Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 1077 Tidy

From that day onward, there was no one in Heavenly Immortal City who didn’t recognize the name Clark Colter. The moment he had revealed himself, the entire city had been shaken to its core.

Whispers spread like wildfire, rumors growing more exaggerated with each retelling.

Some claimed he was an ancient immortal who had lived since the primordial era, while others believed he was a reclusive deity merely disguising himself as a mortal for amusement.

Regardless of the speculation, one fact remained undisputed—Clark Colter was not someone to be trifled with.

No one dared to offend him, not even in the slightest. The fear that gripped the city’s inhabitants was absolute, their respect bordering on reverence.

Every sect, noble house, and rogue cultivator alike understood one unspoken rule: provoking Clark Colter was tantamount to courting death.

The mere thought of offending him and incurring his wrath was enough to send shivers down their spines.

No one wanted their entire clan to be wiped from existence in a single night, reduced to nothing but dust and forgotten history.

Thus, the people kept their distance. Whenever Clark walked the streets, they instinctively took ten steps back, ensuring they were nowhere near his path.

Markets fell silent when he passed, bustling conversations halting mid-sentence as merchants and customers alike averted their gazes.

Even those who had never encountered him before could feel the oppressive atmosphere that followed in his wake. It was an unspoken fear, a survival instinct that overrode all logic.

Yet, amidst all this, Clark remained utterly indifferent. He neither acknowledged their fear nor cared about their opinions.

His purpose in coming to Heavenly Immortal City had nothing to do with power, prestige, or domination.

He had already lived through countless cycles of conflict, conquest, and celestial wars. At this point, he desired only one thing—peace.

His plan was simple. He would settle down in this city, enjoy his retirement, and finally have a good time away from his immortal wives, who constantly demanded his attention.

It was not that he did not love them; he simply wished for a break.

An era of solitude, where he could indulge in his whims without the chaos of familial responsibilities.

Not that he was concerned about his wives betraying him in his absence. Even now, no matter where they were in the vast cosmos, he could see their every move in real time.

There were no secrets from him, no hidden affairs or clandestine meetings that could escape his gaze.

As far as he was concerned, this was a perfect arrangement—he got his peace and that was all that mattered.

"This should save me some trouble in the coming years," Clark muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

He had already grown comfortable in his new life. He spent his days in relative isolation, occasionally wandering the city, and had even taken a lover in Jade.

It was a relationship brought by chance, a distraction from the endless cycle of eternity. For the first time in a long while, he felt something resembling normalcy, a life free from celestial burdens.

Yet, deep down, he knew this was all temporary. No matter how much he wished to remain detached, the responsibilities of his past would eventually come knocking.

His wives, his children, his home and people—sooner or later, they would demand his return.

But not today. Not tomorrow.

Perhaps in a million years or so.

For now, he would simply enjoy the quiet.

***

And just like that, five years had passed.

During this time, no one in Heavenly Immortal City dared to provoke Clark again. His name had become a whispered legend, a figure both feared and respected.

Even the most arrogant prodigies, the most ambitious sect masters, and the most power-hungry nobles treaded carefully in his presence.

The fate of the Song Clan had served as a warning—one so terrifying that no one was willing to test the limits of his patience.

What unsettled people the most was that no one even knew how he had done it. There had been no grand battle, no spectacle of destruction, no screams of the doomed.

One day, the Song Clan had stood tall, their influence stretching far and wide. The next, they were simply... gone.

Their lands lay barren, their ancestral halls reduced to rubble, and not a single soul remained to tell the tale. It was as if they had never existed, wiped from history itself.

And so, Heavenly Immortal City continued on, its people living their lives in quiet reverence of the man who had single-handedly altered its fate. And today, of all days, was a cause for celebration.

BANG!

A sudden explosion of energy rippled through the air, shaking the very foundation of Clark’s residence.

The spiritual essence of the world twisted unnaturally, converging upon a single point like an unrelenting tide.

The sky itself seemed to tremble, the very laws of the universe momentarily bending under the pressure.

Then, amidst the dissipating energy, a jubilant figure burst forth—Jade.

Her face was flushed with excitement, her body practically vibrating with joy as she sprinted forward, her long hair flowing behind her like a cascade of silk.

She had waited for this moment for so long, endured so many sleepless nights, poured every ounce of her soul into reaching this breakthrough. And now, she had done it.

Without hesitation, she ran straight to Clark’s chamber.

The door slid open, revealing the same familiar sight—Clark, unbothered as always, sitting by the window with a cup of tea in hand.

He had barely spared a glance at the sky-rending commotion outside, as if such occurrences were no more than a passing breeze to him.

His expression remained serene, his gaze distant, as if his mind were wandering across the endless cosmos.

But the moment he saw her, a faint smile tugged at his lips.

"I did it, honey!" Jade exclaimed, practically glowing with happiness. "I’ve broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm!"

She couldn’t contain her excitement any longer and leaped into his arms. Clark caught her effortlessly, as if cradling the most delicate treasure in the world.

He chuckled softly, his strong arms tightening around her.

"I knew you would," he murmured, his voice deep and reassuring.

"With me here, even reaching the True Immortal Realm would be no more difficult than taking a stroll through the city."

His words were not arrogance but simple truth. Under his guidance, there were no bottlenecks, no obstacles that could hinder her path.

Jade beamed, but as she felt his hands begin to roam, her blush deepened. She bit her lip, suddenly aware of just how close they were.

"H-Honey... later," she stammered, squirming slightly. "I still need to wash."

She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but compared to Clark’s strength, she may as well have been a feather attempting to resist the wind.

Clark smirked, leaning in slightly as he inhaled her scent.

"You still smell so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Jade’s heart skipped a beat. They had been apart for an entire month—her breakthrough demanding complete focus and isolation.

And while she had devoted herself entirely to her cultivation, she had also missed him.

She could feel the heat of his body against hers, the teasing fingers that traced her back, the familiar warmth that made her knees weak.

"C-Clark..." she protested half-heartedly, but her voice lacked conviction.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"Jade, you’re mine," he whispered, his tone low and possessive. "And I’ve waited long enough."

Her breath hitched as he pulled her closer, his lips tracing along her neck with slow, deliberate motions. She shivered, feeling her resistance crumble under his touch.

And just like that, the room was soon filled with the sounds of love and longing, their long-awaited reunion sealed in the most intimate way possible.

Outside, the world continued on, unaware of the passion that unfolded within those walls. But inside, for Clark and Jade, time stood still.