"SOMEONE HELP ME!!!" Clark ran while drawing attention to himself.

There were of course many onlookers nearby but after they saw the 2 dozen menacing guys at the heels of our bored gamer, only a stupid mortal or a brave hero would come to the rescue at this time.

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Unfortunately for Clark, no stupid nor brave came to his aid. This was not surprising at all since nobody wanted to attract trouble at their doorsteps.

Nevertheless, our good gamer never lost heart as he continued to run for his dear life.

'I'm almost there.' Clark thought while he tried his best to flee from the scene.

Just around the corner and he would have gotten sight of the nearest Empire Police Station and that would save him at least for a day.

There was no doubt that he would have succeeded also through mere adrenaline rush and pure will but alas, something stopped our bored gamer's plan from coming into fruition.

"PUCHI!" The sound of tearing flesh was strong and true. It was an audible aftereffect that our very own protagonist has grown quite familiar with over the untold years that he was alive.

What was astonishing was how he did not feel any pain at all in the aftermath. Still, Clark could not save himself from the eventual fall next.

"BANG!" Everyone witnessed how a fatty stumbled on the side of the road. Cars stopped and its occupants gave worried glances towards the fatty.

Some would have wanted to help but they stayed on the spot when they saw 24 big men who surrounded a downed fatty in their midst.

'A magic arrow?' Clark looked at his right leg and observed the blood that oozed down his torn pants.

'Only a flesh wound. I won't die from this luckily.' Our bored gamer almost smiled but was wise enough to act fearful instead.

The wound never hurt but he still needed to play like it did in order to not expose his cover towards all eyes that witnessed his demise.

He pulled a handkerchief from his pockets and tried to tie a knot around his leg but with how fat his body was, the poor hanky failed to complete the quest.

'FUCK ME! This is not easy at all!' Clark complained inside. The next thing he did was open his bag and got his P.E. uniform.

This time however, our good gamer was successful in wrapping his wounded leg with the shirt.

With this hurried first aid done, Clark was certain that this body would not just drop dead without sufficient cause.

After that, our avid gamer then addressed his would be kidnappers in the scene.

"Who are you people?! I don't remember offending any of you!"

"If you go back now, I will forget that this thing ever happened!"

"And I won't report you to the Empire Police! This is my promise!" Clark said to the big men around him.

He did a check and was happy to see that everyone of these people were humans who had no abilities whatsoever.

Unfortunately, our bored gamer also knew that there was fucking assassin out there who can throw magic arrows without his detection.

As it was, Clark was really helpless to match swords against this foe.

'And i don't even have a sword on me to begin with!' Our bored gamer could only lament inside as he waited for the reaction of these paid goons.

"You should have known better than to touch my girl, you oily mongrel!" A young man's voice echoed from out of nowhere.

In the next breath, a familiar face loomed above the fallen figure of our good gamer.

"Jake Hansen?" Clark whispered when the boy appeared.

There was a sexy figure of a ripe young woman behind him and from the looks of it, she was not happy with her brother's actions at all.

"What?! Are you talking about Luna Klara?"

"Are you dumb or something? Can't you see that she's just toying with me?"

"No one in her right mind would fall for a handsome guy of my caliber."

"Especially not the Untouchable Princess of Clayton High!" Clark wiggled his way out of this predicament with reason and humor but sadly, Jake Hansen appeared not amused in the least.

"A pig like you does not have the right to utter her name." Jake Hansen said in a voice filled with dislike.

It was obvious that Jake treated our bored gamer as if he was nothing more than an insignificant worm on display.

"Pull out all of his teeth and cut off his fat tongue. Just make sure that he does not bleed to death once you're done with him." Jake Hansen ordered his men.

"The contract did not include cutting off tongues, Mister Hansen."

"It was only to beat up one fat student named Caden Stone."

"Nothing more, nothing less." The leader of the bunch spoke up for them. They were professional contractors and not mindless brutes after all.

"I shall triple the pay. Three million empire crowns!" Jake Hansen replied.

"Then consider it done, Mister Hansen."

The leader smiled and there was an evil gleam in his eyes as he gazed at our very own protagonist who can only sit on the side while this was happening.

"You heard Mister Hansen. Go get him boys!" The leader gave the command and the scene turned into chaos in a flash.

A group of big grown up men with an overabundant set of muscles to bear crowded towards a helpless fatty in his lonesome. What was funny was how shocked everyone was in the next moment.

"Where did the pig go?!"

"Where is he?!"

"FUCK! He was just right there!"

"How come he disappeared all of a sudden?!" The 2 dozen men were looking at each other and around them with absolute wonder on their collective faces.

"Space Warp." A sweet female voice echoed gently in the place. One moment more and two figures could be seen above the heads of the masses.

One was a fat and wounded young man while the other was a woman with a brown cloak and hood on her body.

Nothing can be seen on her person but only her voice which told quite clearly of her gender and nothing more.

"Gwen Landor, The Void Paragon of Northstar." Jake Hansen muttered in awe.