The Harem King 35 Chapter 35

"Beam me down to that place." I instructed the bodiless mind after stretching my limbs out.

These six days I did nothing but watch, pause, eat and repeat the cycle. In fact, I only took a bath once in that duration.

Of course I remedied that malady after I was done watching the hyped movie. HAHAHA! Now I was back to game mode. I put my poker face on and readied myself for another splurge at this unknown new world.

"Hmmm. Now I like this place better than the last." I muttered and strolled into the unfenced abode of the untrained.

What fool would try to go again at that previous landmark? HAHAHA! That city would give me nothing but more deaths.

And even though I had practically infinite lives to play with but that didn't mean that I was m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic enough to enjoy the pain of pa.s.sing.

One death was enough for me. It was a disturbing experience. One that I don't want to replicate anytime soon.

"Greetings, master! To what do we owe the honor of your visit?" one man amongst the throng of people who crowded me from afar addressed me in a respectful manner.

These mob of men, women and children followed me since my birthed from nowhere in the center of this collection of humble huts.

A pitiful state compared to the grandeur of the city I saw when I first stepped upon this planet.

"I come here to give aid. Bring me to a place of shade." I replied to the old man who prostrated before me.

The rest of his people was confused by this action. Some followed while others just stood there dumbly.

But I cared not for what they did or didn't do. I just came here for one purpose alone. To f.u.c.k! HAHAHA!

Well, perhaps maybe gain some bronze coins to gain entry into the city.

Of course my good computer tried duplicating a copy from a coin we've seen below but when we got to the point of etching the symbol in the middle of a copper metal,

it always imploded and wrecked the whole thing asunder. What the f.u.c.k does that symbol even mean? I once shouted at myself.

But the computer only answered that data wasn't enough for a conclusive inference. HAHAHA! I thank the smart tool all the same.

It had kept me company in the long years of travel and if truth be told, I was indeed thankful for its calming presence.

It was quite comfortable to have someone to talk to in moments where I question my ident.i.ty and existence in the grand scheme of things.

In the end, I just soothed my soul, if I had one, and admonished it for the umpteenth time. You're just a f.u.c.king clone! Why think all this s.h.i.+t up? HAHAHA!

"Thank you for your boundless kindness, master! Please follow me." the old man rose up and beckoned me gently to a house which was a tad better than the rest.

"Master! Your clothes!" I heard the voice of a little child and turned back to follow the source of the sound.

"Shut up! Little Jack! I apologize for my son's behavior, master!" a woman said as she bowed her head to the ground in supplication.

She was middle aged now but I thought that she might have been a pleasing sight when she was younger.

"It's okay. Tell me, what about my clothes Little Jack?" I replied and tried to appear as n.o.ble as I could muster.

I wore a perfect imitation of the sun wielder's robes in the clip and I was so proud of my otherworldly attire.

"Don't!" the mother whispered in a clearly audible voice. HAHAHA! But the innocent child was honest like the angels above the firmaments.

"You have my poo poo on them! Hehehe…" the boy smiled and pointed at my excellent expensive looking robes.

"THE f.u.c.k!" HAHAHA!