Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 1036 Futures

The Ice Queen stood amidst the ethereal miracle of the resurrected Linfeng, her gaze lingering upon him for what seemed an eternity.

With a quiet resolve, she turned away from the haunting echoes of the past. It had been a bittersweet journey—a refuge in her desolation, yet a cruel testament to her unyielding nature.

Her relentless pursuit over countless eons had been aimed at shattering the formidable barriers between the lower and upper realms.

She had wielded her power, honed her skills through ceaseless cultivation, yet found herself standing at the precipice of celestial judgment, lacking the favor of the heavenly dao.

The weight of this disappointment lay heavy upon her shoulders, a burden that defined her existence.

The passage of time had been unkind, for her fixation was deep-rooted, etched into the very fabric of her being.

It was an obsession that had marked her journey with both triumphs and heartaches, an unquenchable fire that had consumed her whole.

But every saga, no matter how grand, must eventually find its conclusion. Today marked the solemn parting from Linfeng.

"I shall treasure the moments we’ve shared, weaving them into the secret vaults of our existence," she spoke softly, her voice a fragile echo in the grandeur of the moment.

A solitary tear, crystalline in its purity, traced a silent path down her cheek.

For him, the memories were lost, but for her, they remained etched in the deepest recesses of her soul—a bittersweet keepsake of their intertwined destinies.

She turned and then regarded our bored gamer with an arched brow, her gaze traversing the meticulously mended left arm—a deceptive display of restoration that concealed its newfound fragility.

It mimicked life’s movement with unsettling accuracy, yet lacked the vital essence it once possessed. To the Ice Queen, it was now a mere facade, an embellishment masking an irreparable flaw.

The man’s handsome features failed to elicit any genuine reaction within her.

She had encountered countless men of striking beauty throughout her timeless existence, yet her heart held space for only one: Linfeng.

However, an inquisitiveness tinged with a desire to fathom this man’s capabilities lingered within her consciousness.

"Who, then, do you claim to be?" Her inquiry cut through the air, cool and poised.

"My name is..." the Bored Gamer began, halting his words before deciding upon an identity, "William Collins," he finally pronounced, after a moment’s consideration.

The Ice Queen’s discerning gaze saw through the facade; she sensed the deception and found herself less impressed by this man than she had hoped.

"Are you here to covet what resides within me?" Her question redirected the discourse, alluding to the ethereal energy cocooned deep within her essence.

Over countless ages, she had safeguarded her purity, preserving an untouched purity.

Even Linfeng, despite his closeness, had only dared to steal a solitary kiss, his oblivious nature proving an impediment at times.

She was no stranger to the truth that this mysterious visitor likely sought the yin energy concealed within her, a force that held immense power.

"I suppose one could interpret it as such," our bored gamer admitted, his tone carrying a hint of acknowledgment without fully confirming his purpose.

His arrival harbored a distinct objective—to procure a peerless woman—and in this endeavor, he had succeeded.

His eyes lingered upon the otherworldly presence of the Ice Goddess, her very essence a testament to an otherworldly beauty that transcended mortal understanding.

She stood there, an epitome of grace and majesty, her porcelain complexion reflecting the crystalline purity of freshly fallen snow.

Long tresses, cascading like icy waterfalls, framed a countenance sculpted by celestial hands.

Eyes of glacial blue, deep and unfathomable, held the secrets of ancient wisdom and the serenity of eternal glaciers.

High cheekbones, sharp yet elegant, accentuated her regal bearing, while lips, the hue of frosted rose petals, held a serene resolve.

Adorned in a gown woven from the fabric of winter itself, its fabric shimmered with the iridescence of ice kissed by the dawn’s first light.

Around her, an aura of wintry chill enveloped, a testament to her dominion over frost and snow, yet tempered by an enigmatic warmth that hinted at depths unseen.

Our bored gamer found himself captivated by her allure, a curious blend of pristine beauty and an enigmatic aura that commanded reverence.

In her presence, a sense of awe welled within him, acknowledging the rarity of his find and the sheer magnificence of the Ice Goddess before him.

"Why is it that men often embody such wretchedness?" The Ice Goddess mused, her voice tinged with a blend of disappointment and weariness.

She shook her head in dismay, a reflection of the countless eons she’d witnessed, where the actions of men mirrored a pervasive darkness.

It was an all-too-familiar narrative that had etched itself into the annals of her existence.

Her abhorrence for these manifestations of malevolence was a deep-seated emotion, woven into the very fabric of her being.

Clark, with a knowing glint in his eye, acknowledged her sentiment with an unsettling ease. "Our affinity for selfishness can indeed be liberating sometimes," he admitted, his smile betraying no hint of remorse.

His admission bore the mark of unapologetic honesty, a declaration of his self-serving motivations.

As one destined to linger in this world for an unfathomable eternity, the allure of companionship with an immortal being was a selfish pursuit—a means to alleviate the dreary solitude that stretched endlessly ahead.

"Shall we depart, then?" Our bored gamer’s proposition hung in the air, a segue to their imminent departure. With a graceful yet detached demeanor, he exited in the same manner he had arrived.

The celestial canopy fractured, offering a passage as they traversed to a place shielded from prying eyes—a realm where intimacy could flourish, away from the burdensome gaze of the outside world.

As they returned to the hidden realm ruled by the Ice Goddess, a tangible sense of finality hung in the air, almost palpable in its weight.

Our Bored Gamer’s words echoed through the crystalline landscape, a declaration pregnant with assurance. "Take what you wish. We won’t be coming back here for a long long time," his voice carried a tone of resolute certainty.

The Ice Goddess cast her gaze upon the wintry expanse, a realm she had nurtured and inhabited for untold epochs.

The pristine beauty of her realm, a reflection of her solitary existence, evoked a moment of poignant contemplation. In that suspended moment, she stood amidst the icy stillness, traversing the depths of introspection.

Her response, measured and calm, resonated across the frigid air. "There exists nothing within these frozen confines that binds me. Let us depart," she pronounced, her decision firm and unyielding.

With her words, a sense of closure enveloped the realm, its ethereal essence attuned to her bidding.

And so, the two figures, one celestial and the other an immortal powerhouse in her own right, embarked on their journey.

They traversed the veils between dimensions, leaving behind the serene isolation of the Ice Goddess’s sanctuary.

As they passed through the threshold, the icy gates slowly closed, sealing away the secrets and solitude of that secluded world.

With each echoing reverberation of the closing gates, a new Chapter unfurled—an odyssey into the vibrant tapestry of the mortal realm, where destinies awaited their entwined futures.