Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

Everyone had an illusion that their throats had been pierced alongside the sudden disturbance up above.

"HOLY SHIT!" A man in the audience could not help but feel his neck with his hands in order to check if it was still intact at this time.

This man's actions were mirrored by countless people more in the vicinity. They could not understand what happened and this was the most dreadful of all.

The unknown was truly feared by many. Perhaps the most stunned of them all was the old man in the air.

'I'm still alive?' The old man almost stumbled to the ground. He dropped for an inch or two before he caught himself in time.

If he had really fallen down then he would become a laughingstock unto all who knew him in consequence. Alas, this was not the most pressing matter at this time.

"BANG!" The old man winked out of existence only to materialize in a funny position down below.

"Please forgive the offense of this blind junior!"

"I have eyes but failed to see your Excellency!" The old man begged and prostrated without shame. One should know that this old man was already in the Tribulation Realm.

He has lived for approximately ninety thousand years and therefore knew the mystery behind the attack earlier.

It was something that he could not catch at all since it has already gone beyond his current level.

'The one who shattered my grip has used the laws of the world!'

'I can't believe that my son has offended an Enlightened Realm Senior!'

'I should report this to the sect at once!' The old man panicked inside.

From the Tribulation Realm to Enlightened Realm, one needed only to learn at least 1 law of the world to achieve this step.

Judging by its name, a cultivator has to have a fortuitous enlightenment and epiphany to be able to reach this realm.

But seeing that this old man has expended most of his life in seeking at least 1 law of the world, it was obvious that getting one was as hard as scaling the heights of heaven itself.

This was of course not unnatural since going against the will of heaven was extremely difficult to begin with. One should know that these laws were sometimes called the 3,000 Great Daos.

It was said that any one of these Great Daos could lead to the peak and would then make a cultivator step into the path of the Immortal Realm.

Unfortunately, no one in the 4 continents has achieved immortality since time immemorial. It was as if the way towards immortality had been blocked.

'I just hope that this Senior will be lenient in his punishment today.' The old man wished after he sent a message through his spiritual sense unto an Elder in the Dark Dragon Sect.

"If i had been weak, i would no doubt fall to your wrath earlier."

"Tell me, do you think that I have the heart to forgive you of your crime?" Clark asked in the comforts of his carriage. The old man sighed and slowly stood up from where he knelt.

He had a premonition that this will be the end of the road for him.

"I understand, Senior."

"But before i go, can i please have one selfish wish?" The old man bowed low afterwards.

"Say it." Our bored gamer accepted the last obsession of a dying man.

"I hope that the senior will forgive my Du Family."

"Please let my death be the end of this grave misunderstanding." The old man prostrated once more and knocked his head 3 times into the ground.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!" The ground shook with the intensity of this homage. This old man was of course the father of Du Feng. His name was Du Yimu, a 10th Stage Tribulation Realm Expert.

Although he had many many sons and daughters over the years but losing one hurt all the same.

This was why Du Yimu charged in here to skin the culprit alive but fate had another play at his expense. It seemed like he was the one instead that was about to bite the dust in the end.

"Consider it done." Our avid gamer's voice echoed softly inside the luxurious vehicle.

"Thank you, Senior!" Du Yimu knocked his forehead 3 times into the ground once more before he stood in all readiness. He took a deep breath and a vision of fatality visited his countenance.

As a 90,000 year old monster, Du Yimu was of course not reconciled to his face.

If he had to die today, it would be him fighting with his fist, teeth and nail even though he knew that there may be no hope left for him.

"Please excuse my audacity, Senior." Du Yimu bowed deep before he exploded in a haze of spiritual vigor.

"A bold warrior to the end. At least this man is worthy enough to take on the name of a true cultivator." Clark praised the actions of the old man.

If not the big red tag on top of the head of Du Yimu then our bored gamer would have forgiven this old soul to live another day. It was only normal to take revenge for one's loved ones.

Unfortunately, the truth made a glaring contrast to the hopes of our very own protagonist. Du Yimu has accumulated a lot of sins in his ninety thousand years of existence in this world.

Same as all the men, women and monsters in the field.

"Grand Wyvern Ritual!" Du Yimu roared and a golden serpent expanded from his diminutive form. Its body was huge!

About 2,000 feet in length which dominated the heavens in but a flash.

The people on the ground were mesmerized for a precious second or two before their leaders woke up from the dream.

"Open the defensive formations at once!" Most of them had this particular response while a few others reacted differently.

"Run..." A whisper echoed.

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" Then a deluge of shouts replied in panic.