Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

Zhao Luo looked up with a distorted look. He was quite satisfied with how much he had improved since arriving at the Xin Sect.

But now the old man had crumbled that satisfaction into pieces.

Zhao Luo had a begging look on his face.

"What should I do?"

ZhaobLuo asked the old man while obviously pointing towards increasing his strength.

"No."

Zhao Luo shook his head and went down on his knees.

"Master, please help me get stronger."

Zhao Luo sincerely urged the old man.

In the dark space where only Zhao Luo and the old man were, the old man had a wide look on his face while staring at Zhao Luo who was kneeling in front of him.

'What do I do now?'

The old man thought while keeping up a poker face as Zhao Luo was already looking at him while waiting for gis answer.

'I just wanted to motivate him and return to my sleep but who knew that he would ask for my help.'

The old man looked around while thinking of a way to reason with Zhao Luo.

"Master!"

Zhao Luo said with a loud voice.

'What is this old man waiting for?'

He thought since for the first time, his master, the Emperor of Gods, was taking quite a long to answer a simple request of his.

With a baffled look on his face, he found the old man raising his hand.

"You."

The old man closed his fist while pointing it at Zhao Luo.

"I have a method that will make you strong while also increasing the speed of your improvement by a step."

Like a master who had mastered the art of opening the fingers of a tightened fist, the old man opened up his index and middle finger.

'So he did have a way.'

Zhao Luo smiled as he bowed his head in front of the old man and while looking down he slowly opened his mouth.

"Success."

With a sneaky smile on his face, Zhao Luo mumbled.

All of his acting and self-blaming had finally paid off.

'Does he think I am a fool?'

Zhao Luo thought in his head and grinned since, from the start, he had never believed his master's words.

'How could a dog be more powerful than me when I can blow the head off of an adult flying monkey's body with a single technique?'

"Now get up."

The old man's voice sounded out and Zhao Luo got up while slowly shaking off his irrelevant thoughts.

"Master, what is the reward?"

Zhao Luo asked the old man who had his arms raised at Zhao Luo.

"Attack me."

The old man said in a commanding tone.

"Me? Attack you?"

Zhao Luo trembled with excitement. Somewhere in his heart, he had this desire to go against the emperor of gods.

Nevertheless, his excitement couldn't outweigh the fear of facing a godly entity.

"Don't worry."

The old man closed his fists and opened up the fifth digit, that is, his pinky finger of both hands was directed at Zhao Luo.

"I will only use them in this fight."

The old man reassured Zhao Luo while moving his left foot forward and rotating once to leave a white circle within which he stood straight.

The circle was so well drawn by the old man, that even if he moved a single inch, his foot would be outside the circle.

"And I will not leave this circle."

The old man had a mysterious smile on his face.

With a baffled look Zhao Luo who had been shocked by his master's 'transformation', Zhao Luo got up and took out the glass sword.

"Will this method really work?"

Zhao Luo questioned the old man before throwing himself at him.

'Or do you just want to beat the shit out of me?'

Some words which couldn't be said out loud were cleansed as they passed through his head.

"Do you think, I restricted my movements and told you that I will hold back, just so you can attack me and I can beat the shit out of you? Is that it? You unfilial mistake."

The old man looked angered over Zhao Luo's worry.

'Did he just read my mind?'

Zhao Luo staggered while moving forward.

"I will attack you but don't blame me for chopping off your fingers."

Zhao Luo said to the old man while raising his sword.

The worried look in his eyes changed. Zhao Luo's eyes looked sharp as he leaped towards the old man who looked calmer than ever and was even smiling while seeing the glass sword coming down on his head.

"Vertical Slash."

Zhao Luo brought down his sword which he was holding with both of his hands.

'Swoosh.'

While tearing apart the space around the sword, Zhao Luo was thinking of the bloody scene that he will witness once the sword lands on the old man's finger.

But to his surprise the moment his sword touched the right hand's pinky of old man, it started trembling.

'Ching~'

Zhao Luo was thrown ten feet away by the fierce vibration of the glass sword which had been blocked by the smallest finger of the old man.

Not only did he effortlessly block Zhao Luo's sword which had all of his strength behind it, but also deflected it back with the twitch of his finger.

Zhao Luo had 'WTF' written all over his face. His mouth was wide opened and looked like it will drop to the floor soon.

This was when he finally realized that his master was indeed a supreme being.

"Master. Please guide me."

Zhao Luo looked excited as he clasped his hands in front of the old man.

'Even if it doesn't make me strong, it will be a good experience.'

Zhao Luo realized that this was a rare chance and looked down for a moment.

"Ifrit."

A crimson sword appeared in his other hand while Zhao Luo raised his towards his master who was just a single step away from falling to his sleep.

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