Chapter 791 Chapter 791 An Empty Grave
It only took less than 3 minutes for our bored gar to reach to top of this world. A supre being that could demolish the lands and seas with a re flick of his fingers.
From zero to hero rely lasted this short span of ti. Any other soul would have jumped in joy and glee but alas, there was no excitent to be seen in Clark's face.
"Show my character sheet, Nancy." Our bored gar said.
"Affirmative, host." And the system Nancy replied.
"DING!"
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Na: Clark Colter
Cultivation: God of Heaven
Inventory
Hint: The user can get stronger with every step he takes.
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"Just another grind in this long tireso ga." Our good gar comnted dryly.
With the cheat in his hands, he just strolled here and there in order to net him the pinnacle of strength in this world. A practice like this was simply unheard of!
"Hmmm... Shall i start then?" He said after a breath. Clark then raised his hand and conjured sothing out of nothing.
"DING!" Multiple shadows converged until it has taken the shape of a horned demon.
The being was ten feet tall and the inky muscles that covered his form spoke volus about the violence that it could unleash on its foes.
There was no doubt that this shadowy summon could stand supre above trillions of people in this world.
"It's just sad that this thing could not think for itself. Saying that it has a peanut sized brain would have been too generous indeed." Our bored gar sighed in disappointnt.
He could of course instill a portion of his consciousness into this construct of darkness but Clark was too lazy to mind such trivial things of conquering an inch of space on this cultivation world.
He had seen this picture countless tis already and so he could not stomach to experience it again one more ti.
"Go and find the strongest influence in this world. Further instructions shall follow." Clark said towards the dumb creation he made.
"BANG!" The shadow demon knelt and then disappeared in one quick motion. Our avid gar was of course not dumb to let his summon have free rein in its actions.
"Let the demon only kill those people with red tags above their heads, Nancy."
"And be sure to leave the leader alive. I would want to have a capable minion later on." Clark instructed his very capable system cheat instead.
Although Nancy was limited in her powers but she could always assist him in a simple guidance quest such as this one.
"Affirmative, host." Nancy replied.
"Very well then. It's ti for to leave this hell hole for good." Our bored gar said as he looked at the hot dreary place one last ti.
Although he was not the real Yun Che but he saw everything that happened to the poor luckless man.
But that did not an that Clark would exact revenge unto those that enslaved the Yun Clan. Tragedies like these were happening every ti.
This was nothing new to an extrely old soul like our very own protagonist. In the end, Clark could only wish for Yun Che to have a better roll of the dice in the next life that he would get.
"DING!" Our good gar vanished from where he stood.
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The morning ca and the natural flow of the mine continued unimpeded. It was not until in the afternoon when a commotion finally arrived in the vicinity.
"Where the fuck is the old man?!" An angry voice resounded in volu. It was the administrator of this place nad Bo Yong.
Although Yun Che was only a dying old man before but he knew from experience that incidents like this would likely bite him in the ass soday.
It would only take one mistake from slave managers like him and then it would be their turn to toil in the mine themselves. Thus, Bo Yong could simply not allow for this mishap to linger.
"Find that fucking old man for ! NOW!" The slave manager Bo Yong roared once more. Alas, the day bore no fruits for him and his n.
"What shall we do now, boss? Shall we report this matter to the Fang Clan?" A henchman asked in a fearful whisper. This man was a slave himself before and sucked his way up into the ladder.
Now he enjoyed the benefit of being one of the lapdogs of Bo Yong.
"That old man is dead. Are we clear?" Bo Yong said after a while. If he would admit his mistake to his masters then that would an that he would also lose his head in the process.
It was better to hide this blunder for as long as he can.
"We understand, boss!" The n around Bo Yong got his point quite easily. They knew how the Fang Clan worked and rcy was practically nonexistent in their book of words.
"Dig a grave and throw so animal bones inside." Bo Yong added. He did not know where that old man was but he would at least keep appearances in order to hide today's disaster.
"Will do, boss!" The gang around the slave master Bo Yong nodded and went off to do what they were ordered.
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Redmont City.
"Ahhhh... A familiar yet unfamiliar place at the sa ti." Clark said in the open. This was the city where the Yun Clan had once stood tall amongst the masses.
Alas, less than a century later and only a select breed of n and sinners could rember the Yun Clan in all its past glory. But this ant nothing towards our bored gar.
He freely sauntered forth in his rugged and stinky clothing as if it were the best garnts of kings and emperors alike.
It did not take him long to find a good place to park his mighty ass in all its idleness.
"Give the best food and liquor in the house." Our bored gar ordered the mont he found an empty table in sight. Unfortunately for him, only a deafening silence answered his bidding.
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