Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

Zhao Luo looked at Mo Suo with calm eyes while pulling back Ifrit and storing it in his storage space.

"I asked, What are you doing with my slave?"

Mo Suo inquired angrily as he looked at the calm demeanor of Zhao Luo.

A moment ago Zhao Luo's ferociousness was over the roof and it seemed like he was ready to slay Big Bean but now he looked somewhat delighted behind his calm expression.

"What do you think? I am taking his life as you have already told me."

Zhao Luo told Mo Suo as he placed his hand on Big Bean's shoulder.

'Nobody's a slave. No matter what their status at birth is, no circumstances can decide one's freedom.'

Zhao Luo whispered this to Big Bean whose eyes shined and such a big fellow could be seen tearing up.

"You..."

Looking at this Mo Suo clenched his jaws.

'I was fooled.'

'By a commoner.'

'I, the king of this hall, fell for a pleasant's words.'

Mo Suo was digesting while realizing what Zhao Luo had done to him.

Even though 'taking life', sounded like killing someone, but there was no such clarity in what Zhao Luo had spoken in front of all these spectators.

"Hahaha, I messed up."

Mo Suo laughed.

Hearing his awkward laugh, the outer disciples there shuddered while thinking that Mo Suo had gone mad.

"You, forget about your sister."

Mo Suo threatened Big Bean and then turned to look at Zhao Luo.

While Zhao Luo was further detested at Mo Suo's threat towards Big Bean.

He looked at Big Bean whose tears were silently rolling down his cheeks.

'So Big Bean's slavery had something to do with his sister.'

Zhao Luo wondered but that is when Mo Suo shouted at him.

"As for you, Zhao Luo right? I will teach you what it's like to mess with me, soon."

Mo Suo announced to Zhao Luo as if he already knew the outcome of their fight.

Zhao Luo looked at Mo Suo with a loathsome gaze but stopped himself from talking back.

'I would love to beat the crap out of him now...'

Zhao Luo looked down and closed his eyes for a second.

'But I don't think I can keep on standing for too long.'

Zhao Luo noted that more tha his stomach which had been shocked because of Big Ben's kick, his legs were hurting like hell. Using multiple Half Walks physically was different than using them in the dark world, where Zhao Luo could train infinitely if he wanted to.

"Let's go."

Mo Sup told Rose and then looked around.

"How long do you plan to disgrace me by lying around like that?"

He shouted at the ones who were still on the ground after being thrown out by Zhao Luo.

Slowly, one by one they all got up and gathered behind him.

They made way for Mo Suo who was dragging Rose along with him.

"So he leaves like this."

Feng Ma said who still felt bitter for not getting back at Mo Suo.

Zhao Luo looked at the departing back of Mo Suo and Rose and felt his heartache.

Saying what he wanted to say, Mo Suo was towards the inner areas of the training zone with Rose and Zhao Luo could do nothing but stare at them helplessly.

"If only I was a little stronger..."

Zhao Luo muttered silently as a dejected look covered his face while his legs were going numb.

'What?'

He was losing strength in them as they started wobbling.

Zhao Luo who had been continuing with his adrenaline rush, felt all the unbearable pain surging from his legs.

"Ahhhh."

Zhao Luo moaned in pain as his legs finally gave up under the unfathomable pain.

While falling to the ground he was supported by a big hand that easily covered his whole back.

"Big Bean!"

Zhao Luo said while Feng Ma and Si Chen jumped on the stage to help Zhao Luo.

Senior Cutie also landed next to them and grabbed Zhao Luo's legs.

"WHAT?"

With a troubled look, he cried out and loosened his grip over Zhao Luo's leg.

Zhao Luo's legs looked scrawny as though the sturdy muscles in his legs had been dried down.

'Half walk.'

Zhao Luo mumbled as though he had really underestimated the technique.

A technique that used internal energy peruse, was somewhat used without any internal energy.

Zhao Luo had was already able to move past 7 meters with his half walk. But the toll it took on his legs was devastating.

"How bad is it?"

Zhao Luo asked Senior Cutie with a tragic look on his face.

'Sigh~'

'Thankfully, this happened after Rose left.'

Zhao Luo sighed in relief but the pain caused his face to have a twisted look.

"You may end up missing the ranking tournament."

Senior Cutie told Zhao Luo with a hardened look as a sweat bead fell from his bald head and dropped on Zhao Luo's dried-up leg.

'Ack.'

A painful sensation passed through his leg but still, Zhao Luo smiled.

"Take him to the Living Zone. I will be back with the Junior Elder."

Senior Cutie appointed them with this task.

Zhao Luo who was smiling felt his consciousness fading away while a ringing sound erupted in his mind.

The next instant he fell unconscious leaving the other three worried for him.

"ZHAO LUO"

"Brother."

"Brother Zhao Luo."

Big Bean, Si Chen, and Feng Ma shouted together as they saw Zhao Luo's closed eyes.

Senior Cutie was the only one who looked calm.

"Don't worry, he has just passed out momentarily because of the pain."

Senior Cutie told them as he glanced at Zhao Luo's face which still had a smile on it.

"Now do as I have said."

Senior Cutie told them hurriedly.

Big Bean with the help of Si Chen placed Zhao Luo on his back. Then Si Chen and Big Bean went away with Zhao Luo.

Looking at their back Senior Cutie whose eyes were still on Zhao Luo, looked like he was in his own world of thoughts.

"I even advised you, do not pick a fight with anyone, and here you are, taking out around thirty disciples."

Senior Cutie mumbled while Feng Ma looked at him.

"Senior Cutie, it sounds like you brought him here. Who is this brother?"

Feng Ma asked out of curiosity as he wondered about Zhao Luo's identity.

"He is Zhao Luo. He was promoted to outer disciple today. Except that I don't know anything more about him."

Hearing Senior Cutie talk about Zhao Luo, Feng Ma was shocked to the core.

"Then he must have been a trainee disciple just a day ago."

Feng Ma realized the situation.

He, himself was a genius of a royal family but never in his life, had he seen a disciple, getting to level eight VIII right after coming to the outer hall.

"Which family does he belongs to?"

Feng Ma raised a question as he couldn't connect Zhao Luo with any family that he knew of.

"No idea. But there is one thing clear about him."

"What's that?"

"He is exceptionally strong. Imagine taking down more than thirty disciples who are at the same level as you and had been in the outer hall for years. Nobody would believe that such a feat would be possible for someone who was a trainee disciple just a while ago."

Senior Cutie answered Feng Ma while shaking his shiny head.

"Senior what about you?"

Feng Ma inquired as he looked at Senior Cutie with desire filling his drunken eyes.

"Even I can't say with full confidence that I would have been able to take them all on like him."

Senior Cutie tightened his fist.

The date of the ranking match was just a week away and a disciple like Zhao Luo had joined them.

"Let's hurry. We need to meet the Junior Elder."

Senior Cutie told Feng Ma as they had an urgent matter on their hand.

Feng Ma nodded as it really wasn't the time to think about testing this Senior of his.

"Yeah Let's go."

Feng Ma replied and followed Senior Cutie who had started moving.

The unconscious Zhao Luo was being carried to the living zone by Big Bean and Si Chen who were accompanying them.

This time Zhao Luo didn't enter the dark space but instead, he was currently in a dream.

'Mhmm.'

"Where am I?"

Zhao Luo questioned as he forced himself to wake up and found himself on a big bed.

The first thing he did was to look at his legs.

"They are fine but they haven't toned anymore."

Zhao Luo said as he inspected his legs.

Zhao Luo realized the shape of his legs that looked fatter than one's which were shaped sharper with muscles.

"A dream."

Zhao Luo said as he got up from the bed.

"All that was a dream."

Zhao Luo mumbled when he looked at himself in the mirror.

The hairs were back to black. His body shale wasn't anything spectacular either.

"Ifrit."

Zhao Luo called out but nothing appeared in his hand.