Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Their leader, the level eight bronze rank disciple raised his hand to stop them from shouting at Zhao Luo and showed a gentle smile.

He turned around to look at his six lackeys.

"To earn respect, you must show them respect. They are our juniors so we should treat them like that. So don\'t shout at them instead answer them politely."

The leading disciple of the red group went off loudly even though it seemed like he was reprimanding his subordinates for shouting at Zhao Luo.

Once again turning back to look at Feng Ma, who he had mistaken as Zhao Luo, the disciple introduced himself.

"I am Wang Redo, the leader of the Burning Pheonix group. And these are your seniors who are also being to the burning phoenix group. I am here to invite you to my group.."

"hmm"

Feng Ma wondered about how he should reply to this senior who was proudly announcing his name and the group he was leading and glanced at Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo wanted to watch more of this so he kept quiet.

For some reason, none of the ones with the red stripes who belonged to the burning phoenix group knew who Zhao Luo actually was thus they kept on asking Feng Ma for the time being.

The disciples with the blue and green stripes at the left and right stayed quiet as they had grins hanging on their faces.

Zhao Luo looked at them and realized that the ones on the sides knew what was going on but they had chosen to watch Wang Redo make fun of himself.

But there was another reason why they had stayed silent while wAng Redo talked about his group. 

Their group\'s leaders weren\'t here yet thus even if the disciples who had blue and green stripes combined their strength, they wouldn\'t be able to take down Wang Redo alone, thus they waited.

Zhao Luo looked at their choice and signaled Feng Ma.

Feng Ma took a short sip of wine to show his composure even when surrounded by so many seniors which impressed Wang Redo so much that he had decided to take him in his group.

"I want to say something."

Feng Ma mumbled slowly while stuttering that showed how drunk he was by now but even this impressed Wang Redo.

\'What an amazing junior. I must have him. Truly, Second Elder\'s friend can\'t be ordinary.\'

"Go on."

Wang Redo told Feng Ma.

"I am not Brother."

Feng Ma who was drunk said in the simplest way while pointing his flask at Zhao Luo.

"I see. I already knew that. You are not him. And he can never be you. Thus is the difference between a genius and someone ordinary."

Wang Redo nodded while speaking words of great importance while Zhao Luo and the others could barely hold back his laughter.

"You think, my brother isn\'t a genius?"

Feng Ma was angered as he heard Wang Redo\'s words that were clearly hurting his pride too since he cared a lot about Zhao Luo.

\'He must have a strong bond with his brothers. What a great guy.\'

Wang Redo was even more sure of the fact that this angry drunkard in front of him was Zhao Luo.

"No, I never meant to degrade your brother. But you are on another level."

Wang Redo corrected his words but the next dialogue by Feng Ma shocked him.

"How can I be on another level, when Brother is the King of Outer Hall?"

Feng Ma said to Wang Redo while bringing his wine flask to his lips as he started indulging himself with the fragrance of the wine instead of just drinking it.

\'Pat.\'

"You did good, now let me talk."

Zhao Luo whispered to Feng Ma who had been acting as his spokesperson till now and stepped forward to deal with these disciples who had surrounded them simply because they wanted him to join their group.

\'So all this time...\'

Wang Redo looked like he had lost a year of his life as he looked at Zhao Luo who was smiling at him and the disciples behind him.

"Greetings Seniors. I am Zhao Luo."

Zhao Luo said to them as he slowly bowed his head.

Looking at the smile on Zhao Luo\'s handsome face Wang Redo felt betrayed.

\'Why did he had to be Zhao Luo? Why?\'

He was trying to blame this on someone and who was better than the one who had stayed quiet.

"Why didn\'t you correct me sooner?"

Wang Redo looked slightly angered as he questioned Zhao Luo.

His nice-guy persona was nowhere to be seen and now he just wanted to get away from this place.

He looked around while questioning Zhao Luo and found the snickering of the other two groups.

\'These bastards.\'

Just like the name of the group Wang Redo burned in anger and right then Zhao Luo\'s answer came to him.

"I would have if the seniors behind you hadn\'t shouted at me."

Under Zhao Luo\'s silver hair, his eyes trembled as he stared directly at the ones behind Wang Redo.

"I see."

Wang Redo glanced back and glared at the six lackeys and nodded his head, that is, sending them a \'something\'s waiting for you all when we get back\' message.

"So what do you think about joining our gro-"

"Hold your horses."

A melodious voice caused Zhao Luo and the others to get goosebumps as it entered their ears and they instantly looked at the disciple who had spoken just now.

A female disciple was making their way towards them and watching her coming towards them all three groups looked baffled.

"It\'s her."

"Yuu Mi the Maiden."

Zhao Luo could hear the murmurs of the disciples around him as his eyes were stuck on the female disciple.

"Why are you here, Yuu Mi?"

Wang Redo questioned her.

"You have no reason to be here. Your group only accepts female disciples so why?"

Wang Redo looked annoyed as he asked the female disciple who was named Yuu Mi.

"I am here for the same reason as you."

Yuu Mi looked at Zhao Luo and smiled.