Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 1054 Promises Made

The attendant, of course, did not put them in the VIP dinner rooms but only in the general area of the restaurant.

Clark and his company became the focus of the diners’ attention, and before long, murmurs of ridicule could be heard.

Whispers and sideways glances soon turned into barely concealed snickers. Still, our bored gamer didn’t mind.

He was used to being the center of attention, whether positive or negative, and he remained unfazed by the judgmental stares and quiet derision.

However, the same could not be said for the mother and daughter accompanying him. They felt small and insignificant under the scrutinizing eyes of the other patrons, and their discomfort was palpable.

Their faces flushed with embarrassment, and they could only bow their heads in shame, wishing they could disappear.

The mother gently squeezed her daughter’s hand, trying to offer some comfort, but it was clear they both felt humiliated.

Seeing this, our good gamer decided to turn the situation around and repay the unwanted attention with a bold counterattack.

With a confident smile, he raised his hand to catch the waiter’s attention and spoke in a clear, commanding voice.

"Kindly give us all the main specialties of your establishment," he requested, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

The waiter’s eyes widened in surprise, and the diners’ murmurs quieted down as they watched the scene unfold.

Clark’s unexpected request had caught them off guard, and curiosity replaced their earlier disdain.

"Are you sure about that, young master...?" The waiter hesitated, needing to confirm the unusual request.

The delicacies here were renowned not just for their exquisite taste but also for their exorbitant prices.

A single dish could easily cost thousands of gold coins, and the most expensive ones could amount to hundreds of thousands.

Clark met the waiter’s questioning gaze with a confident smile. "Clark. Of course. Money is not an important object for me." His nonchalance was disarming, and the waiter, caught up in the moment, began to nod enthusiastically, almost mechanically, as the reality of the situation sank in.

"At once, young master Clark!" The waiter exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement. He turned and dashed off, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.

The prospect of serving such a wealthy and seemingly carefree customer filled him with a giddy anticipation.

He knew that his tips for the day would be substantial, perhaps even more than he could have hoped for in a month of regular service.

His mind raced with possibilities, and his excitement was so overwhelming that he struggled to remember how to breathe properly.

As the waiter hurried away, the diners who had been watching the exchange whispered amongst themselves, their curiosity piqued.

Who was this Clark, they wondered, who could so casually order the most expensive items on the menu without a second thought?

The mother and daughter, still seated with Clark, began to relax slightly, their previous embarrassment fading in the wake of his boldness.

Clark leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. He glanced at his companions and offered a reassuring nod. "Don’t worry," he said softly, "we’re going to have a feast today."

The mother managed a small smile, and the daughter’s eyes sparkled with a mix of relief and excitement.

The atmosphere at their table shifted from one of discomfort to anticipation. Clark’s audacious move had not only turned the tide of their evening but had also intrigued the entire restaurant.

The other patrons continued to steal glances, some admiring, others envious, as they awaited the arrival of the luxurious feast.

When the waiter finally returned, he was accompanied by a small team of staff carrying an array of the finest dishes the restaurant had to offer.

The table was soon laden with delicacies, each more sumptuous than the last.

The waiter, still flushed with excitement, began to describe each dish in detail, his voice trembling slightly with pride and nervousness.

"Here we have the Imperial Peking Duck, followed by the Golden Lobster Thermidor, and this is our signature Truffle-infused Wagyu Beef," he announced, gesturing to each plate with a flourish.

Clark nodded appreciatively, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Thank you. This looks wonderful," he said, glancing at the waiter. "You’ve done well."

The waiter beamed, his earlier apprehension completely gone, replaced by a sense of accomplishment. He stepped back respectfully, allowing Clark and his companions to enjoy their meal.

As they began to sample the exquisite dishes, the mood at the table lightened considerably.

Laughter and conversation flowed more freely, and even the mother and daughter began to relax and enjoy themselves.

The restaurant, once filled with whispers and judgmental stares, was now buzzing with a different kind of energy—one of fascination and admiration.

Clark had turned an uncomfortable situation into an unforgettable evening, and as the night wore on, it became clear that his boldness and generosity had left a lasting impression on everyone present.

"Are you going to leave me and my mother, young master Clark?" the little girl Emily asked, her eyes wide with fear.

Although she was young, she understood the terror and uncertainty that had beset her and her mother since her father died.

The memories were far from pleasant. This was why she was hesitant to part with Clark, the bored gamer who had restored a semblance of stability in her young life.

Clark was silent for a moment, struggling to find the right words. He finally released a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

"I guess a few years won’t hurt," he whispered, a gentle smile spreading across his face as he looked at the young girl.

Emily’s fearful expression softened, and a flicker of hope appeared in her eyes. She nodded, clinging to the promise in Clark’s words.

Her mother, who had been watching the exchange with bated breath, let out a quiet sigh of relief. For the first time in a long while, a sense of peace settled over them.

More than that, the waiter also went home happy, with a hefty tip in his pocket by the end of the day.