134 Chapter 134 (1/2)
Clark felt like something very tangible and real inside him was about to go into a catastrophic explosion and he could neither do anything to stop what was about to happen.
”NOOOOOO! DON'T!”
”BOOM!” A handsome teen's figure broke into the distant space in search of something, anything that he could vent his interest on. He arrived at a world teeming with hapless mortals.
The boy was about to unleash true fire into these pitiful humans but a timely rescue has woken at least a part of the slumbering ghost from within him.
”FUCK ME! STOP, YOU FOOL!” Clark was practically screaming inside him as he had no control over his faculties at the moment.
He tried doing all that he could possibly think of but alas, he failed over and over again in his endeavors.
Our good gamer was akin to a noisy passenger to his own body as his True Body was moving without a will. On auto pilot and like a mindless zombie in the apocalypse.
Luckily for our helpless protagonist, the zombie body that was already out of his control heeded his call somehow. This has of course sparked some hopes from within our bored gamer's heart.
”GO THERE INSTEAD!” Clark roared once more and without another question or pause, his body disappeared swiftly into the void once more.
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In a secret realm, hidden deep in the folds of reality, a crippled man nursed his torn limb unto his body.
At one glance, it could be seen that he had already connected the tissues, bones and flesh into its proper place but how can a damage that was inflicted by a True Immortal be that easy to cure.
There would be unseen dangers indeed and at an instant scrutiny, it would render the damaged arm at least half of the power that it used to have when it was still healthy and in one piece.
”It seems that i really can't catch up with you just yet, Twilight Moon.” The crippled man uttered and this was of course none other than the old and ugly Daoist Drunken Monarch.
He was seated in a lotus position and was focusing on getting rid of any spiritual essence that ran amok inside his body.
This was not of his own doing but an insidious parting gift from the little loli from before.
”Someday i will have you under me and ride you until i get tired of your...”
”BANG!” The old man was not able to finish what he had to say because a blatant visitor had come to break into his refuge and used no subtlety at all in his advent.
He was about to do his usual tricks of clever evasion techniques but how could he match the peerless agility of our bored gamer?
A long dark spear was brought into the fray and without ado, motioned to skewer Daoist Drunken Monarch like a pig for the occasion.
Deep inside, Clark could only gather a silent conclusion in how this entire crazy event would result for him.
He could only assume that this was probably one of that hateful god's allies and was about to prevent him, or his unresponsive body for that matter, from slaughtering the carrier of a god's Soul Fragment today.