Bored Gamer in Other Worlds

Chapter 977 Chapter 977 Child

"Is Symour in his library?" Jack asked a rhetorical question. He then walked towards that particular place in the house before his wife could react.

"Where are you going, Jack? You can't stand before your son in that bloody form!" Alana was disturbed by how his husband was acting.

"I bet not. You know how Symour is. He's different from children his age." Jack replied and continued walking.

"You…" Alana had no choice but to follow. They saw their son Symour in the same exact place that they left him. The boy less than 2 years of age was still drowning in his books.

The latter looked at them but mainly at his father Jack with no emotion to be found on his face whatsoever. This cold apathetic gaze struck everyone in a depressing stillness.

No words or action was taken amidst the three characters that were lost in each of their own thoughts. This was true until a child's voice broke it in time.

"You stink of blood. You should better wash yourself, Jack. This kind of smell bothers my senses." Symour made his thoughts known and was about to look down to continue his reading. The most update n0vels are published on Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

"Were you the one who helped me earlier?" Jack asked directly to the heart of why he came here.

This question was a subtle replacement of asking if Symour was the one responsible for killing more than 2 dozen men earlier. His son calling him by name did not even him bother him in the least.

It did not need telling that Symour had never called him father even once. Only plain Jack. Thus, this was nothing new or surprising to Jack at all.

"I was here all day. Reading. I could not have helped you even if I wanted you to, Jack." Symour shrugged and dabbled once more at the rich information that only books could provide in full.

"Are you satisfied now? Come here." Alana whispered harshly and gave his husband Jack a hard pinch on his side. The latter did not even react to the painful stimulation at all.

Jack had felt a more excruciating agony than this one. His eyes was still closely locked unto this strange boy that he helped usher into this cruel world.

Symour reminded him of the murderous crazy emotionless psychopaths that would sooner or later turn theirs and their loved one's world upside down in a path of destruction.

Jack had met many of them in his time in the Grim Crows mercenary. Both friends and foes alike.

"Shit." With this realization, Jack had to utter his most favorite word for trouble.

Visions of how this could all turn out badly for them all surfaced in his mind and he has not the slightest idea on how to counter even one of these fears. A shiver rippled in Jack's body.

"Please forgive your father, dear. He acts as a brute sometimes but he's a good man. I'll bring some olives and chunky bread and yummy Toffee Apples once I help your father change."

Alana said and dragged her husband away from the mini library.

"Thank you, Alana." Alana heard these words out and it made her smile sweetly in place. In her mind, her son Symour was the epitome of how a good child should behave.

She could already foresee a legion of beautiful girls begging for her son's time and attention in no time.

* * *

"BANG!" The doors in the main chamber closed and Alana was about to rip her husband's ass into pieces.

She could not believe how insensitive Jack had been in front of their son standing there all bloody and gross.

"Jack. We need to talk." Alana started but alas, that was all she was allowed to say.

"Hmmmp!" A hungry mouth locked hers and two pairs of lips began an ancient duel that was as old as time itself.

Jack's near death encounter fueled his nether region monster and it made him a sexual beast more than anything else.

"Ahhh…"

"Ahhh…"

"Ahhh…" Moans of pleasure serenaded the room after Alana's initial protest. It was a natural consequence between two people truly madly deeply in love with one another.

The day ended with this hot lovemaking. The next morning was definitely as intense as the previous night.

Jack feared that his family might be implicated in yesterday's slaughter but he would not let Alana and their son live in the wild like homeless vagabonds. So he stayed and no one came for them.

'Do they fear me because of my connection with the Grim Crows or is it something else entirely?' Jack mused in silence. He was not a fool in the first place.

No Grim Crow member aside from him was present in Pirn City. Thus, it was not that hard for him to throw a wild guess in the wind.

His son Symour with all his gifts and intellect was perhaps the most likely candidate for that incident. Jack had seen his fair share of magi on this world especially in his time in the mercenary.

"I only want peace in this life. Please give me that." Jack offered a silent prayer before pushing his worries aside completely.

He was a practical man and so he would not waste his time distressing over something that has not yet arrived.

* * *

At center of the city of Pirn stood a great castle. It was of course the abode of the mighty ruler of this place. Alas, this mighty ruler did not seem as composed as his title at this time.

"I have news, my Lord." A shadow ate barriers and distance before it transformed into an old man in dark robes.

This old man's face was timeless as a long silver hair covered his head and so did his desolate long white beard. In his eyes, both intelligence and wisdom could be seen in spades.

"Speak." The City Lord directed. He was not the least bit happy about this news at all.