Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Zhao Luo watched Xiao Yu while moving towards Senior Cutie who was chasing after four spies like a mad monkey.

Senior Cutie closed in on one of them and brought down his bronze rod on his head.

"Skull Smash."

The rod smacked right on the head of the spy causing it to break open like a melon.

A melon indeed as blood splashed out of the skull as his rod without stopping brought down the spy on the desert surface.

"Boom."

The sand grains were blown away as a sand crater was formed where the spy had been smashed.

'Rustle.'

Slowly the sand gathered back on the body of the spy burying him under it.

"Do you think I will need your help, Little Brother?"

Senior Cutie shouted at Zhao Luo without looking at him.

"Hah, this baldy."

Zhao Luo who hadn't seen Senior Cutie fight before was seeing a new sight of his senior.

Zhao Luo stopped and brought his arms around his chest as he spectated with a carefree manner.

The three swordsmen and the two spies who were whacked away by Senior Cutie before were standing behind their so-called leader who was looking at Zhao Luo with a smile in his eyes.

He had just lost four of his men. If it was a sane leader, then he would have a tragic look over the loss of his henchmen but his eyes said otherwise.

'Pleasure.'

'I feel it.'

'He looks familiar.'

'No way.'

The leader stared at Zhao Luo who was unconscious of the leader's eyes that were preying on him.

"Senior Cutie is too much."

Zhao Luo spectated another head get smashed by Senior Cutie without any protest.

It was a one-sided fight of babies going against a gorilla.

"He fights like Sun Wukong of the legends."

Zhao Luo mumbled while looking at the movements of his senior.

Zhao Luo enjoyed the show while remembering an ancient character that he had only read stories about.

"Brother, who is sun wukong?"

Pi Hao looked back at Zhao Luo and questioned.

'Hah.'

Zhao Luo scoffed at Pi Hao's question as he had no idea where to even begin his answer from.

"Life Palm."

"Crack~"

A sound of bone cracking entered his ears and Zhao Luo turned his head to look in the direction of Xiao Yu.

'Thud.'

The spy was on his knees with a broken neck and lifeless eyes.

The other two spies were already lying on the desert with open eyes.

Zhao Luo couldn't help but feel awed as he looked at Xiao Yu who stood there without a scratch.

"He is strong."

Zhao Luo commented as Xiao Yu was moving towards them.

A moment later Xiao Yu joined them and Senior Cutie smashed the chest of the fourth spy with his bronze rod.

"Why hasn't he joined?"

Xiao Yu who was glancing at Senior Cutie after joining Zhao Luo and Pi Hao looked at the leader of the spies and asked.

The leader was standing in front of the other spies, noticed Xiao Yu looking at him, and turned his cold eyes towards him.

"Blegh"

A dirty pressure fell on Xiao Yu causing him to take a step back.

"He is just afraid."

Zhao Luo commented while not giving any face to the spy leader.

Soon, Senior Cutie also joined them.

"Little Brother, why are you smiling?"

Senior Cutie asked Zhao Luo with an awkward look.

'I am smiling?'

Zhao Luo wondered as he did feel a change in him after killing the spies.

Zhao Luo hadn't noticed but killing the two enemies gave birth to agreed in him that he himself wasn't aware of.

'It's like I want more.'

Zhao Luo thought in his mind as he turned around to look at the leftovers.

"You."

"Come!"

Zhao Luo pointed Blackey at the leader of the spies and ordered him.

Looking at Zhao Luo's cold demeanor the leader started laughing.

"Hahaha."

"I remember stabbing you but you weren't even half as strong as you are now."

"I wonder what happened?"

A cold murderous voice hit them as the leader recollected his interaction with Zhao Luo.

"You stabbed me?"

Zhao Luo was stupefied as he heard the leader's words.

"Did you lose your mind after losing your subordinates?"

Zhao Luo stepped up and shouted at the leader.

'What bullshit is this bastard spouting?'

Zhao Luo thought while not believing his words as he moved towards the leader just to stop the next moment.

"Subordinates?"

"These pieces of trash?"

The leader laughed off Zhao Luo's words as he turned around.

'Thud, Thud, Thud...'

The five remaining spies went on their knees while shoving their heads in the sand as they started begging for their lives.

"Forgive us, Lord."

"I will."

The leader coldly said which gave the spies some hope.

The leader moved his right arm and his hand could be seen equipped with a dark claw, the tips of which were red.

With hope in their eyes, the spies raised their heads just to find a dark bloody claw coming at them.

"Slash."

With one swing of his right arm, the claw of the leader ripped apart his five subordinates.

With wide eyes, the spies dropped one by one.

The leader slowly turned around and looked at Zhao Luo.

'Tremble.'

A cold feeling enveloped him.

A feeling that Zhao Luo was familiar with.

"It's just like that time."

Zhao Luo remembered his first meeting with the Sect Leader.

"And that time."

Then time Mo Rong was coldly gazing at him.

A dark, murderous pressure fell on the four and they all stepped back except Zhao Luo.

"You are different."

The leader said loudly in a cold tone and with curved eyes as he could hardly hide his smile that was hidden by the dark cloth.

"Look at how terrified they are."

Zhao Luo turned around and found Xiao Yu and Senior Cutie looking smoked while Pi Hao was even trembling in fear.

Zhao Luo turned towards the leader and stared back at him.

Zhao Luo mumbled as even though his brothers were scared by this mad act of the leader, he couldn't care less except being a little shocked.

'The pressure from him is the same but the strength is different.'

Zhao Luo differentiated between the feeling he was getting from the leader and the ones he had come to face before.

'But why did he call me different? Is it because I am not scared by his actions?'

Zhao Luo wondered as he waited for the leader to say something.

"The happy look on your face as you killed your enemies and the twisted look of pleasure that you have now...You are just like me."

The leader told Zhao Luo.

"I am the same as you?"

Zhao Luo stumbled backward in confusion.

"You are someone who enjoys killing people."

The leader announced as he started laughing.

"I enjoy killing?"

Zhao Luo looked down at his swords and found a reflection of his smiling face on Blackey.