Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 1080 Phase

Clark stepped out of the fractured domain, glass-like fragments still falling around him in slow motion.

Yet as his foot landed on solid ground, the world around him clicked back into place as if nothing had changed.

The wind blew softly, birds chirped in the distance, and the light of the sun painted the sky gold—serene, untouched.

But he knew better. It was a lie.

A mocking laugh echoed across the heavens.

"Hahaha... I admit you’re quite capable, Clark," came the voice of the woman, now bodiless, intangible, as though carried by the wind itself. "But my heavenly treasure isn’t so easily undone. Did you really think breaking it once would be enough?"

Her physical form was gone, not a trace of her left to target. She had retreated, hidden behind layers of safeguards, likely channeling her power from a distant location. She had foreseen this. Planned for him. But perhaps she hadn’t planned enough.

Clark exhaled slowly, a smirk forming on his lips.

"If one isn’t enough," he said, raising his fist again, "then let’s try another."

BANG!

His fist crashed forward, straight into the space in front of him—and like a sheet of ice cracking under a hammer, the mirror domain instantly reappeared only to tremble violently and shatter.

For a heartbeat, the sky seemed clear again. But only for a heartbeat.

The shards reversed in midair. Light bent and twisted. The mirror domain formed anew, completely intact.

BANG!

Clark shattered it again.

BANG!

And again.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Over and over, he repeated the act like a man possessed. Each time, the domain reconstituted itself—faster, stronger, more complex.

It became more vivid, more resistant, layered with defenses woven from illusions, seals, and laws of space and time.

Still, it didn’t matter.

Clark’s attacks carried weight beyond mere strength. There was resolve in his strikes—unyielding, unstoppable. The kind of force that broke through not just barriers, but concepts.

Time blurred. The sun rose and began to dip toward the horizon, casting long shadows over the land. Hours may have passed. Days, even. But Clark didn’t stop.

Sweat glistened across his body. Blood trickled down his knuckles. His breathing grew heavier—but his strikes never weakened.

BOOM!

The domain cracked again.

BOOM!

Then again.

Each shattering sent violent shockwaves through the surrounding mountains. Great trees snapped in half. Birds scattered. The land itself began to deform from the sheer pressure of the repeated collisions.

High above, hidden in a concealed void, the woman’s eyes widened. She had been watching everything, confident at first. But now, that confidence had turned into disbelief... then fear.

"This... this shouldn’t be possible," she whispered, clenching her jaw. "That domain is fueled by divine essence... It’s tied directly to my soul. It shouldn’t even need to reform this many times."

She staggered back from the mirror altar, her breathing unsteady.

"He’s... breaking it. Breaking my will."

Her hands trembled. She began to channel more spiritual energy into the treasure, but even she knew—there were limits. Not to the mirror’s durability, but to her own capacity to support it.

And Clark? He was just getting started.

On the battlefield below, dust now clung to the air in thick waves. The ground was cracked and blackened from the repeated eruptions of force. Clark stood in the center of it all—wreathed in the fading light of dusk, his body bloodied but unbowed.

He cracked his neck to one side, then the other.

"How many more times, I wonder?" he said aloud. "How long can you keep hiding behind this trick?"

His voice, calm and quiet, carried an undeniable weight.

From behind the veil, the woman’s fingers gripped the edge of the mirror.

"No," she whispered. "I can’t let it end like this."

She began chanting, summoning more energy, trying to bend the laws of reality themselves to strengthen the domain. The mirror pulsed in response—faster, more aggressive.

Now when it formed, it lashed out at Clark with spikes, illusions, disorienting effects designed to wear him down mentally and physically.

But none of it worked.

Clark punched straight through each illusion. He broke every mirage, shattered every trick. He didn’t need to analyze it. He didn’t need to understand it. freēwēbnovel.com

He just needed to keep moving forward.

BOOM!

The mirror shattered again, and this time—there was a flicker of hesitation before it began to reform.

Clark noticed.

He smiled faintly, blood dripping from his lip.

"You’re weakening."

Then, slowly, step by step, he walked toward the heart of the domain, ignoring the waves of energy crashing against him.

"I told you already. If one isn’t enough... I’ll just break a hundred."

His voice thundered across the world like a vow written into the fabric of fate.

The next punch was coming.

And this time—it might be the last.

It had become a battle of attrition.

Bang!

Another devastating strike echoed across the ruined landscape as Clark shattered the mirror domain once more.

Dust swirled, cracks splintered across the ground, and the very air shimmered with residual force. But no matter how many times he broke it, the domain always reformed—stronger, sharper, faster.

Clark’s breathing had grown heavy. Sweat mingled with the blood running down his fists, but his gaze remained unshaken.

Then, just as he readied another blow—something shifted.

The air grew still.

A sudden, ominous laughter rippled through the void like a haunting melody.

"HAHAHA! You dumb fool," the woman’s voice rang out, brimming with mockery. "You actually fell for my act. All that resistance, all those punches—and you thought you were close to victory? Pathetic."

Her voice was no longer distant. It rang clearer, sharper, as if she had finally stepped out from behind the veil—though her form was still nowhere to be seen.

"You thought I was on the edge of defeat? That my treasure was faltering? Hah! You’ve been dancing in the palm of my hand from the very beginning. Keep punching, Clark. Keep struggling. I’ll let you rot in this domain long before you ever make me feel an ounce of pressure. But please... do continue to entertain me."

She laughed again, cruel and echoing. The domain pulsed ominously in response to her renewed confidence. The skies above darkened. Twisted light filled the air as the domain began to evolve—feeding off her energy, her arrogance.

Clark’s eyes narrowed.

He stood in silence for a long breath, then slowly lowered his fists. His fingers twitched slightly, the only visible reaction.

"I see," he muttered under his breath. "So that’s how it is."

He wasn’t breaking her domain.

He was fueling it.

She’d been goading him all along—testing how long he would keep punching, how much power he would waste while she conserved hers, letting the domain absorb the shock of each strike and refine itself.

She was never trying to hold him back. She was studying him.

Clark’s expression shifted. He was no longer tense, no longer furious. He went still—eerily calm.

"She wants a spectacle..." he whispered. "Then I’ll give her one."

His energy began to draw inward. His stance shifted. The raw, brute-force approach had failed. It was time to change tactics. Time to turn this battle from a test of strength into a game of minds.

Clark tilted his head up, eyes scanning the shimmering walls of the domain as a faint smile tugged at the edge of his lips.

"Alright then," he said quietly, a new gleam in his eyes. "Let’s see how well you handle me when I stop playing your game."

The pressure in the air changed.

Something was coming.

And this time... it wouldn’t be another punch.