And what happened next was too bloody and violent to put into words. It was horrendous to say the least!

Merely 10 minutes passed inside the dungeons but that alone felt like an eternity unto the poor Marvin. He was conscious all the way throughout the ordeal.

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"Take us back." Clark said after he had done his masterpiece for the night.

"Are you sure Player Clark Colter? Your opponent is still alive. Should you continue with your request then the result of this dungeon battle would be considered as a draw. You will not have any winnings nor get any kind of loot as a result." The Dungeon Spirit reminded.

"I know." Our bored gamer nodded in understanding. The prizes that he will get in this dungeon and even the rankings of fame and infamy was mere ashes in the wind in his eyes.

They mean nothing at all.

"Dungeon Battle Result: Draw!" The Dungeon Spirit announced and a few breaths later, Clark's surroundings changed once more.

He was back again inside the mansion of celebration in San Francisco City. Same as the last time, everyone looked at him in shock.

But more than before, there was fear and uncertainty in his spectators' eyes this time.

It was like they were looking not at a handsome naive man who did not have the strength to truss up a chicken but unto a devil personified in the cloak of a dashing don juan.

It was truly a surreal experience for everyone in the party.

"Take him away." Clark was the one to break the stagnant air around them and...

"THUD!" A series of falling bodies echoed alongside his wishes. Both the private forces from the Victoria and Blake Family crumpled on the floor in disgrace.

But between them, there was one group that took the hit much worse.

"Young Master Marvin!" It was a woman's voice who shrieked in disbelief. This was of course none other than Marvin Blake's personal bodyguard.

The one who had briefly engaged with Karen some minutes prior. She could not believe how her young master had turned out to become this way.

Gone was the noble stance and the vigor of youth. What replaced Marvin's guise was a complete mess of a sad soul.

He had lost 2 ears, a tongue, a pair of eyes, and even his third leg was not spared. It was mercilessly cut out from the picture.

Even his balls were crushed in tonight's unforgettable occasion. After having gone through such lengths of torment, it was extremely astonishing to see that Marvin still had breath in him left.

This was of course because of his strengthened body with a 31 player level and how our bored gamer exercised what he learned in the eternal torture chamber.

Clark was absolutely very familiar with taking and inflicting horrible pain and punishment.

Marvin would most definitely survive this harrowing tribulation. With a capable healer, all of this physical damage would be regrown anew.

Even cancer was already very much curable with a handy healer in tow. Alas, the mental trauma that Marvin experienced in this evening was a whole nother matter entirely.

He would have to live through this psychological scar for the rest of his life.

"What are you all standing there for! Carry Young Master Marvin quick!"

The woman screamed to her subordinates and could only wish that she would have to face only minor consequences in tonight's aftermath.

After all, the enemy was beyond her power to handle. She did everything she could but knew that this was a hollow excuse in front of someone like Thomas Blake.

'Should i just go away and disappear from here?' This was the last thoughts of the woman before she was totally out of the picture. She walked away in hurried steps.

"Next." Clark said after the broken body of Marvin was escorted out of the room.

"..." And then there was only silence which answered him. No one was stupid enough to try after the great handiwork of cruelty that visited their eyes in the last few minutes.

Everyone could not imagine how our bored gamer did what he did, given that he was a mere level 10 player.

Alas, nobody was brave to ask the how and why about this very curious question.

"I guess that the fun is finally over. Or should I say that it has officially just begun." Clark smiled and the party was forced to resume on its tracks. Food and drinks were in abundance.

The music flowed to accompany the dancers in the middle and in no time, the rowdy bunch of friends set the night on fire.

It was only especially funny that almost everyone in the room was intentionally avoiding a particular spot in the scene.

That was of course the table on which our very own protagonist was seated. They valued their peace of mind rather quite extensively at this very moment of time.

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"You seem silent, Father in Law. Let me guess what you're thinking right now. I'm an amazing young man and I have a future that knows no limits, yes? You should be proud to have a future son in law in me."

Clark noticed how Bradley Victoria was looking at him in a strange way. Not only him but Amber and Uncle Steve were also doing the same thing.

Karen who was in another table was same as the crowd of newly indoctrinated believers.

Since they had already seen the light, they were trying very hard to process this fresh fact into the equation. And truth be told, it was truly not easy at all.

Especially with the usual antics of our bored gamer, painting him in another shade other than being an empty headed braggart was absolutely tough!

"I guess I should be comforted that you still have that glib mouth of yours, Clark. Some things just don't change even after you finally show your hidden talents.

Welcome to the family, young man!" Bradley Victoria smiled as he had a 180 degree change in how he looked at our avid gamer. In a flash, Clark was not that hopeless after all.

"I live to surprise, Father in Law. Here. Let me serve you with another toast." Clark said and poured a decade old Sauvignon wine on Bradley's glass.

"To Amber's happiness!" Clark cheered.

"To Amber's happiness!" And the rest on the table followed him in line.