Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

After 10 minutes past, our bored gamer has already harvested enough download points to reach the next level in his cultivation.

"DING!"

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Host: Clark Colter

Cultivation: Three

Techniques: Orc Physique (Level 3)

Download Points: 1469

Inventory

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This was the information that was displayed in the character status of our good gamer. But Clark never did use his resources yet since there was really no need to do that for now.

The strongest enemy before him were only level 2 orcs and those were located far beyond his current position.

And even if these silver armored orcs monsters besiege him now, our avid gamer would only have to cut them with his big axe and all of them will follow the legion of dead that he has already skillfully delivered to the gates of Hades.

Clark was also wise since he stayed close to the high walls of the city. He has adequate support from the mages above him.

The owners of this city was not dumb to let anyone more powerful than a level 2 orc create risk at their very doorsteps.

And so our bored gamer continued to be a force of nature in mortal's skin. He visited death unto anything he passed and chose to stick to his game plan.

One hour quickly elapsed and then another hour followed. Most of the human fighters had their adrenaline rush well spent at this time.

What merely held them in place was pure will and undying hope to survive this tribulation.

The weak ones were already gone to meet their makers and the stubborn remained to live another day.

"OOOOOOOORRRRRRR!" Another two hours of ceaseless war were added into the count and a huge horn sounded at this time.

The call was obvious and pretty much thunderous in normal circumstances but alas, all the participants in this war may have been half deaf a long time ago simply because of the loud roars and battle cries in both humans and orcs alike.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" A downed man was about to get decapitated in place but the orc axe stopped mere inches from his neck.

The slave orc over his fallen body looked into the distance and without ado, slowly marched back into the horn's direction.

The human group of the equation was gasping for breath and no one shouted a joy of victory amongst them.

The billions of orc slaves retreated until they disappeared in a wake of dust and slippery blood. What remained were the scattered corpses of both races.

If the dead could form a mountain right now, they would have no doubt reached the heavens by their numbers alone.

The human casualties were in the few billions at least while in the orc side, they have only suffered a couple of millions in their ranks.

The discrepancy between these two races was absolutely astronomical!

"Unholy Conjuring." A sad female voice echoed in the battlefield and a great spectacle followed thereafter.

The dead bodies along with its separated limbs and gory meat paste slowly dissipated from view. The same thing happened to the blood that drenched the lands with a full crimson color.

Before long, there was nothing left but only the cracked earths and discarded armors and weapons of the fallen.

The ugly face of this earth was more than enough evidence of the carnage that has befallen earlier.

The one who cleaned up in the aftermath of war was of course none other than our very own Magus Silvana.

She left without saying anything else and she did not even have the heart to look at the blank stares of the human survivors down below.

Another Magus took her place in the high walls. This one was a man in white mage robes.

"Grand Healing of Body and Soul!" This High Magus roared and in his voice harnessed the power of life and faith.

"BANG!" A golden light descended on the billions of mortals which healed their physical wounds and afflictions. Even their exhausted souls were replenished to a whole new brilliance. A sad man who was cut in half at the waist who was already at the last straws of breathing ushered into a miracle and became whole again.

The man could not decide whether he would cry or laugh in consequence. He had come from the first world summoning and had survived in these lands for more than a month already.

He was already tired beyond comparison. This senseless war has taken everything that he held dear.

"You must have several questions."

"Eat for now and all your queries shall be answered after that." The Magus Healer from above said and whispered another spell thereafter.

"DING!" Countless baskets materialized before every survivor. The thing hovered in the air as if awaiting for its one true owner to redeem it.

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"A great show." Clark grinned and without ado, reached for his particular basket nearby. He opened it and saw only an empty surface inside.

"Nothing?" Our bored gamer murmured and checked with his bare hands.

There was no more blood on his hands and even the shower of red rain on his body and clothes was gone as if they never existed in the first place.

"DING!" He felt something hot inside and pulled out the contents in no time. A breath later, Clark was now holding one piece of delicious fried chicken.

"Interesting stuff." Our avid gamer approved and then sat down on the ground without care. He ate to his fill and grabbed some more items from inside the magical basket.

If he wanted water, he would get it. Same with wine and other products.

"It's a pity that this mystical basket could not bring high grade meat and wine for me." Clark shook his head since what he got was only the most basic natural food in mortal life.

No magical beasts or immortal wine aged in the millions of years.

"AHHHHRGHGGGG!" Our bored gamer burped and it was then that a folded letter dropped on his lap.