was totally about science and nothing more.

BLAZE!

The fiery embrace of this hot room rose once more and i even felt breathing flames into my lungs.

If not for the support i got from the suit, i reckoned the water in my body would have entirely evaporated all in a single intake breath.

"Do take care of your mouth, Shaman. One unnecessary word and you're gone. Please remember that you are not the only healer in these lands."

The city lord adequately reminded me as she stood before my eyes in nothing but the caress of crimson. The remaining vestiges of her garments scattered as ashes in this visceral image of perfection.

She was a true work of art and nothing could really mar her physical qualities. This woman was indeed a favored daughter of heaven.

Well if not for her impulsive behavior and sadistic personality, she would have actually been flawless. But i guess she can't have it all.. Tsk tsk.