Becoming God of a Dystopian World

While Mo Anna was inspecting these disciples who were acting no less than hungry wolves, she remembered how they had once hovered around her while showering her with praises and uncommon flattery, just to win her heart.

But now things had changed.

Everything started with Senior Cutie's announcement, about Zhao Luo and her.

Now, many of these disciples looked at her without hiding the evil intentions in their eyes.

While the others looked at Zhao Luo with hatred in their eyes which caused the expression of disgust on Mo Anna's face to change into that of a hostile one.

She would never let anyone hurt Zhao Luo because of her anymore.

'I am worried.'

She thought as she looked back at Zhao Luo while the disciple closed in on them.

Zhao Luo didn't care about these disciples and their barking, instead, he was solely focused on Rose.

"Your robe is torn and there are so many injuries on your body..."

Zhao Luo mumbled as his voice shook with bitterness, for he was not there when she was facing her opponents.

But even if Zhao Luo blamed himself for not being with her, it didn't matter, since, unlike avatar, Zhao Luo had appeared when Mo Anna needed him the most, even if it meant appearing in the middle of so many disciples who were no less than brainless and cowardly beasts.

Zhao Luo released his grip over Mo Anna's arms and turned around to look at the disciples.

A storm of wrath was building up in Zhao Luo's fists as he clenched them tightly while glancing at the many disciples with hatred, causing them to stop on their tracks.

He slowly opened his mouth.

"Why?"

In an extremely cold voice, Zhao Luo uttered a single word that made some of the disciples around them shudder.

These quivering disciples couldn't help but remember the scoldings they would get from their fathers when they were young.

While some of the extremely arrogant disciples smirked and raised their hands in a way that their palms were directed upwards.

"What do you mean, why?"

One of the disciples at the eighth level 'VIII', replied to Zhao Luo.

He turned around and looked at the other disciples and addressed them.

"Who 'Among Us' isn't from a big family?"

"NONE."

"Who Among Us isn't a genius of Xin Sect?"

"NONE."

"THEN I ASK YOU ALL, WHY DOES THIS NO-NAME GETS HER WHEN WE ALL HAVE BEEN COURTING HER FOR A YEAR?"

"UNFAIR."

The disciples acted like brainwashed followers of a cult while the disciple who was throwing questions at them was indeed a genius at leading fools towards a single goal.

"BOOM."

"Unfair, my foot."

Zhao Luo interrupted them by stomping his feet on the stage.

This caused a big crack to appear on the giant stage in the form of a circle with an area of a 20-meter radius while Zhao Luo being the center of this commotion.

This caused the spirits of the disciples to fall, as they had gotten a glimpse of Zhao Luo's strength and now they looked at him with widened eyes.

Zhao Luo with all eyes on him raised his hand.

"From now on, you all will be paying the price for courting her when I wasn't here."

Zhao Luo started with an unreasonable announcement but this was just the start.

"Those who have hurt her will be beaten black and blue before they are given a chance to crawl out of the stage."

Zhao Luo continued with a menacingly loud voice causing some of the disciples to shake and take a step back.

Some disciples were already cursing themselves for even getting involved in this drama of chasing the princess of Mo Family.

"Don't back off. Those who try to run away without taking their punishment...I will see you all once this tournament ends."

Zhao Luo spoke in an overbearing manner while ending his announcement with a 'crack' of his knuckle as he clasped his fist.

Mo Anna was looking at Zhao Luo with shock.

'Was he always this overwhelming?'

"Ba-Dump."

"Ba-Dump."

Her heartbeat hastened as she thought of the reason behind Zhao Luo's change.

'Is it only because of me?'

Mo Anna wondered with a blushing face as she also got ready to fight side by side with Zhao Luo.

Mo Anna was lost in her thoughts, while on the other hand, Zhao Luo had remembered something which caused a small grin to appear on his face.

'Going against these disciples is a million times easier than the sect leader himself.'

Zhao Luo remembered the pressure that the sect leader had applied to him when he was present in Xin Wang's palace.

'I even had to lie about the way I swing...'

Zhao Luo felt ashamed as he looked at Mo Anna who looked feisty at the moment and decided that his earlier incident should be kept buried forever.

Zhao Luo raised his fist and focused on the disciples in front of him.

He found one of the disciples walking towards him from the other end of the circle. It looked like that this disciple had just arrived.

There was no hesitation in his steps as he broke out of the circle while pushing around the surrounding disciples and came to stand in front of Zhao Luo.

"A level eight disciple...hmm, I have beaten many of such disciples already."

Zhao Luo said as he looked at the badge of the disciple who had appeared to face him.

"I am Xiao Yu."

The disciple said to Zhao Luo while clasping his hands.

"I am not one of these bastards, but"

The disciple named Xiao Yu pointed his thumb backward, clearly differentiating himself from the group, but he wasn't finished.

"But after seeing your power, I want to challenge you!"

Xiao Yu told Zhao Luo and raised his fist to stomp it back on the ground.

Zhao Luo looked at this big guy stomping with his leg which was as thick as that of a bear and was dumbfounded for a moment.

'What is he trying to do?'

Zhao Luo wondered but then,

'CRACK~'

The already broken stage was destroyed even further and the rumbling was a level more intense than when Zhao Luo had done the same action.

Zhao Luo's eyes broadened.

"Interesting!"

Zhao Luo said as he clapped at the marvelous show put up by Xiao Yu.

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