Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

Chapter 978 Lots and Lots of Women

978 Chapter 978 Lots and Lots of Women

"There were a few witnesses in the scene and every single one of them tells the same tale. The men of noble House Mason all just dropped dead. Their heads exploded in blood mist.

Magic was certainly used." The old man reported. T/his chapter is updated by

"And what of the rest?" The city lord continued his queries.

"The rest... they suffered the same fate, my Lord." The old man answered. His voice was dispassionate as always.

Aside from the deaths in the road, several key members of the Mason Family soon followed in their demise.

"Any likely suspects on the identity of the perpetrators? A magus perhaps?" The city lord asked.

"A rogue magus. Whoever that magus is, he or she should have a close connection to Jack Storm." The old man was accurate in his suspicions.

"Find that rogue magus and bring him to me at once." The city lord ordered.

"Yes." The old man nodded and immediately vanished in a flock of shadows. It was a technique called shadow walking and only the ones with the magic affinity of darkness can master such a useful trick.

Alas, that alone was not enough to save the old magus in the city lord's employ.

* * *

One day later.

"..." The city lord was now looking at the headless body of a familiar old man. He could even recognize this old man with his eyes closed. This was due to the bond they shared for more than 100 years today.

Working together in that long duration would have made anyone as close as brothers at least. The city lord made a fist and...

Truth be told, he was only biding his time for when he could finally explore the taste of carnal euphoria upon the opposite sex.

Although he could fast forward time at will but such a thing was not to the liking of this ancient soul. Life was meant to be lived in the first place and not to be ended in a blink of an eye.

* * *

Symour got to live well and he grew up to be most powerful and adored. In fact, his immortal reign lasted him millions of years before the eventual descent finally occurred.

"Something feels wrong. I can sense it in the air." Symour wondered. There was omen of doom that was slowly gripping at his heart.

Nevertheless, he did not show any fear or sorrow at this moment. He knew that he had led a good life and this was more than he could have hoped for in his existence.

One should know that he had already died once long before. Dying once again was far from novelty all things considered.

Still, he mused at what death would look like for him the second time around. He knew that there was no escaping this tribulation tonight.

"DING!" A sudden burst occurred within his soul. He tried to fight it but it was a lost cause in the end. All he got was a single glimpse at his adversary.

"An old warrior. And a powerful one. Much powerful than I could ever be." This was the last thought that graced Symour's mind before he silently succumbed to his demise.

There was no earth shaking explosions to commemorate his passing at all. One old soul was gone to make way for one older soul in his place.

"If you don't put me in evil people's body, you task me again on harbouring the harem of another man. You really are a creative one, partner."

Clark sighed at his first breath on this world. One should know that Symour's harem at this time has already broken hundreds of thousands of women.

In the end, Symour has really gone around and fulfilled his vision of bedding lots and lots of women.