Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

"Are you ready?"

Bu Xing asked Zhao Luo who looked like he was contemplating his thoughts.

Listening to the question by Bu Xing, Zhao Luo who was thinking about how easy the game was, looked up with a smile.

"Smile after you've won."

Bu Xing smirked as he noticed the expression on Zhao Luo's face.

"I am ready to win."

The smile on Zhao Luo's face slowly faded away and he looked ready for the start of the guessing game.

"Heh. I will start the countdown then.."

Bu Xing told Zhao Luo while giving out a short-lasting chuckle.

'Nod.'

Zhao Lou nodded his head and Bu Xing started the count.

"1"

"2"

'I will look up.'

Listening to the second count, Zhao Luo decided the direction where he will turn his face that is making his move 'upwards'.

"3"

Zhao Luo tilted his face upwards and at the same time he was moving his head up, Bu Xing was pointing his right hand in the same direction, that is, up.

"I win."

Bu Xing's voice sounded out in Zhao Luo's head multiple times and he lowered his head.

'What? Did he get lucky? Right from the start...Tsk!'

Zhao Luo was stunned for a moment as he had started with a loss, no less, after thinking that the game would be a breeze for him since Bu Xing had to point in the same direction as the one Zhao Luo would be choosing otherwise it would be a loss for him.

"I will attack the crowned piece."

Bu Xing announced. right away after winning game 1.

"Why the crowned piece?"

Zhao Luo questioned but Bu Xing stayed quiet while from behind him,

"mhmmm."

Rumble~

Zhao Luo looked at the crowned Dragon with the red wings which was in the tenth row and realized that it was coming to life as it slowly flapped its red wings.

Soon, the wings generated a red tornado that traveled to the crowned piece that Zhao Luo had.

Zhao Luo turned his head as he watched the tornado crashing on his piece.

( 4/5 )

A point was taken from the limit of the crowned sand lion's statue.

The dragon piece turned back to a lifeless one after the attack had ended and Zhao Luo turned his head back at Bu Xing.

"Do you think you can four more times?"

Zhao Luo felt confused by Bu Xing's decision to attack the crowned piece with his first chance.

"I am sure of it."

Bu Xing told Zhao Luo with a confident look.

'Even if I don't want to win, I can't help it.'

Once again Bu Xing looked a little sad but that didn't last long as he started the countdown for the second game ( or second round of the same game ).

"1", "2", "3".

Zhao Luo turned his face at the left while looking at Bu Xing's hand, and to his surprise was already pointing towards the left.

"What? But How?"

Zhao Luo was shocked. He felt cheated since Bu Xing had his hand pointed in the same direction even before Zhao Luo turned his head,

'Does he already know where I will be turning?'

Zhao Luo suspected that he was already trapped in the palm of Bu Xing.

"Don't worry."

Bu Xing who had won another chance smiled while pointing his finger upwards.

"A few elders are already watching this. So, if any one of us cheats, they will be the first ones to step in."

Bu Xing told Zhao Luo which assured him that there was no such thing as cheating here.

Zhao Luo instantly looked upwards and felt the gazes of the elders that were supposedly spectating this.

'Enjoying my misery?'

Zhao Luo complained while Bu Xing used his chance to attack the crowned piece once again.

Another tornado was generated by the wings of the crowned dragon on Bu Xing's side which soon struck the crowned piece on Zhao Luo's side and took another point of the limit.

( 3/5 )

'Shit.'

Zhao Luo cursed in his mind while looking back at Bu Xing who looked a little embarrassed for some reason.

Before Bu Xing could continue onwards to the third round of the game Zhao Luo heard a voice in his mind.

'He is not normal.'

The old man had woken up because of the distress Zhao Luo was in.

'What do you mean master?'

Zhao Luo asked the old man while on the other hand, Bu Xin had already started counting once again.

"1"

'You won't understand. Just turn your face up again and let me see if this kid can see through you once again.'

The old man instructed Zhao Luo and Zhao Luo was ready to act upon it.

"2"

"3"

Zhao Luo looked up while looking at Bu Xing, who once again was pointing his hand upwards.

"Another win."

Bu Xing mumbled while smiling.

"Grr"

'Old man, can you explain now?'

Zhao Luo looked helpless as he turned to the old man while Bu Xing had used his chance to attack the crowned piece of Zhao Luo for the third time.

'He is a difficult case.'

The old man felt reluctant to say something for the first time in his life as he still wanted to make sure of what he was seeing.

'Just how difficult could an inner disciple be for you to act like this, master?'

Zhao Luo who was questioning his master heard a blasting sound as the tornado struck the statue of the sand lion once again.

( 2/5 )

"Just two more wins and you will be out."

Bu Xing's said to Zhao Luo while looking calm as if what was happening right now was already the expected result.

"Good Luck."

Bu Xing suddenly wished Zhao Luo well out of nowhere which angered Zhao Luo so much that a vein could be seen bulging on Zhao Luo's forehead.

"Phew."

Zhao Luo calmed himself and showed a forced smile as he nodded his head at Bu Xing who had started the fourth round.

"1"

"2"

"3"