Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

"What kinds of cheat did you have?" I assumed a positive answer based on the previous response of the big fool.

"It was an storehouse cheat. It was a place where I could exchange goods available in my previous world in order to get points to purchase the overpowered commodities in the system store.

Some here had more amazing boons. But others were also given strange ones like the Fuck System. But other than that, what we had basically functioned more or less the same.

How about yours?" Margareth replied usefully.

"Well, it was more like an item and techniques shop. A lot like yours really."

"I see."

"How long have you been here, Margareth?"

"More than 6 years already." she responded and made a faraway look into nothingness. The memories of her past triumphs was still strong in her.

WEAK!

Who would believe a benevolent giver and assume that such gifts were lent without something in return.

FOOLS!

That was only seen on movies and fairy tales. It has no place in reality. I mused as I observed her actions with keen eyes.

"That long, huh."

"Yes. The first who awakened among us is here for more than two centuries already. And she still hasn't aged a day." Margareth informed me and purposely lowered her voice on the last sentence.

"I see. Shall we sit, Margareth?" I said when I noticed that my knees got weak all of a sudden. Seems like all that standing for 200 hundred years had taken its toll on me now.

"Sure, Damon." And we continued to chat amidst the intense heat but thankfully, the floors were freezing cold and it did help a bit in coping with these drastic opposing temperatures.

Though my balls got iced in the process but it was something that I could live with.

1 and a half hours later…

"Thank you for your patience, Margareth." I bade in parting as I squeezed out what information I can acquire from her. This bitch was really useful.

If ever I could get out of this place, then I would definitely bring her with me. Not in payment for today's help but to taste the forbidden fruit that she offered in aces.

The woman was pretty much an embodiment of beauty. And by looking at the bulls on the room, I was also quite confident that I took the part as a perfect example of masculinity.

I found a corner near the capsule that birthed me. The bitch told me that the bodies we possessed right now had been inside this room since time immemorial.

Or at least that was what she got from the earliest witness of this whole mystery. And to be clear, her name was not Eve but Ella. Close but not quite the same.

I sat and closed my eyes to examine the changes inside my body.

After another run at my status, the strength I got from the system, the techniques and items I'd attained through the eons, were indeed all gone.

Tsk tsk.

Oh well, they were good while they lasted. But this was within my expectations.

I focused once more and called on the cultivation techniques which I created and mastered to suit my own purpose in precaution of any eventuality, especially this one.

And what I got had almost forced a smile on my face. Not only that, I even had the urge to laugh out loud like I used to in the first millennium of my age.

But I was not the same man anymore. I had already risen above the mundane and learned to guard against the very system that had aid my ascension to the apex.

After the first thousand years of existence, I hid my emotions and thoughts inside a part of me where not even that canned voice could ever hope to spy on.

"Am I the only one who had the prudence to think this far ahead?" I asked myself as I saw the calm demeanor of my doppelgangers and peers. But no matter, all that is shall be revealed sooner or later.

All I have to do now was take my time and catch all I can get in the new reality I was in right now. Was this perhaps another universe? I wondered.

But if that was the case, then I guess I would have to make another set of harem for my daily needs in my journey to regaining the strength that I'd lost.

The millions of pussies I had in the past were all exceptional.

And I was not going to lower my standards for anyone or anything. After all, what was life if not lived to how I want to? It would be nothing but a sorrowful deception.

Of a life inside a bottled wish… against that of one fulfilled… with no regrets and what ifs.

* * *

8 days quickly passed and on the eve of the ninth, a new change finally broke the monotony of our situation.

I took a bottled water out from the hidden compartment in the side of the wall and drank greedily on it.

It tasted very invigorating to my parched throat as the temperature this time was so hot that my balls felt like constantly being fried between the legs it hanged from.

And what was more astonishing was my smell. I now stank like the rest of the crew because the water inside this prison was only intended for our consumption.

The moment we, as little as wash our face with it, the liquid would become immaterial right before our eyes.

We can see that it was there but it would become devoid of its physical qualities within this fold of existence, exactly like an illusion.

I wanted to do a test on it at the start using my ace in the hole but held my curiosity in fear of any unforeseen consequences.. Now was not the time to take risks, particularly because I could no longer return to life if ever I was killed in this place.