"VROM!"
"VROM!"
"VROM!" A cool luxury car revved up loudly for 3 tis before the engine died in the next. A breath later, the car door opened to spit the fat figure of our bored gar.
He did not wear any school uniform whatsoever but only the usual casual attire at this ti.
It can be said that this was one of the good perks of college students against their younger high school counterparts.
Clark was not shy in his money and spent expensive branded clothing on himself.
With his one hundred long tour inside the library of one very stubborn little baldy, our bored gar was not anymore timid in showing off his gains from that forced vacation.
He believed that as long as no one would know that he was a clone harpy monster rather than a simple human, he would not trigger the restriction that would kill him off from the face of this world.
"Master!"
"Master!"
"Master!"
"Good morning, Master!"
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There were about more or less 20 intellectuals waiting in the parking lot of the university.
This was a huge portion of the sect already since they originally numbered a little over a hundred while they were still in Clayton High.
To this, our bored gar could only smile at his disciples insistence on the unreal.
But since this was a great way to forge lasting friendships between like minded individuals then our avid gar decided not to disband the sect at this ti.
"My disciples are all polite."
"Co, let us all study the dao texts hard so that we can get whatever we want soday!"
"Immortality? A trivial thing."
"Won? We shall conquer them by the hundreds!"
"Fa? Our nas will ring in the four corners of this universe!"
"Riches? Your master has already hoarded a fortune before you!"
"Show your dedication and I will grant whatever wish you have." Clark did his impromptu teaching to his 20 disciples.
"We shall strive hard, master!"
"We are willing to go through fire and water, master!"
"No hurdles can bar our way in order to learn your grand teachings, master!"
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The 20 nerds pledged near impossible vows at once. And when they were done, one soul joined them at this ti.
"Master!" Everyone looked at who the newcor was and then all of them were stricken dumb by the vision that they encountered.
A few feet from them stood a man that could only be painted in the cinemas. He was tall and had buffed features that could entice any woman he desired.
A deafening silence shrouded on the scene before one of the geeks nearby recognized who this person was.
"Ben. Fucking. Turner?" The geek asked and cursed at the sa ti.
He could not believe his eyes at all but he knew that he was not wrong in his charge since he and Ben had been best friends in high school. Perhaps the closest there was.
"Aye. It is , Nep." Ben nodded and waved a hand towards his long ti friend.
"How in the world did you beco like that?!"
"We just saw you yesterday and you were... still like us." A pair of young n said one after another and there was obvious envy in their eyes.
The two would give anything just to step unto Ben's shoes right now.
"It was all because of master's kindness."
"Thank you so much for this great opportunity, master!" Ben did the humblest act he could offer. He kowtowed in place and his forehead touched the dusty surface of the parking lot.
One can only imagine his shock earlier when his vision turned into a perfect 20/20. This was the reason why he had no more thick glasses on his face right now.
Ben Turner would never again suffer the disrespect of being called a 4 eyed dweeb. But more than that, the physical qualities and changes that happened to Ben was absolutely stunning!
He tried lifting a 60 pounds weight in the school gym earlier and it felt like a feather in his hands. Ben tried to use a lone finger to carry this enormous load and the sa result happened.
He could only learn the many changes of his body slowly in ti. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be t with a myriad of surprises later on.
"Oh? You an this thing?" Clark withdrew a spirit stone from his inventory.
"I told you before. This is nothing but re candy." Our bored gar said and put the priceless item into his mouth.
He could taste the pure gift of energy flow down his throat and unto his big belly but he did not pass out during the ordeal.
No radical changes also happened to his person since his clone body was limited to beco a mortal in physical prowess.
'But it seems like this spirit stone is a high grade item.'
'And to think that i have 1 billion of these things.' Clark smiled as he evaluated the vast changes that occurred on the body of Ben Turner.
"B – but how can i explain what happened to , master?"
"The last thing I rembered before I was transford into this body was taking that white piece of candy into my mouth. After that, nothing."
Ben Turner was confused even as he was still kneeling on the hard ground.
"Whether it was a candy or not, real or a re illusion, it does not matter at all."
"What matters is what you do from now, Ben. If i hear that you are using these gifts in nonsense then..." Our bored gar paused and gently tapped his foot on the ground.
"BANG!" A sudden earthquake graced the place and several feet of concrete and rocks just vanished beneath our bored gar's fat body.
"I can easily take what i have given you." Clark ended with this line and decided to stop this exciting interlude here.
"POP!" A gentle bubble burst and ti seed to rewound itself to a perfect parking lot with no damage whatsoever.
"Master! How did you do that?!" The sect composed of geeks and nerds exclaid in unbelief. They looked at our bored gar with utmost awe and shock on their faces.
"Simple. It's called magic. And if you look hard enough, you can find that I used smoke and mirrors in my illusion." Clark replied and began walking away from the scene.
But in his disciples eyes, he looked no less than a living god, breathing and dwelling amongst them. So tried to look for mirrors and invisible strings but found nothing of the sort.
"Co along now, my dear disciples."
"You have much to learn from ."
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