Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"Congratulations, Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098! You have returned or died three times. Your omnipresent maker has seen your valiant efforts and decided to give you a boon.

You may choose one from the list of abilities. Good luck and may you continue to serve the master with great fervor!" Before my eyes were the selections I was rather acquainted with.

Acquired techniques:

1. Point Flux – access granted

2. Wisdom of the Sage – grant access?

3. Unbreakable Body – grant access?

4. Heaven Divide – grant access?

5. Eternal Eyes – grant access?

6. Elemental Dominion – grant access?

7. Shattered Image – grant access?

8. Quintessence Shift – grant access?

9. Holy Mantras of the Daoist – grant access?

...…

I counted more than 20 unlocked techniques and the thought of picking one among these overpowered skills brought an uncontrollable laughter from my belly.

"HAHAHA!" I laughed out loud for the first time since meeting this cunning bitch. The heavens had finally heard my plea and gifted me a way out of this old cunt's tight passage.

Time for payback, my dear city lord. HAHAHA!

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"Master Clone! Get control of yourself!" I heard the good Sister Roselyn's reprimand from the side. She was really a keeper.

How good would it be to have such a caring loved one in my rise to power? HAHAHA!

"Please let us in on the jest, Shaman?" the city lord also looked at me like I was crazy. But I took my time and exulted in my victory for more than three breaths.

"There's nothing wrong, city lord. I am just very happy to see the honored ruler of this city on my first day of visit in Silentcrest. I reckon that you have need of my service.

Please let us not tarry in this place any longer. The needs of the patient come first after all." I answered after the moment of joy abated a little.

But deep inside I was still jumping for the prize that I got from my maker. Since he was watching my every movement, then let me show him an unforgettable spectacle that was worthy of his excellence.

"You are right in your assumption, Shaman. A close friend of mine has need of your service. Come." The city lord may have changed some lines this time but in the end, she remained as aloof as ever.

Someone who stood above the rest and treated us, mere mortals, beneath her feet. Not worth a thing but only gauged upon what we can do for her and threw nothing back in consideration.

A true attitude of a bitch indeed. HAHAHA!

"You seem distant, Shaman." The cunt commented while we rode on her majestic carriage. This was the first words uttered from within the fast transport because I meditated in full at the start of the trip.

With my eyes closed in concentration, one would suspect my actions as a good show of patience and maturity.

But in reality, I was just busy scrutinizing the extent of the 29 techniques available for my selection. I read and reread each descriptions in hope of finding the greatest ability of them all.

"Excuse my indifference, city lord. But I take it a habit to conserve my strength when I can. I did spend a whole day healing the sick and the afflicted." I replied succinctly.

"I understand, Shaman." Was the city lord's reply and from then on, the silence that accompanied our travel, returned once more.

"I choose this one." i said in my thoughts after I felt the horses arrived to their destination with the seizure of its motions.

"Are you sure, Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098? The choice cannot be reverted after you say yes. Please choose wisely." A cold voice answered.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Congratulations, Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098. The technique is now added on the unlocked section."

"Now time to get this play running." HAHAHA!

"Are you not curious why I brought you here, Shaman?" the bitch asked me when we set foot upon her cultivation chambers. This was one room which brought a lot of fond memories for me.

"Of course, my dear city lord. You ask me here to wipe fresh that rotten pussy of yours, correct?" I answered with a serious expression.

"You dare say that to my face?! You insolent worm!" the bitch freaked out which was within my expectations. HAHAHA! The taste of flame washed over my body once again.

It seemed like this woman had an intense hate for body hair for no apparent reason as she repeated the cycle of erasing every fiber of hair on my skin.

"Hmmm. That feels nice. Give me more of it, city lord." I said after the red fuming embers was sucked clean into my body.

Deep within me, I felt the sudden surge of power which was absent from a second before.

I stamped a soft foot down and the cerise markings on the floors dimmed until that too, went out of existence.

"What are you? To be able to consume an Elder Dragon's heart within breaths, you are not a no named Shaman. I am Iris of the Aine Clan, an inner disciple of the Crimson Flame Sect.

Who are you?!" the city lord attempted to pacify the condition down yet still managed to appear a haughty cunt in the end. What a talented woman. HAHAHA!

"Me? I'm Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098. Get ready for a beating, old witch." I responded as I felt endless fire elements gather inside my body.

The power I devoured was extremely huge that I could not fathom how many million times I got stronger from that single sip at the source of this room's radiance.

"BOOM!" the figure of Iris crumbed with only a moment's stare.

It scattered lifelessly into dying flashes of light until the essence of the flame summon floated swiftly into my own, then completely disappeared as it touched my robed form.

"So that's where you're hiding." I muttered as I scanned the memories of the assimilated flame summon.

"BANG!" the roof melted neatly before I could even reach five meters from these hindrances and after two breaths, me, myself and I was gone entirely from the scene.