And indeed, our bored gamer has done everything according to plan after that.
He rose to power with the use of his almost instantaneous learning via his True Body cheat where he could practically pause time and space at will.
Any training and technique seemed insignificant to this epic detail. As such, Clark only spent 3 short months to conquer this xianxia world as his own.
There was really no challenge with such an op cheat in hand.
"Done, partner. Take me to the next challenge." Clark smiled as he was sitting on an august golden throne. Before him were a sea of people.
Every single on of these mighty souls were kneeling in place to pledge their allegiance to our good gamer, their conqueror and present ruler of this world.
'This is too easy!' Our avid gamer grinned wider as he awaited for the clay brick's response.
He has expected that he would be carried away from this dimension and return to his home world Earth just like last time but what came next has absolutely stunned our very own protagonist.
"DING!"
"You have received a new message, host."
"Shall i open it for you?" Nancy notified all of a sudden.
"A message? From whom, Nancy?" Clark was surprised to hear this change since this was the first time time that this has happened with his op system cheat Nancy.
"The sender is simply named as Partner, host." Nancy replied promptly.
"Let me see the message, Nancy." Our bored gamer said and he had a dark intuition that he would not like what he will see next. Alas, not only women can hold this famous skill in tow.
"DING!" Another soft notification rang and a message from the clay brick hovered before the eyes of our bored gamer.
"Congratulations in conquering your 2nd world! You have done well and has even exceeded my expectations. This day should be a great event for joy but since you have to resort to cheating just like in the 1st world... then you leave me no choice. There will be a small price to pay for this. Good luck, partner! May you learn to follow the rules this time."
"What price?" Our bored gamer muttered after he had read the entirety of the message. It did not take him long to know the answer to this particular question.
"FLASH!" Clark's soul was taken away by a huge and irresistible force. He was back in soul fragment form in an instant. And directly before him, a scene was happening in real time.
* * *
"Am i cursed or just plain unlucky?" a boy sighed and drew a self depreciating smile on his face.
It was already 6 months into his freshman year in college and he still has to get his first girlfriend.
Not that he could complain at that particular field too much because he knew full well how pitiful his standards were compared to his normal peers in school.
He was thin and looked sickly. Some girls he approached even abhorred him at first glance.
Without even getting the initial pitch out for a relationship, the boy was always outright rejected then and there.
"Looks like my fate would not be any different this time around." the boy released a deep breath and touched his ugly face swollen with bumps filled with pimples.
He had many hurts in life but he particularly remembered the bullies that ran rampant in the university. They were very keen on looking on who to pick on.
Of course these lowlifes would not abuse the rich and the powerful. No, they were much too bright for that.
These mongrels that took strength in strength by their so called groups, fraternities, brotherhood, or whatever the hell they termed it, always zoomed in on the weak and helpless.
As such, this boy has already suffered 6 months of bullying and countless laughter at his expense, same as the years before.
"Nothing ever changes." the boy almost cried on the spot.
"Do you want to have strength?" a whisper came unannounced.
"WHAT?!!!" the boy jumped down from his bed and immediately went for the switch nearby to turn on the lights.
Silence abounded as stable guiding radiance illuminated the otherwise ordinary bedroom. The space inside was small and it was barely considered a good room in any case whatsoever.
It appeared more like a man cage than any other. Not like the boy has a choice on the matter since even rent on this particular living space was considered steep in his opinion.
The boy was used to substandard things and this was of course not wholly restricted on his own pitiful choice of room at the moment.
"Must have been my imagination..."
Sigh!
The boy was about to turn off the lights once more and...
"Tell me, child. Do you wish for power?"
"FUCK!" the boy jumped and would have already burned the doors in his escape. Unfortunately, he was held static in place as if a giant hand alighted on his dwarven body to captivity.
"DAMN! Now ghosts have also joined the fray to make my life even more miserable! What LUCK!" the boy thought within.
"Pfft!" He tried to shout for help but could only get this unimpressive sound in the end.
"I AM INDEED CURSED!"
"You shan't have to fear, child. I bear no ill will towards you. Instead, i bring you a gift." the voice sounded again. It was male and an old one at that.
Too old, the boy judged.
"What do you want from me?" The boy asked after he calmed down a bit. This was of course true when he realized that he had regained control of his faculties at the moment.
Nevertheless, the boy's figure did not leave the comforts of the single door at his back.
If at any moment the situation turned for worse, then he had hoped this near proximity of the exit would afford him a hasty escape.
Alas, this same stubbornness in spite of burden and suffering was what fueled this boy's existence up to now.
Those bullies and life's challenges had only made him strong and not weaker.