Bored Gamer in Other World

It did not matter if they were not the ones who did it nor how the cute piglet massacred a thousand people before them.

They remembered how they fled away from their jobs and homes and the nightmares that plagued them ever since. To their friends and families never to be seen again.

For this reason, countless people took joy in the deaths of many today. Those alien warriors deserved to have this fate!

"WE WON! WE KILLED THEM!"

"WE WON! WE KILLED THEM!"

"WE WON! WE KILLED THEM!"

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This victorious cry echoed for a long long time.

* * *

"We finished taking inventory of the enemy\'s weapons and armors, my prince. Everything has been accounted for." Alfred reported almost two hours after the incident.

It took this long since the items that they got were very heavy for one man to carry. They needed three men to move one piece of enchanted item.

This must have been the reason why only big muscled men could take the burden of using those very weapons and armors.

"Let the guards try their best using the loot that we got today, Alfred."

"If they can bear the curse and blessing of that gift, give it to them." Our bored gamer instructed. These words have totally shocked the Town Leader Alfred.

He would have thought that there would be a much stricter guideline for those mystical items.

"What about you, my prince? Should I bring the best armor and weapons in here?" Alfred asked.

Even though he did not know the quality of the wares but he had old eyes and it was easy to tell the difference between a crude design and those that had intricate details embedded on them.

"No need. I can\'t even lift their swords, much less take those heavy armors on my body." Clark lied and smiled at the old man. Alfred has of course a whole nother opinion.

Nevertheless, the town leader kept it to himself and obliged the play of our very own protagonist.

"I understand, my prince." Alfred bowed and bid farewell thereafter. It did not take him long to share this good news with the guards of the town.

* * *

"HAHAHA! Prince Ronan is really magnanimous!"

"He\'s the best prince I have known in my entire life!"

"Nope, the only prince I know that matters! I stand corrected!" Talks like this flourished inside the armory. Everyone was excited to try the goods out.

With a thousand wares to try, they did not have to stand in line. They competed for the best items that their naked eyes could judge. And the end result was...

"THUD!"

"HELP!"

"Someone get this thing out of me!"

"THUD!"

"THUD!"

"THUD!"

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The same thing was happening all around the place. The armors were just too heavy for their bodies to handle and so were the swords.

In the end, nobody amongst them was capable of using anything. But this truth has not of course diminished their will to try.

Day after day, they went back to fail over and over again. At least it has become a good training exercise for their muscles.

* * *

One whole month passed since that ugly slaughter.

"Has any messenger came back from the party that went to Far Water Town?" Sword Master Zak asked one of his generals.

"None." The general answered. This was indeed very suspicious.

If any party has successfully taken a city, there was supposed to be one messenger from the group that would rush to report the mission success.

This would have been easily solved with a long distance communication device but alas, such a thing did not exist in the hands of the Black Company.

They needed shamans and warlocks for that.

"Send a team to investigate the fate of that party in Far Water Town. No more than a dozen." Sword Master Zak commanded.

It was obvious that he was not at all optimistic about his missing men. This was merely a truth gathering mission and nothing else.

It would be folly to send another one thousand men into the maws of the great unknown.

"At once, Sword Master Zak!" The general heeded the command and immediately left to pass the orders to his most capable 12 men.

He did not want anything to go wrong in this very important quest.

* * *

Two months swiftly went by and a dozen weary men came back to the camp.

"Sword Master Zak! We bring grave news!" A worried look was seen on the warrior\'s face who said these words. The same look was mirrored by those that went with him on this journey.

"Tell me everything." Sword Master Zak said and he listened to the detailed report of his warriors.

The team did not engage the people of Far Water Town but has instead used stealth to gather information about their missing comrades.

This was not a hard task for them with the assistance of their enchanted armors. They could turn invisible with a simple command.

This was how they got everything that they needed to hear from the people.

"..." Sword Master Zak took some time to digest what he heard and when he spoke again, there was plain decisiveness in his voice.

"Pack up! We shall go back to Tehora at once! Tell my generals to recall their men!" Sword Master Zak ordered harshly.

To easily wipe out a thousand of his men with not one to escape the scene was something that not even he could do. It was obvious that this was an enemy that they could not dare offend.

What was more shocking was the culprit behind this deed. One cute piglet! And this was merely the pet of a young man named Prince Ronan.

Sword Master Zak simply could not imagine the true strength of the pig\'s master at all.

"Yes, Sword Master Zak!" The men replied in excitement. This must have been the best news they had heard in such a long time.

Thus, word quickly began to spread about this new development.