Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

At the tree, Butler Mo was standing with the team leader as both of them were staring hard at the golden hilt.

"How uncommon."

The team leader spoke while marveling at the artistic beauty that was emanating from the hilt's gold color while there was no sign of any art carved on the hilt. That's how mysterious just the hilt that was stuck at the center of the lower part of the tree, was.

"Uncommon indeed. If it was a fruit, then that would have still been understandable since the birth of fruit is part of a fruit tree's life."

Butler Mo started talking like a philosopher while the team leader looked at him with wide eyes.

"A fruit in the middle of a tree's trunk...."

'What a stupid pig.'

He cursed at Butler Mo and moved backward.

While staring at it, Butler Mo also stepped back.

After his palm strike, there was quite enough space above the hilt so if they wanted to pull it out, they could have, but the two didn't even try pulling it out themselves instead.

"Hey, You! Grab the Hilt and Pull it."

Butler Mo told the guard to do it instead.

"Yes."

The next moment, the guard was giving it his all while grabbing the hilt.

"Ahhhhh."

No matter how much he screamed, his hair didn't grow neither did the hilt moved from its place.

The team leader sent another guard to help the first one.

But the result was the same. Both of them had red faces as they pulled it towards themselves with all their strength. Looking at the failure of the two guards.

Butler Mo sent another guard while opening his mouth to say something,

"Three is always better than two."

'As if others don't know that.'

Th team leader stopped himself from cursing the fatty as Butler Mo kept on dropping facts as though he was the only one with such knowledge.

While the third guard also moved towards the hilt and grabbed it, someone was approaching them.

Zhao Luo was moving up by stepping on the rubble that was making a mountain, the peak of which was a few meters away from the hole.

With the headless corpse hanging on his shoulder, he jumped from the top of the rubble towards the root that was next to the hole. Using the thick root as the stepping stone Zhao Luo exited the hole.

"Fresh air."

The few minutes he had spent underground were suffocating especially with the stench of the monkey boy.

The moment Zhao Luo rushed out of the hole and shouted, every one of the guards, the team leader, and Butler Mo was staring at him as if they had seen a ghost.

"A-a h-headless hairy b-beast."

"And a m-man."

A few guards had even fallen on their butts as they witnessed Zhao Luo landing on the ground with the headless corpse of the flying monkey hanging on his shoulder.

'There were others here too? Did they just arrive?'

Zhao Luo thought but he had no reason to worry as his capsule was already in his storage while the body of the beast leader was in his possession too.

Zhao Luo looked at the fattest of them all, Butler Mo, and spoke.

"I am just passing by, Don't mind me."

The guards started nodding as they had yet to realize that the person in front of them was their target.

Butler Mo was also silent since the shock of seeing an adult flying monkey on the back of a disciple was too much for him.

Looking at the silent faces of these people whose aces were covered with a purple mask, Zhao Luo didn't wait for their reply and turned around as he started moving away from the hole and the tree.

The three guards continued pulling the sword while the team leader turned towards Zhao Luo and stared at his departing back before raising his step in his direction.

'Clap'

Butler Mo grabbed the team leader's arm and stopped him from going after Zhao Luo.

"Let him depart. It doesn't look like he is in a hurry so we will circle around him and then close in on him to strike the killing blow in a swift manner."

Butler Mo told the team leader and the team leader was, for the first time, impressed by the Butler.

While the Butler Mo turned around to look at the three guards who were trying to pull the sword, Zhao Luo had already stopped in his tracks.

'HAHAHA'

"What?"

A laughing sound erupted in his mind and Zhao Luo questioned it.

'Little Rascal.'

The voice cursed at Zhao Luo and even though he felt like he had heard this voice before, Zhao Luo was enraged.

"Which bastard is cursing me?"

Zhao Luo cursed back at the voice but the next dialogue of the voice left him with trembling legs, drooping face, and sulking eyes.

'What do you call a person who calls his eternal master, a bastard?'

The voice which was energetic a moment ago sounded old yet extremely powerful. So powerful that his mind was overwhelmed and the trembling legs of Zhao Luo stopped trembling and he fell down on his knees.

"thud!"

"I missed you old man."

Zhao Luo mumbled slowly as he bit his lips and barely controlled the tears in his eyes which were ready to roll down his cheeks.

He finally remembered who the voice belonged to. But instead of focusing on the old man's question, he was already trying to forget about it.

'We will catch up later, but first get these imbeciles away from me.'

Old man's angry voice echoed out in his mind and Zhao Luo felt lost by his master's words.

'Who's stupid enough to put his hands on the old man?'

Just when he thought he had somewhat reunited with the old man, the old man was already complaining about something in his mind.

"Where are you master?"

Zhao Luo asked him while getting up from the ground.

'Behind you. Just get these people away from me.'

The old man shouted at Zhao Luo as though he couldn't wait anymore.