Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 1058 Secrets After Dark

"You have quite a sharp tongue," he admonished, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and admonishment. "It’s not wise to show such disrespect in a city that thrives on civility and hierarchy. You may see yourself as entitled to enjoy our prosperous, immortal city, but remember, you are but a visitor here. Choose your words more carefully and perhaps adopt the humility befitting someone in your position."

Clark, seemingly unfazed by the young man’s reproach, continued perusing the menu with a calm demeanor.

"..." He acknowledged the words with a casual nod, a gesture that only seemed to fuel the young man’s irritation further. For Clark, the allure of the Eternal Feast Menu beckoned with promises of culinary delights that transcended social niceties and the petty intrigues of city life.

Unperturbed by the unfolding tension, the other patrons observed the exchange with subtle interest, their curiosity piqued by the clash of personalities unfolding before them.

Some exchanged knowing glances, while others leaned in discreetly to catch snippets of the conversation.

It was a moment of unexpected drama in the tranquil setting of the restaurant, where every dish served as a testament to the artistry of culinary mastery.

As the young man hesitated, unsure of how to proceed in the face of Clark’s unyielding demeanor, a sense of unease lingered in the air.

His pride wounded but his composure intact, he weighed his next words carefully, mindful of the eyes that watched and the reputation he upheld.

"Have a good day," the young master declared with restrained dignity, his departure a testament to both his pride and his resolve.

In his own eyes, he was a figure of virtue and stature, unwilling to linger and risk becoming a spectacle among the watching patrons.

Yet, beneath his outward composure, the sting of Clark’s indifference lingered—a mark of shame that he would not easily forget.

As he made his exit, the young master silently etched Clark’s face into his memory, a reminder of the encounter that had left a blemish on his otherwise impeccable reputation.

In the corridors of power and prestige that defined his world, such perceived slights were not easily overlooked.

The restaurant resumed its tranquil ambiance, the subdued chatter of diners blending with the soft clink of cutlery against porcelain.

Clark, now left to his own thoughts, continued his exploration of the menu with undisturbed focus, his mind set on the promise of flavors yet to be savored.

Around him, the patrons returned to their meals and conversations, the brief interlude of tension fading into the background of their dining experience.

For Clark, the incident was but a fleeting interruption in an otherwise serene evening—a reminder of the complexities that lay beneath the surface of the city’s genteel facade.

As the evening wore on and dishes of exquisite craftsmanship arrived at his table, Clark savored each bite with a discerning palate, finding solace in the culinary delights that transcended the transient dramas of human interaction.

In the sanctum of the Eternal Feast Menu, where flavors danced and memories were forged, he found a temporary refuge from the complexities of the world outside.

He returned home that night, his palate still tingling with the lingering flavors of the exquisite dishes he had sampled at the Eternal Feast Menu.

As he strolled through the bustling streets, the city revealed its nocturnal hustle and bustle. The Pill Pavilion, illuminated by the glow of mystical lights, hummed with activity even at this late hour.

Cultivators, their faces etched with determination, hurried in and out, clutching precious vials of potent pills that promised to elevate their spiritual prowess.

Adjacent to the Pill Pavilion, the Pleasure Houses thrived under the moonlit sky, their opulent facades adorned with seductive allure.

At one such establishment, a beautiful woman, her features enhanced by skillful makeup, stood poised at the entrance, her voice laced with honeyed invitation.

"Hello there, handsome master. Care to join us for a massage?" she inquired, her eyes glinting with practiced charm.

Beside her, other similarly adorned attendants showcased their talents and expertise, each beckoning with promises of unparalleled pleasure and relaxation.

"I’m..." Clark began to decline politely, but then a subtle shift in the evening breeze caught his attention—a faint undercurrent of desperation and vulnerability.

His innate curiosity stirred, prompting him to employ his divine senses to probe deeper, swiftly unraveling the untold story behind the facade.

"This is why I don’t like going out much," Clark reflected inwardly, acknowledging his tendency to empathize with those facing adversity.

Despite his initial inclination to decline, he softened his demeanor and looked at the woman with a compassionate smile.

"Sure. Lead the way," he responded warmly, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance.

"I promise to give you the best experience of your life!" the woman exclaimed joyfully, her relief palpable as she guided Clark through the ornate entrance into the grand interior of the Pleasure House.

Inside, the atmosphere was one of lavish indulgence. Soft music drifted through the air, mingling with the gentle murmur of conversations and the occasional laughter of patrons.

The decor, resplendent in rich fabrics and tasteful ornamentation, spoke of luxury and sophistication.

As they walked deeper into the establishment, Clark observed the meticulous care with which every detail had been crafted to cater to the desires and comforts of its guests.

The woman, eager to fulfill her promise, led him to a private chamber adorned with soft, inviting furnishings and ambient lighting that exuded an aura of tranquility.

"Please make yourself comfortable," she said warmly, gesturing for Clark to settle into a plush chair. "I’ll prepare everything for you."

Clark nodded appreciatively, allowing himself to relax into the sumptuous surroundings.

While the woman attended to her preparations, Clark seized the opportunity to explore further within the establishment.

Near the entrance stood a guide—a young woman of striking natural beauty, untouched by makeup.

Her youthful appearance belied a depth of experience that resonated in her eyes, devoid of innocence yet tinged with a hint of melancholy.

"How may I serve you tonight, master?" the young woman greeted him with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, her demeanor poised despite the underlying sorrow.

"I seek a particular woman tonight," Clark stated bluntly, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. "One who is untouched and pure. Price is not an issue."

The young woman’s expression flickered briefly, a subtle shift of understanding passing across her features before she composed herself once more.

"I understand, master. Please follow me," she replied softly.

She would have led him further into the establishment, but the next words from her customer stopped her in her tracks completely.

"One more thing. I want to buy this woman," Clark stated firmly, his voice cutting through the ambient murmurs of the Pleasure House.

The young guide turned to face him, her expression a mix of surprise and resignation.

Her professional demeanor faltered for a moment, a flicker of discomfort crossing her features before she composed herself once more.

"Master, I understand your request, but..." she began hesitantly, her words trailing off as she struggled to navigate the implications of his demand.

Such requests, though not unheard of, were still uncommon in the establishment.

"...the price will be extremely high," the young woman concluded, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of unease.

"I’m a poor luckless man, my dear. Money is all I have," Clark replied with a sigh, his tone resigned. That night, our bored gamer did not go home alone.