Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 1079 Metal

Clark had envisioned a peaceful vacation with Jade—perhaps even a future where they settled down together, building a life beyond the chaos that had long dictated his existence.

The thought of having children with her had even crossed his mind, a rare glimpse of normalcy in a life where power and conflict reigned supreme.

But fate was a cruel storyteller, never content to let happy endings come without a price.

All good plans, no matter how carefully crafted, were bound to face obstacles.

That night, as Clark drifted into a deep slumber, the sensation of warmth and security surrounding him, a voice slithered into his dreams, seductive yet laced with undeniable malice.

"Well, well, well... I finally sensed a ripple in reality, and look what I found—new food."

His subconscious jolted in warning. The voice was feminine, rich with amusement, but behind its playful tone lurked something ancient and insatiable.

Before Clark could react—

Bang!

The world shattered around him.

Darkness swallowed everything in an instant. He expected to wake up in ruins, his power obliterating his surroundings in a fit of reflexive rage. But no destruction awaited him. No burning city. No cracked earth.

Instead, he floated in a vast void.

The air—if it could even be called that—was thick, oppressive. Space and time rippled around him like disturbed water, shifting in ways that defied logic. The very fabric of reality twisted and unraveled in erratic patterns, forming and reforming as though it were alive.

He could sense the world beyond this place, but it was just out of reach—a fleeting whisper that mocked his inability to grasp it.

For the first time in a long while, Clark found himself severed from reality.

Still, he did not panic.

His golden eyes narrowed as he focused on the figure before him.

She emerged from the swirling shadows, a silhouette wrapped in an aura of darkness so thick it swallowed the surrounding light. Her form was unmistakably feminine—tall, curvaceous, and exuding an otherworldly allure that seemed both enticing and perilous.

The shadows clung to her like a living veil, obscuring her features, but even without seeing her face, Clark knew—this was not an ordinary opponent.

A slow smirk played on her unseen lips.

"I was beginning to think no one worthy would ever step into my domain," she mused, tilting her head. "And then—you. So much power, yet so... vulnerable."

Clark’s eyes remained locked onto her, unshaken.

This was the first time he had encountered this woman, yet there was something eerily familiar about the energy she exuded. It was chaotic yet precise, powerful yet refined. A force that should not have been possible.

Then, the pieces fell into place.

This power...

A memory long buried within him surfaced. A fragmented recollection from the knowledge he had assimilated—from the original owner of the Clay Brick.

Realization struck like lightning.

Clark’s voice was calm, but his words carried weight.

"You must be the possessor of the Broken Mirror."

A pause. Then, laughter—low, sultry, and utterly delighted.

"So you’re not just a brute," she purred. "Interesting. Very interesting."

Clark didn’t respond, his mind racing through everything he knew.

Among the Nine Heavenly Treasures of Creation, relics forged from the raw essence of the universe, each held dominion over a unique fundamental force.

He himself possessed the Clay Brick, a treasure of unparalleled strength and permanence.

But the woman before him... she wielded something far more insidious.

The Broken Mirror.

A treasure feared even among the strongest entities in existence. Unlike the Clay Brick, which embodied endurance and foundation, the Broken Mirror was an artifact of illusion and entrapment.

Its wielder could bend, break, and reshape reality within its confines, trapping their victim’s mind, body, soul, spirit, and very essence inside a prison where the rules of existence no longer applied.

Clark clenched his fists.

This wasn’t just a dream. This was her domain.

A world where she dictated the laws.

His power, his strength, his very ability to influence reality had been stripped from him the moment he had stepped into her snare.

And yet—

He smirked.

"I see. So this is what it feels like to be caught inside the Broken Mirror." His tone was casual, almost amused.

The woman’s laughter faded slightly, as if his lack of fear intrigued her.

"Most struggle. Some scream. A few even beg," she mused, her voice like silk against steel. "You? You’re smiling."

Clark took a step forward. The shadows around him trembled as though resisting his movement.

"I don’t beg," he said simply. "And I certainly don’t struggle without reason."

The woman’s form flickered, her amusement deepening.

"Oh? Then tell me, Clark," she whispered, her voice curling around his name like a lover’s touch. "What will you do now?"

Clark exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. He could feel the constraints of the mirror’s realm pressing against him, trying to keep him bound.

But he wasn’t just any prey.

And if she thought a mere artifact—no matter how powerful—could keep him caged, she was gravely mistaken.

He met her unseen gaze, golden eyes glowing. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Simple," he said.

"I break the mirror."

Clark’s words echoed through the void, a declaration of defiance that resonated across the fractured space. As he spoke, the Clay Brick materialized in his grip, its surface pulsing with an ancient, immutable force.

The moment his fingers curled around it, the very air in the Broken Mirror’s domain shifted.

Reality—warped and twisted by the artifact’s will—shuddered.

A single breath later—

"BOOM!"

A cataclysmic explosion erupted from Clark’s core, a detonation of divine spiritual essence so vast and overwhelming that the entire domain convulsed under its impact.

The force expanded outward, tearing through the corrupted fabric of this artificial world, sending shockwaves rippling through the endless void.

The light that poured from him was not a mere flicker of power—it was an unstoppable surge, a cascading tide of radiant destruction that knew no bounds.

It pierced the darkness, burned through the veil of illusions, and sought to undo the very foundation of this cursed prison.

Crack!

A jagged fracture split open in the vast, swirling abyss above him. Then another. And another.

The Broken Mirror’s domain—once an unbreakable cage, a world dictated solely by its wielder’s will—was beginning to fall apart.

The very space around Clark screamed in protest.

The shadows, once thick and all-consuming, twisted violently as they tried to mend the ruptures. The dark tendrils clawed desperately at the cracks, but the overwhelming force radiating from Clark’s core refused to be contained.

More cracks formed.

More fractures splintered outward.

The prison that sought to hold him was now the one breaking apart.

Clark stood unmoved, his golden eyes gleaming with cold determination.

The light around him did not fade—it only grew brighter.

The brilliance of his unleashed power reached its peak, stretching across the void in an unrelenting burst. Space itself distorted under the weight of his energy, entire sections of the realm collapsing into nothingness as they were swallowed by the raw force of his will.

And then—

A shift.

A ripple.

The entire domain trembled.

A sound like the shattering of celestial glass rang through the void, clear and deafening. A web of fractures spread across the unseen walls of this fabricated world, forming deep, glowing fissures that pulsed like veins about to rupture.

The woman—the wielder of the Broken Mirror—hovered in the distance, her form still cloaked in swirling shadows. But there was no longer amusement in her voice.

For the first time—she was silent.

She had expected him to resist. She had expected him to struggle. But this?

This was not resistance.

This was obliteration.

Clark exhaled, rolling his shoulders, the Clay Brick still pulsing in his grasp. He lifted it once more, the simple yet unyielding artifact glowing with an indescribable power.

The void quaked.

Clark smirked, his voice cutting through the chaos.

"Not so unbreakable after all, is it?"

And then—he swung.

The Clay Brick struck the space before him, and with that final impact—

The Broken Mirror’s world shattered completely.