Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"From where did you get your information, Shaman? Does anybody else knew about it? Did Tanya send you?" three questions in a row. I could tell that the city lord was alarmed about all of this.

"I have the gift of prophecy, city lord. To give credence to my words, I can see that we're going to your home and deeper, into your chambers which has the same precise markings as this one."

I produced a paper and lent it to the woman who sat opposite of myself. We were now freely travelling and the sight blurred in the windows of the city lord's carriage.

"Very well. If you could divine what happens in the future, tell me about mine."

"The shadow of death looms over your body, city lord. If you were not cured in the next 5 years, then the curse will rot your whole body into a shameful demise. The private parts are only the beginning."

I gambled from this point on.

"Tanya told me I had ten millennia more." I heard her whisper.

"Would a killer announced her entrance unto the victim? You were fooled, city lord.

It was nothing but to give you a false sense of hope so that when the end finally comes, it would be all the more tragic for you and your family. From this alone, you could see the character of your foe.

I have nothing tangible about this Tanya. After all, you should be the one who could judge her for what she truly is and what she's capable of." I said as eruditely as I can.

"Yes. Tanya would be evil enough to really do as you alleged. Can you cure me, Shaman?" the lovely city lord queried in a hushed voice.

But within it were the echoes of a barely concealed hatred. There was a story there. Something more than what she initially stated.

But I cared not for her life's tale. I was only here to find a way out of this hard situation and nothing more.

"I can… But you would need to pay a price, city lord."

"What is it? Wealth and riches? Say it. And it shall be given!"

"I want access to your vaults, city lord."

"Done. You can have anything you fancy at first light. Help me get rid of this curse and you shall be appropriately rewarded, Shaman." The eyes of the city lord blazed with zealous anticipation. 

I could see her plan her revenge within those twin bright orbs. This was definitely not a woman to mess with. HAHAHA!

"You mistake my wish for riches, city lord. What I want is to peruse all your cultivation manuals and secret techniques.

Be it from the Crimson Flame Sect and any collection you currently have or has power to get your hands on. Promise me that and I can heal you right here and now, city lord."

My words ended in tune with the slow movements of our transport until it totally halted its tracks in front of a magnificent structure.

"You have my word, Shaman." The city lord said but I just continued to gaze at her as if waiting for further assurance than mere words.

I wished I was knowledgeable enough if they have blood oaths, sealing bonds and such mystical ways they can't turn their backs upon.

Do they perhaps have some sort of binding contracts like in the world of my master? I pondered. HAHAHA!

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"I need more assurance than that, city lord. Who's to say you won't renege on your promise after I've done my part in our deal. And worst, kill me to silence a witness in this whole misfortune.

Forgive me for my impudence but I am only securing my continued existence in this world." I proclaimed as I looked intently in the eyes of the woman before me.

She was still ostensibly calm at this point but I dared not imagine what hid behind this wicked witch's façade. I was quite sure at this moment that this was the flame summon in all authenticity.

The true body of the city lord was maybe concealed somewhere else within this city and perhaps even out there in the vastness of this wide extensive world.

"You are very nigh from death yourself, Shaman. I think you can forecast that yourself. Please choose your words carefully from now on."

"Or else what, city lord? You'll torment me? Is that it?"

"Close but not quite. I have other means to make you talk rather than the barbaric ways of your imagination, my dear Shaman."

"Do it then and we'll see how much information you can get out of me." This was my last calm words before I shivered in extreme heat instantaneously after.

"If that is so. Then please excuse my rudeness, my dear Shaman." HAHAHA! There was really something wrong in this woman's head.

"Thank you for the invitation, my dear city lord. But perhaps another day. Farewell!"

At least I had thrown the last words before the scene rearranged themselves with a simple command using my thoughts.

"You still have one more patient left to see, Master Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098." Here we go again. HAHAHA!

I chose this part in my history because of my laziness to waste time in rehashing what was done. If I was a little more hopeless than what I already am, I would have returned back to my ten years in space.

But that would solve nothing and get me nil of progress to show my master. And that particular creator was nothing but an aggregate representation of kindness and leniency.

The memory of my recycled kin ran clearly in my mind even to this very day. That horrible scene gave me waking nightmares every time I recall it with vivid clarity.

"Greetings, City Lord!" Sister Roselyn was the first one to react and properly treated the newcomer with profound respect.

But at this time, an unexpected change occurred that deviated from the three times I relived this moment.