Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

Zhao Luo turned around and looked at the guards that were surrounding the tree.

'These people are the only group of people here.'

'The old man is trapped in the tree?'

Zhao Luo wondered as he stared at the team leader and Butler Mo who were standing just behind the other guards.

'What are they up to?'

Zhao Luo squinted his eyes at the three guards who had their hands on something which was the hilt but Zhao Luo couldn't know that yet.

Zhao Luo started moving towards the guards.

"On second thoughts, I would like you all to move away from that tree."

Zhao Luo said coldly, and this caused the instant attention of everyone to fall on him.

As they looked at Zhao Luo and realized the cold look in his eyes, the slow and powerful steps that he was taking while coming at them, all of the guards took a step back.

Even Butler Mo and the Team Leader were silent as they knew from the look on Zhao Luo's face that there was no chance or if's and but's.

Zhao Luo smiled as he looked in the front while feeling amused. This was the first time others had followed his words without retaliating.

"Is it because of this headless corpse on my shoulder?"

Zhao Luo muttered from under his breath as he looked at the neck of the monkey.

"Thank you, monkey boy."

Zhao Luo said and started laughing genuinely.

He had killed the beast, gotten back his capsule, he was going to be reunited with his master and lastly, people were listening to him without arguing back. So many good things were happening to him that even he was baffled and thus the reason behind his laughter.

But this laugh was shot lasting one as right in front of his eyes, a fat man moved towards him slowly.

"Fatty get out of the way."

Zhao Luo said to Butler Mo as he was the one who was coming in his way.

"He is the TARGET."

Butler Mo shouted as there was no reason to continue with his plan anymore.

The guards looked aggressive but before they could move or Butler Mo could give out his order to attack Zhao Luo, the Team Leader raised his hand and stopped everything.

"Target?"

Zhao Luo tilted his head and questioned them.

"Oh!"

Zhao Luo palmed his fist into his other hand as though he had been hit by a sudden realization.

"Are you out on a beast subjugation mission too?"

Zhao Luo asked them while grabbing the back of the headless beast and slowly moving its corpse towards them.

"To kill the flying monkeys."

Zhao Luo completed his sentence while some of the guards looked disturbed by the hideous corpse.

"Ah, yes, yes. We are indeed on a beast subjugation mission."

The team leader answered Zhao Luo in a convincing tone while smiling under his mask.

'What are you doing?"

Butler Mo whispered in the ears of the Team Leader.

'Just wait.'

The team leader told him as he kept on looking at Zhao Luo.

"I see. As I could already guess. But..."

Zhao Luo said to him while reaching the tree.

As he stood between the tree and the guards, Zhao Luo looked at them.

"I would like you guys to leave this place."

Zhao Luo who had never been overbearing before had to act like this to quell the anger of his old man.

'Are you happy now, master?'

Zhao Luo gently said in his mind while waiting for the reply of the old man and the answer of these people in front of him.

"We will leave this place right away."

The team leader said he slightly bowed his head and clasped his hands.

The other guards also followed his actions and clasped their hands as if saluting Zhao Luo before departing from this place.

"Haha."

Butler Mo awkwardly laughed as he looked between Zhao Luo and the Team Leader.

"Are you fucking with me?"

He slowly said to the team leader who only replied with three words.

instead of the three infamous words, "I love you", the words were different in this case.

"Just believe me", said the team leader while keeping his head low and then turning around to move out of there.

The moment all of them turned around, the Team Leader spoke to Butler Mo.

"The moment he grabs the golden hilt, we will ump him."

Butler Mo showed an evil smirk and the plan was passed to all of the guards as they kept on glancing back at Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo had also turned around towards the tree and right then the old man's voice echoed out in Zhao Luo's head.

'You have changed.'

The old man said to Zhao Luo as he couldn't have imagined that his disciple would be able to just order others to leave like this as the guards hadn't even given Zhao Luo a chance to persuade them into leaving this place.

"Thank You."

Zhao Luo felt glad as the old man's voice had calmed down and his eyes landed on the golden hilt.

"A hilt?"

'Yes, grab it and squeeze it tightly before pulling it out with your full force.'

Right when Zhao Luo was going to question the thing he had seen, the old man passed some instructions to Zhao Luo with a tired tone.

Instructions that sounded weird because of the tired tone that the old man was using.

Without questioning his master, Zhao Luo grabbed the hilt with both of his hands and used the strength of his arms to pull, whatever was attached to the guard of the hilt, out of the tree trunk.

Zhao Luo could feel the blade coming out of the center of the tree trunk slowly as if it was sliding upwards as he pulled it out.

"ATTACK."

A shout came from behind him as a shadow was falling over him and the guards led by the team leader were coming at him from behind him.

'Don't worry and just pull it out.'

Old man's voice echoed in his head once more and Zhao Luo followed it without questioning it even slightly.

The shadow over him got bigger and bigger as Butler Mo was falling on him with hopes of crushing Zhao Luo under his 600 kg mass.

"Amazing."

Zhao Luo kept on pulling the sword and a meter-long blade was already visible and it looked like half of it was still stuck in the ground.

Just from what looked like the half of the blade, a light of seven colors was shining and pressure stronger than that of the Sect Leader escaped from it and struck the falling Butler.

"BOOM."

The Butler was blown to bits just by the sudden pressure that had hit him while the guards and the team leader who were coming at Zhao Luo had stopped at their spots after being blinded by the light coming out of the blade.

'NOW PULL IT ALL OUT.'

The old man shouted cheerfully in his mind.

'The hell are you saying, old man.'

Zhao Luo thought that the old man had gone crazy and even he wasn't thinking straight since he could feel a burning sensation in his palms as the blood in his hands flowed over the hilt and was slowly dying the blade red while covering its own colorful radiance.