Bored Gamer in Other World

"It's not poison, city lord. You should just have asked me instead of uselessly consuming such valuable serum." I ridiculed her apparent distrust.

"Then you shall make more of whatever this liquid is, Shaman. You would be a good addition to my slave force who works tirelessly for my sake.

And I'm also very curious about the hidden storage on your body. From how weak your physique and defense is,

it is impossible for you to have already attained the Soul Creation Realm and hold material things inside your soul. You're rather very mystical aren't you, my dear Shaman?"

She smiled triumphantly afterwards.

'HA!"

"HAHA!"

"HAHAHA!" and only a booming laugher answered her words. Though I was down on my back and remained still for the moment, that hasn't taken away my acting skills from me.

Life is but a play. This was one of my master's favorite dictum and truly, I must learn to enjoy the little things I was able to experience in this short life and never forget that this was a precious gift.

I am here because him. My master, my maker and creator.

What was more exciting than experiencing something new and make the most out of it in its fullest? I was not defeated yet!

I thought as I continued to mock the woman who was perched tall and certain above me.

"What's the jest about?" the city lord asked in a calm voice. In fact, I was glad that she responded that way because I was halfway expecting for her to smash me once more into pieces. HAHAHA!

"That drug can only cure the normal diseases of common people, city lord. It would totally be ineffective against a great magic like curses and such.

Try it and you'll know that I say nothing but facts." Reverse psychology at its finest. HAHAHA!

"Let's see then. If it is as you claim, I can always make you heal me one way or the other." And the bitch fell for it.

The city lord emptied the remaining fluid down her veins and I could not help but laugh out loud once again. You are mine, bitch! HAHAHA!

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"Did the nanobots work on her body, computer?" I asked with my thoughts.

"The drug is fully functional, Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098.

The unknown power within the subject has not negated the infection and the nanabot technology will be completely active on her system in less than 10 seconds." The report pleased me extremely.

I wanted to roar in laughter but kept myself calm on the surface. This was not the time relish my victory just yet.

The clock went on its way and I needed to avoid any further unexpected variables from ruining the ticking seconds.

9 seconds and counting

  "How are you feeling, city lord? I told you it would bring you nothing but disappointment."

"It is as you say, Shaman. You said last night that you have a cure. Do tell me of its real application and save me the rubbish about wishing to make me your woman with an obvious despicable scheme."

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Bingo! HAHAHA!

"I have not lied to you, city lord. The curse can only be eradicated by the use of my special rod. Even if you torture me for a hundred years and even longer, you would find no other answer from me."

I finally got more confident in my words and let my mouth run as freely as I wanted.

"It seems like the pain you've suffered earlier still lacked a bit of encouragement to make you talk, Shaman.

If you really want to experience agony before you loosen that dirty mouth of yours, then I would only be too happy to oblige your wish." The bitch snapped her fingers and turned around to exit the chambers.

Tap tap tap! Her footsteps echoed loudly in the solace of this inky sweltering hole.

"Why did you stop, city lord? Did you forget something else?" I asked after she paused before the hidden doors of the room.

"SLASH!" her form vanished from my sight and I saw nothing of her robed figure until the glint of sharp steel materialized by a mere inch from my brow.

"You have a fast response time, city lord! Unhesitant and very deadly. Where are your flames now? Did they fail you this time? HAHAHA!

Too bad for you as I have already taken full control of your body and it would indeed be truly sad if you had skewered my forehead in two."

I laughed and stood up from my fallen form. With my actions was her immediate reaction of withdrawing the blade of her sword and standing in full attention like a remote controlled toy.

"What have you done to me?" my puppet asked in a sexy voice. If I have not remodeled her way of speech, I never doubted that the question would have been a deafening roar instead of the latter.

I can't have my pets show disrespect to their owner, can i? HAHAHA!

"Nothing really. From this point on time, your status has changed from an ownerless bitch to one who finally has a keeper. You may call me, Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098."

I wanted to appear dignified and be a master of one but the program that was installed on my being didn't allow me to.

FUCK! HAHAHA!

"As you wish, Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098." And the cunt answered like the good slave she was. Though I believed she wanted to say more but I ceased any unnecessary words from her.

This bitch had led the talk since we met and it was now my turn to set the rules of discussion.

"Never mind. Just… Don't call me anything. Nicknames and designations are not allowed." I corrected.

"As you wish." My bitch answered.

"What's your name, cunt?"

"I am Iris."

"Nice name. How did you bring out your weapon, Iris? I couldn't see anywhere you could hide that long sword within that enormously erotic garments you have.." I observed obscenely.