Bored Gamer in Other World

Chapter 534 - 534 The End

Our bored gamer sighed and then proceeded to duel with the Orc Warlord using his true body for the first time.

His body disappeared in a gush of wild wilds and he materialized a few meters from the enraged orc leader.

It was obvious that the Orc Warlord was already using all of his abilities to their utmost limit but alas, it was simply not enough in front of our very own protagonist.

"DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE FOR ME!" The Orc Warlord roared and his form blurred into countless afterimages.

His big body danced with his cursed sword and it looked like there were 5 Orc Warlords who besieged our good gamer at this time.

Unfortunately, every single attack was dodged easily by Clark. A full minute of this play passed and it was then that our bored gamer has adapted to his current strength.

The next move was of course checkmate.

"DING!" A dull sound echoed in all directions as our avid gamer caught the evil sword with one hand alone. The Orc Warlord tried to pull his weapon out but it was to no avail.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

"BOOM!" The Orc Warlord raged some more but such an effort gave him nothing in return. He looked fierce and deadly in the massive greenish aura that formed around his body.

But it was all looks and no real power to back it all up.

"You have been blinded by your greed. But I thank you for your arrival." Clark smiled gratefully.

If not for this orc army, who knows how long it would take for him to reach the last and final cultivation base in this realm.

With no more thing left to do, our bored gamer did not prolong the agony of this poor soul.

"BANG!" Clark's other hand threw a slow punch but in this turtle punch, the Orc Warlord could already see his death. He let go of the cursed sword in his hands and tried to make a run for it.

Unfortunately, it was all too late for this mad orc.

"PUCHI!" Our bored gamer had no problem at all in catching up to his fast prey. His left hand was soaked in blood as it totally destroyed the entire chest of the Orc Warlord.

A huge hole of nothing replaced what was once flesh and bones.

"TAP!" The Orc Warlord's tenacity was strong. He was successful in uttering his last words in the final moments of his life.

"You are... no... human." The Orc Warlord grimaced in pain before he closed his eyes for an eternity.

"DING!"

"You acquired 5,000,000 download points, host." Nancy's voice echoed in the backdrop.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

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The slaughter did not continue at this time since Clark merely went on the defensive. If he would wish, he could kill these billions of orc kin with just one punch alone.

But our bored gamer did not like to exercise senseless slaughter in his old age. He went for the root of the matter instead.

"DING!" Our bored gamer raised the evil sword and held it as his own. A breath later, terrible whispers assailed his head.

"Do you want power?"

"I can give that to you."

"Do you want women and riches?"

"I will help you..." The tasty lure of words continued. Any lesser man or beast would have definitely succumbed to these temptations but not our bored gamer.

His will was already hardened by the countless tribulations that he has had to overcome. A mere weapon spirit was trash before our very own protagonist.

"CRACK!" The handle of the cursed sword almost shattered. The dent it left behind would have scared every weapon enthusiast in this world.

One should know that relics like this level 10 sword have become too few and rare for anyone to possess.

"Release these orcs and free them from this madness." Clark threatened unto the bent sword on his hands.

"..." The evil sword acted like it heard nothing. It was just sad that our bored gamer was not one to waste his time on trivial things.

"CRACK!" The unlucky sword broke into half.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" A maleficent roar echoed in the entire world.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

"STOOOOOPPP!"

"I will serve you from this day and for all of time, master!"

"Please just spare me!" The weapon spirit inside the sword begged but alas, this kind of tactic did not work on our good gamer.

One should know that billions have already died because of this wretched spirit.

"CRACK!"

"CRACK!"

"CRACK!"

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Clark did not stop until the entire sword became tiny metal fragments on his hands.

"DING!"

"You acquired 1,000,000,000 download points, host."

"DING!"

"You acquired 1,000,000,000 download points, host."

"DING!"

"You acquired 1,000,000,000 download points, host."

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A series of prompts followed next which surprised our avid gamer. This evil sword must be collecting the souls of the fallen in this battlefield.

To what cause?

Perhaps it will never be known at this time since the sword spirit has experienced true death the same as its master that was nowhere near in this world already.

'Show me my character status, Nancy.' Clark requested when the notifications finally halted.

"Affirmative, host." The system replied.

"DING!"

Host: Clark Colter

Cultivation: Ten

Techniques: Shadow Illusions (Level 10), Orc Physique (Level 5), Passive Healing (Level 5), Augmented Speed (Level 5), Eyes of Revelation (level 4), Water Manipulation (Level 2), Stone Physique (Level 2), Invisibility (Level 2), Healing Hands (Level 1), Flight (Level 1), Eagle Eyes (Level 1), Metal Skin (Level 1), Basic Mind Control (Level 1), Ant Summoning Circle (Level 1), Magic Shield Mastery (Level 1), Spear Proficiency (Level 1), Sword Proficiency (Level 1), Axe Proficiency (Level 1), Earth Manipulation (Level 1), Fire Manipulation (Level 1), Wind Manipulation (Level 1), Living Vines (Level 1), Shatterproof Shields (Level 1), Detoxification (Level 1), Poison Breath (Level 1), Telepathy (Level 1)

Download Points: 20,031,824,992

'Twenty billion download points and some spare millions!' Clark could not help but grin at this time.

But when he remembered what number this represented, he had to replace a happy face with a somewhat solemn expression.

This was the majority of those who had fallen and died in this pointless war.

"AHOOOOOOOOO!"

"AHOOOOOOOOO!"

"AHOOOOOOOOO!"

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Several breaths later, both joy and tears were seen on the poor orcs that were enslaved to fight in this useless campaign.