And so because of this, our bored gar idled until the end. He rely waited for his shadow clones completion of its quest before he began resting even more until the very end.
* * *
Several million years later, everyone could see a golden throne high above the sky. This was the sa throne that had conquered countless souls already. And yet it had more worlds to visit still.
Amidst the kneeling masses in the scene, the owner of the golden throne remained passive. He knew that he was about to embark to another adventure any mont from now.
And that was exactly what happened in the next breath.
"My ti here is done. I’m ready when you are, partner." Our bored gar whispered in the wind.
"DING!" And just like that, he and the golden throne vanished from this face of reality.
A notification sound lingered eerily in this particular universe.
"Power Systems Conquered: 46/50!" To what they could an, only our very own protagonist was privy to its details.
* * *
A cold corpse was drifting in the harsh rivers of chaos. One mont it was still and in the next, it gasped life giving breaths in quick successions.
The dead body opened its eyes before it imdiately recovered from the shock of the elents.
More than that, a pink color of health began to shine on its face to give hint of more life and promise.
"You have grown quite creative once more, partner. I’m impressed." Clark praised in full. His body was slowly traversing the heights of the sky as if he was the king and ruler of this domain.
The river that drenched his body also disappeared in re monts.
Before long, he arrived in a hot desert sands which would have lted any human in sight. Its surface was even hotter than the sun in comparison.
Alas, our bored gar walked as if he was visiting his garden in the palace.
He moved unaffected but the sa could not be said to his clothes which has now evaporated into nothing due to the effects of this extre heat and blowing flas.
"Naked yet again. You’re making an exhibitionist all of a sudden." Our good gar chuckled in amusent.
He gathered his wits about his current strength and it did not take him long to realize that he was not weaker than his strongest state to date which begged the question about his true purpose in coming to this present reality.
"Nancy?" Our good gar asked and sent an important question through his mind towards his most handy system cheat.
"Affirmative, host." The system Nancy replied and then a new data began to appear in the next instant.
* * *
Na: Clark Colter
Cultivation: True Immortal
Inventory
Additional Quest: The user has to stay in the 10 Realms for a hundred trillion years before the user start his conquest.
* * *
"So that’s your play. You want to kill with boredom. You’re really sothing else partner." Clark had to sigh in helplessness.
Just when he thought that the end of the journey was nigh, this hurdle had to co slap him square on the face. It was truly an unexpected hitch.
"Then let at least enjoy my stay here." Our bored gar shook his head as he accepted his unwanted predicant.
He continued his walk until he found the first sign of humans in his path.
* * *
Soaring Immortal Sect. This place was an honored righteous sect in the Burial Ground Province.
It might be considered as a big elephant in this part of the world but in the grand sche of things, this sect was a re no nar.
They had beco insignificant after their founders had transcended beyond the gates of immortality.
The only redeeming factor to their na was how they had produced one Immortal Emperor in the bygone past of their glory.
"Look! There’s a naked young boy coming this way!" A shocked teen called to his friends and co disciples.
They were all of them outer disciples in the sect and were here to provide guard duties to the spiritual plants in the mountain.
It was because of this job that they had chanced upon the lone traveler under this hot furnace of the day.
"Are you lost, little boy?" One of them asked when the 2 parties got closer.
Although they were almost the sa age of 18 judging by their physical appearance alone but our bored gar’s thin and smaller stature made them underestimate him to say the least.
"Fuck! Do you guys see what I see?!" Another voice intercepted before Clark could even open his mouth to answer. It did not take them long to spot the big elephant in the room.
All of them were eying the lower appendage of our very own protagonist. The sleeping dragon remained its huge stance even on its dormant state.
Everybody feared what it would look like if it would beco full with blood and sen. They could not help but gulped in terror.
A girl would die if it was pierced by such a gargantuan weapon of mass destruction.
"I wish to borrow so clothes if you have them. I do not take pleasure in so many people most especially boys taking asure of my stock." Clark grinned but hid not a thing about his gifts.
He knew for a fact that not all n would be lucky enough to have this imposing handle on themselves.
They could wish to the heavens though but the heavens were famous for its cold approach.
"Here." Another boy offered a set of clothes knowing not why he had done so.
Our bored gar dressed on the spot and was then garbed in matching sect uniforms as the dozen hapless souls around him.
It was a daoist robes of plain white which depicted well enough of the station of everyone in the scene.
"That’s more like it. I think that I could stay here for a long ti." Clark made an impromptu decision which bewildered the disciples in place.
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