Becoming God of a Dystopian World

While Zhao Luo wondered about what Elder Gay would be saying with such a serious expression, Elder Gay brought his hands together.

He made a claw shape with both of his hands, one of which was more open than the other.

"Don't even try washing them. That doesn't remove the lingering energy of the tree from the fruits."

Elder Gay said to Zhao Luo while showing him his words in action as he rotated both of his hands' side by side.

"pfft."

Zhao Luo barely controlled his laughter while trying to speak.

"So the reason why the fruits can't be stored after we pluck them from the tree is because of the lingering energy of the tree is on it?"

Zhao Luo repeated what Elder Gay had told him but still, that didn't explain the situation.

"The tree's energy ruins the formation that keeps up the cubic space in the storage rings and other storage accessories. Thus the formation doesn't allow it to be stored."

Elder Gay clarified what he had just said in a more explainable way for Zhao Luo to understand.

'So, it was like that.'

Zhao Luo clapped his hands together like a dolphin who had made a new friend and was trying to express its happiness.

"I will remember it Elder."

After saying that Zhao Luo was ready to leave the mission hall's building since Senior Cutie was waiting outside for him with Xiao Yu and Pi Hao.

But before he could move away, Elder Gay stopped him once again.

"I have been wanting to ask you this, but I was holding myself back. Who is this on your back?"

Elder Gay asked Zhao Luo as he pointed at the guard who was still unconscious while being carried on Zhao Luo's back.

"He is a gua- friend."

"Ah, a friend of yours is also a friend of mine."

Elder Gay nodded as he was only curious about the identity of the man who had been present here since the beginning but didn't have much of a presence at all.

'A friend huh.'

Elder Gay thought and looked at Zhao Luo.

"Your disciple brothers must be waiting for you. Good Luck."

Elder Gay clasped his hands as he wished Zhao Luo well, just like someone would do for his friend.

"Thank you."

Zhao Luo bowed his head to the Elder and turned around to leave the building.

The moment Zhao Luo left the building, Senior Cutie, Xiao Yu, and Pi Hao got around Zhao Luo and gazed at him with burning eyes but didn't say a word.

They all wanted to know what the Elder had talked about but didn't want to ask about it either.

Zhao Luo understood the concerns of his disciple brothers and told them about the things that Elder Gay had informed him about.

"And he asked me about this guy."

Zhao Luo pointed at the face of the guard which was resting on Zhao Luo's left shoulder.

"Isn't he the friend you made in the forest?"

Xiao Yu said to Zhao Luo since, in the forest, they had never continued asking about the 'friend' after Zhao Luo's initial answer.

"Hah, it's complicated."

Zhao Luo said to them carefully after looking around the mission hall.

The space was getting crowded with the disciples that were entering through the black door.

Their group stood out too much so Zhao Luo waved them to get closer.

"Let's return to the living zone first. I will tell you everything when we return."

Zhao Luo slowly said to them after which the four left the mission hall and made their way to the green door.

Senior Cutie who was following behind Zhao Luo on the way back felt disturbed as he looked at the back of the sleeping guard.

'He can't be...'

His eyes trembled as the thing he feared may have been true.

'But if they really sent assassins after him, then how did Little Brother survive?'

Senior Cutie thought without giving a voice to his thoughts as he silently waited to reach the living zone.

Soon the four had reached the green door and Zhao Luo was the only person to enjoy the refreshing feeling that was emanating from the welcoming color of the door but his enjoyment didn't last long as the others looked to be in hurry.

Xiao Yu and Pi Hao looked eager to know the identity of this friend that Zhao Luo had suddenly brought back after being chased by the leader of the flying monkeys so they hurriedly passed through the green door.

Zhao Luo was smiling after watching the backs of Xiao Yu and Pi Hao disappearing as they entered the living zone but then his eyes landed on the bald senior who looked like he was lost in his thoughts.

'He is behaving weirdly.'

Zhao Luo wondered but then again Senior Cutie who was always ready to mess with Zhao Luo so he wasn't worried too much about it.

"What are you waiting for?"

Zhao Luo asked Senior Cutie who was gazing at the green door with expressionless eyes.

"Ah, nothing. Let's go."

Senior Cutie shook his head as whatever he was thinking was interrupted by Zhao Luo after which he entered the living zone.

'Nod.'

Zhao Luo followed behind him and entered the living zone.

"Let's go to my place."

Zhao Luo said to them as he kept on running while making his way towards his place.

A few minutes later the four stopped at the white palace which was in the middle of the last row of palaces.

Zhao Luo entered the palace and the other followed behind him.

'This is the first time I have invited someone to my house in the last century.'

Zhao Luo smiled as he place the guard down and sat down next to him.

The others also sat down around the guard. With the four around the guard, it looked like the guard was trapped in a four-point circle.

"So..."

Senior Cutie said as he and the others waited for Zhao Luo to give them the 'complicated' explanation.

"He is not my friend instead..."

Zhao Luo suddenly started talking since it was better for them to know.

'If the other guards have already returned then the 'Right Serpent' must know that I was the one who had taken down the guard leader and the fatty. So they may be in trouble since we were on the mission as a group.'

While thinking about their safety, Zhao Luo continued.

"..a guard under Mo Suo. Specifically under someone called the Right Serpent."

Zhao Luo exposed the identity of the so-called friend while Senior Cutie, Xiao Yu, and Pi Hao looked at the guard with murderous gazes.