Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 1082 Mystery

Clark stepped into the world, and with every stride, reality twisted.

The laws of nature bent, reformed, and collapsed with each footfall.

He was no longer merely walking—he was advancing through time, through creation, through the endless cycles of existence itself.

Before his eyes, stars ignited in the cold vacuum of space, only to wither into black holes.

Civilizations rose from nothing, flourished, and then crumbled into dust.

He saw gods born in glory and slain in despair.

This wasn’t a vision or a memory. It was real.

He was witnessing the birth and destruction of entire worlds—no, entire multiverses.

And not just any multiverses, but those seeded by Chaos herself, the primordial mother of all creation.

They bloomed like lotus flowers in infinite colors, unfurling through layers of space-time.

They collapsed just as quickly, devoured by entropy or war or the weight of their own complexity.

Yet through it all, Clark walked forward, unwavering.

The source of this miracle—and horror—was a single shard.

A fragment of the legendary Broken Mirror, one of the original Heavenly Treasures that once reflected all of existence.

Even shattered, the mirror’s power had not diminished.

The tiny sliver that floated before him pulsed with divine energy, and inside it swirled entire realities, blooming like galaxies within a droplet of dew.

Just one step closer, and something shifted.

On his tenth step, the endless cycle of a particular world came to a halt.

Everything froze. The stars paused in their spin. The rivers stopped flowing.

The chaos quieted. That was the moment the trial revealed itself.

A final test to determine if he was worthy to wield the power of the shard—not merely to observe the multiverse, but to shape it.

Then came the chime.

"Ding!"

A mechanical voice, emotionless and clear, rang out inside his mind.

Authority Quest: Steal 1000 women from their lovers or husbands.

Reward: Full control of one fragment of the Heavenly Treasure: Broken Mirror.

Clark’s steps faltered for the first time. Silence swallowed him.

His mind reeled at the enormity of the task—not just in difficulty, but in moral cost.

It wasn’t a challenge of strength, or of intellect, but of will, of corruption.

The system demanded not combat, but heartbreak.

It demanded he become the villain in a thousand love stories, the destroyer of sacred bonds.

It disgusted him.

Clark had never been a saint. His hands were stained from past battles—blood spilled, lives taken—but never without cause.

He had fought to protect, to survive, to honor something greater than himself.

He had never taken joy in suffering.

He had never sunk so low as to ruin the lives of innocents for his own gain.

This? This was a test meant to break him.

And yet... he couldn’t turn away.

The fragment hovered in the air like a promise—of power, of freedom, of the right to rewrite everything.

A single shard held the power to change everything. But at what cost?

He clenched his fists. His jaw tightened.

If this was the price of defeating that shadowy bitch, then so be it.

If he had to carry this sin to reshape the future, then he would bear it alone.

There was no turning back now. Redemption could wait.

"Let’s do this," he muttered under his breath, each word weighed down by guilt and resolve. freeweɓnøvel~com

The light of the fragment flickered—acknowledging his choice.

The trial had begun.

"So, where should I start?" Clark muttered to himself, his voice echoing faintly across the empty void as he gazed at the colossal multiverse sprawled out before him.

Stars blinked into existence, galaxies spun in silent harmony, and entire worlds were born and destroyed in the span of a single breath.

All of it—every planet, every timeline, every possibility—had sprung from a single fragment.

A broken shard... yet powerful enough to create a multiverse of its own making.

Clark hovered in the space between realities, suspended in the stillness of possibility.

Each glimmer in the distance was a doorway to another life. A realm of swords and sorcery.

A kingdom ruled by gods. A future torn apart by machines. An age of peace. An age of war.

There were no limits—only choices. And that was the problem.

"So many paths," he murmured. "So many stories waiting to unfold."

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to listen to some divine instinct, hoping for a sign, but there was only silence.

No prophecy. No whisper of fate.

Just the weight of infinite freedom pressing down on him.

In the end, he smiled and shrugged.

"Surprise me," he said, letting go of the burden of choice.

He waved his hand, and the space in front of him rippled like the surface of water disturbed by a pebble.

A portal began to form—unstable at first, then swirling steadily, its edges pulsing with otherworldly light.

Within its depths, he glimpsed shifting images—jungles, cities, deserts, ruins, skies with two suns and oceans made of crystal.

He didn’t hesitate.

Clark stepped forward and vanished into the portal, his body swallowed by the unknown.

And in that moment, somewhere within the infinite tapestry of the multiverse, a new story began.

When he arrived, Clark found himself in a world defined by unimaginable technological progress.

The sky above was layered with floating metropolises—vast, gleaming cities suspended high above the surface, defying gravity with an elegance that bordered on divine.

The structures shimmered with glass and metal, glowing with pulsating energy lines that ran like veins through every skyscraper and highway.

From the lowest ground sectors to the highest spires of the heavens, this world was a marvel of human—or perhaps post-human—achievement.

But it wasn’t the beauty of the architecture that first captured his attention. It was the air.

It felt... heavy.

Above him, monstrous battleships drifted like leviathans in the sky, their hulls bristling with weapons capable of leveling continents.

Drones zipped through the air in precise formations, scanning, observing—watching.

Sirens occasionally echoed in the distance, not in alarm, but in cold routine.

Every piece of machinery, no matter how elegant or advanced, hummed with the underlying tension of a world on the edge.

Clark observed the people next. Citizens moved along the skybridges, inside glass-paneled elevators, and in airborne vehicles—sleek, winged machines guided by invisible tracks in the sky.

But instead of basking in the glory of their civilization, they looked... weary.

Their faces were drawn, their eyes darted nervously from one screen to another, and their conversations were hushed.

Many clutched devices that displayed streams of data, warnings, or surveillance footage.

Despite the incredible world they lived in, there was no sense of celebration. No laughter.

No music. Only fear.

At first, Clark thought perhaps it was an illusion—a strange first impression.

But he soon realized it was something deeper.

With a thought, he activated his divine sense.

It spread invisibly across the planet like a pulse of consciousness, diving through walls, systems, minds, and memories.

In an instant, he saw it all. The panic buried beneath the polished steel.

The threat no one dared to name aloud. Whispers of an invasion.

Clark folded his arms, eyes narrowing as he took it all in.

"Interesting," he said softly, a slow smile curving his lips.

He could feel it now—this world was at a tipping point.

And something inside him stirred with excitement.

He didn’t come here seeking conflict, but he would not walk away from it either.

Something was waiting to unfold in this world, and he intended to be part of it.

"Perfect." Clark commented and then hatch an initial plan in order to integrate himself into this new world.