Our bored gamer smiled and looked up to spy on the war that has been ongoing for more than 9 months already.

At this time, there have been lots of casualties on both sides but the monster race took a larger toll than the human alliance.

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This result was of course inevitable since the Divine Oracle Jasmine Gomora's protection was not at all an infinite one. Her energy reserves were bound to get depleted sooner or later.

"It seems that heroes swarm in existence no matter which world I arrive." Clark was pleased as he witnessed the struggle of the human evolvers.

He paused for a precious second or two to look at his character status once more and could not help but notice a very obvious lack in this level up.

"Do I not get an innate skill today, Nancy?" He asked towards his handy system.

"Negative, host." The system replied.

"I see. But I don't think it matters much either since I already have the major tools in conquering this realm."

Our good gamer mused and this conclusion had given him a happy frame of mind at this time.

Nevertheless, he still needed to check one final thing before he could go out and begin his conquest.

"If I use everything in my power right now, do I have a chance of killing that level 10 existence in this universe, Nancy?" Our avid gamer queried.

"Negative, host." Nancy replied in a sad voice. Clark was not at all disheartened in hearing this answer. He knew that it was extremely hard to jump levels in a fight.

One can only imagine his ability today of killing a peak level 9 master without even standing up from his seat.

Alas, to slay the one and only level 10 power in this realm was a whole different matter entirely.

"Hmmm... But I can survive and defend myself against that old monster, right?" Our bored gamer wanted to have some answer on his assumptions.

One should know that the skills and techniques given by the sign in system were all of them top tiers in this world.

To put it into perspective, even a level 10 existence would be in awe to see just one of Clark's cultivation manual and secret techniques at this time.

This was how op the sign in system cheat was.

"Affirmative, host. Although you may find some difficulties in dealing with that person but if you play your cards well, you have almost an 89 percent chance of surviving a battle against that level 10 expert."

Nancy supplied and her voice was encouraging at least.

"Thank you, Nancy." Clark nodded and did not waste anymore of his time in staying here.

Even if he could still refine the remaining dragon meat but it would take him a long while to reach the higher levels of monster cultivation.

"Gate Open." Our bored gamer murmured and an entrance through the void opened up before him.

Since his true copy body clone was here to accompany this Astronian camp, he knew that he could freely work on his plans without any worries whatsoever.

"DING!" Clark walked into the portal and he vanished from this place thereafter.

"DONG!" When he materialized in the world once more, he was already standing on an endless turbulent ocean. This would serve as his first spot in conquering one world of this realm.

"Kneel." Our bored gamer only whispered the word but all souls that lived upon the face of this earth heard him loud and clear.

* * *

In a training field somewhere in the world, 2 good monks stopped their practice in confusion.

"Did you say anything?" A monk asked.

"Nope. Did you?" Another monk answered in fear.

"I said nothing. But did you hear someone said kneel?"

"Yes, I did! Did you?"

"Same. Who the hell was that?"

"A ghost perhaps?" The monks looked around in query but they found not the source of the voice in their ears at all.

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Similar things were happening around the globe at this time. Some were taking open challenges unto the one who broke their peace at this time.

"Damn you! Whoever you are! You should be the one to kneel before us!"

"You fucking damned spirit! You have no power over here!"

"Come out if you dare! I'll make you borrow a dog's face when I'm done with you!" Myriad of reactions were felt but everything would be changed when a full minute elapsed after the fact.

"I said KNEEL!" Our bored gamer spoke again and this time he released the entirety of his cultivation.

Although he was a mere level 6 monster but the spiritual pressure that he exuded was absolutely terrifying.

A blood red manifestation surrounded his form that made him more devilish than what his demon mask could have ever done unto his audience.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

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Several knees graced the very spot they stood upon a breath ago. An irresistible force held them down from their former lofty positions. This was happening all over the world.

* * *

In the Wizard Continent, a young man with a burning staff on his hand laid in his own blood. He tried resisting at first and even paid handsomely for his boldness.

Now the once burning staff was cut in half as its last flames tried to sparkle another life cycle for this broken weapon.

"No one and nothing shall shame me like this!" This young man was of course none other than the Wizard King.

He roared in pain and attempted once more to rise from the heavy bondage over his shoulders. Alas, it was a futile endeavor to begin with.

"BANG!" A mightier pressure landed on his form which broke not a few bones in the aftermath. The unwanted coercion endured until an entire hour and no more.

"To those who are still not convinced with my power, stand up so that I can send you on the final road that you will take in this life."

Our bored gamer's voice rang again and he waited for a full 10 minutes before enacting the finale.

"Farewell." This was the only word that Clark made before countless heads toppled to the ground all at the same time.