Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 1055 Chasing Shadows

Twenty years quickly passed, and Clark did indeed stay with the family. He cared for Emily like his own daughter and provided for her mother as well.

Although the city had its share of cultivators, the majority of the people were mortals, so Emily fit right in. She found her place as a businesswoman in the heart of the city.

Emily particularly loved cakes, and with the help of our bored gamer, she procured a little shop that sold the tastiest cakes in the city.

Clark looked at a life filled with promise and was content with what he had done. However, their differences became apparent over time.

"You are also one of those immortal cultivators in the city, father," Emily said one evening, her tone making it clear that this was a statement, not a question.

"I am," Our bored gamer replied, not denying the truth. This truth was obvious since he did not age a day since the day they had met 20 years ago.

Emily simply smiled at him and fell silent, her mind swirling with unspoken questions that she struggled to articulate.

"Do you ever wish to become an immortal cultivator, Emily? If you desire it, I can make that happen," Clark asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and a hint of offering.

Emily paused, considering his question carefully. "No," she finally replied, shaking her head gently. "I’m content to remain mortal, like my mother. I cherish the life we have together, and having you as my father means more to me than any other path."

Clark chuckled softly, touched by Emily’s words. "I’m glad to hear that," he said warmly, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Your happiness and well-being mean everything to me."

Emily leaned into his touch, feeling a surge of affection for the man who had become her father in every meaningful sense. "Thank you for everything you’ve done for us," she said sincerely, her eyes reflecting her deep gratitude.

Clark smiled tenderly, his gaze meeting hers with unwavering love. "It has been my greatest joy and privilege to watch you grow into the remarkable woman you are today," he replied, his voice filled with pride.

As they sat together in the quiet comfort of their home, the bond between them grew stronger, fortified by years of shared experiences and mutual respect.

Emily knew there were many things about Clark’s past and abilities that remained shrouded in mystery, but in that moment, she realized that their connection transcended any secrets or uncertainties.

"I’ve always wondered about your life before you came to us," Emily admitted softly, breaking the peaceful silence that enveloped them. "Would you ever tell me more about it?"

Clark’s expression softened with nostalgia, memories flickering behind his eyes. "One day, perhaps," he replied thoughtfully. "There are stories to be told, lessons learned, and moments cherished. But for now, I am content to be here with you, creating new memories together."

Emily nodded understandingly, sensing the depth of Clark’s emotions.

She knew that their journey together was far from over, and there would always be more to discover about the man who had chosen to be her father.

As the evening wore on, they continued to share stories, laughter, and quiet moments of reflection.

In Emily’s heart, there was a profound sense of belonging and love—a gift that Clark had given her beyond measure.

But that wouldn’t be the end of our story.

"Young miss Emily," an old servant appeared one day at Emily’s bustling cake shop, "our young master has extended an invitation for you to join him for dinner. He’s the son of the city lord, and it would be a great honor for you to accompany him tonight."

Emily paused, wiping her hands on her apron as she considered the servant’s words. The prospect of dining with the son of the city lord, an immortal family, stirred conflicting emotions within her.

She was proud of her humble roots and the success she had achieved with her cake shop, but the world of cultivators and immortals seemed distant and foreign.

"I appreciate the invitation, but I’m afraid I must decline," Emily replied politely but firmly. "I have commitments here, and I don’t believe I belong in that kind of world."

The old servant nodded understandingly, though disappointment flickered briefly across his face. "I understand, young miss," he said respectfully before taking his leave.

As Emily returned to her work, she couldn’t help but ponder the implications of the invitation.

She had heard tales of the immortal families and their opulent lifestyles, but she also knew of the rumors surrounding them—power struggles, intrigue, and the indulgence of desires that mortal hearts could hardly comprehend.

Serving cakes to the people of the city brought Emily a sense of fulfillment and purpose. Her customers were her community, and she took pride in brightening their days with her confections.

The thought of becoming entangled in the affairs of cultivators, with their ancient customs and mysterious powers, both intrigued and unsettled her.

"Immortality and power," Emily mused to herself as she decorated a freshly baked cake. "But at what cost? Is it worth sacrificing the simplicity and happiness I’ve found here?"

Her thoughts drifted to Clark, the man who had become her father in every meaningful way.

He had shielded her from the complexities of his own past, choosing instead to nurture a life of stability and love for Emily and her mother.

She trusted his judgment implicitly, but the allure of the unknown lingered in her mind.

Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the last customers departed, Emily found herself lost in thought.

Clark entered the shop, his presence comforting and familiar. He sensed Emily’s contemplative mood and offered her a warm smile. "Everything alright, Emily?" he asked gently.

Emily looked up, meeting Clark’s gaze with a mixture of resolve and uncertainty. "I received an invitation today," she began slowly, her voice thoughtful.

"To dine with the son of the city lord. It made me wonder..."

Clark listened quietly as Emily shared her thoughts and concerns. He advised her as best he could, but he had an intuition that it wouldn’t end there.

One month later, a group of men in dark robes plotted to abduct Emily, intending to add her to someone’s harem list.

It was a disturbing reflection of Emily’s charm and beauty, which could ensnare a man as effortlessly as drawing breath. The morning after, shocking news rippled through the city.

"The city lord and his entire family have disappeared!"