Becoming God of a Dystopian World

The crashing show continued for some minutes and gave Zhao Luo the feeling of soon being hit by a truck.

After that, in ten more seconds of watching this show, that disciple who had been charging in Zhao Luo's direction was standing twenty feet away from Zhao Luo.

The disciple intensely stared at Zhao Luo.

'Does he intend to set me on fire?'

Zhao Luo thought with a smirk as he looked at the disciple's badge.

'He is also a level eight 'VIII'

Zhao Luo confirmed the level of the disciple and wondered about the look in the eyes of this disciple.

Even he didn't know what kind of rumor had spread about him that could cause the disciple in front of him to have such an intense hatred in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Luo.

"What?"

Zhao Luo questioned him whilst he tightened his fist.

"Handsome. Silver Hair. Broad Shoulders. Clear Eyes with unmeasurable depth. You're the one."

The disciple started spouting nonsense while inspecting Zhao Luo.

"What?"

Zhao Luo couldn't help but repeat the same question.

'What is he going on about? But he is only speaking facts.'

Zhao Luo nodded as a smile crept upon his face when the words spoken by the disciple had spoken sank in.

"Looks ARROGANT when he smiles."

The disciple said as smoke came out of his nose.

Zhao Luo froze while his smile slowly vanished.

"You Bastard. I don't care if you shit on Mo Suo or the ground BUT how dare you hit on my lovely Senior."

The disciple shouted at Zhao Luo.

The disciples who were fighting in the area around Zhao Luo backed off causing a ceasefire.

They focused on the abrupt confession by a disciple.

'Is this going to be a fight motivated by love?'

The disciples thought but they weren't the only ones with such thoughts.

"WOOOOO~"

The spectating crowd in the Colosseum was going crazy.

There was no one who didn't like a hot topic where two men fought bravely for a woman.

Much better, the scene happening on the stage in front of them was literally such a fight.

Zhao Luo on the other hand was confused.

'Does he like Rose too?'

He wondered as that could be the only case matching to what the disciple in front of him was shouting about.

"How is she 'your' lovely senior? Even she likes me, so who are you to interfere in my business."

Zhao Luo shouted back at the disciple.

He didn't hold back his voice so that the who had hears the claims of the disciple would be able to hear his words too.

The disciple in front of Zhao Luo shook and his eyes, which held hatred towards Zhao Luo, showed deep jealousy coming forth through them.

"What? My Lovely Senior...Senior Cutie like you?"

The disciple covered his chest area, behind where his heart was supposed to be and held it tightly.

His face was filled with pain and sadness.

"WTF!"

Zhao Luo shouted but he couldn't continue as he found the disciple in front of him falling to his knees.

'Thud!'

The disciple fell on his knees and looked up towards the sky which was filled with white clouds.

"Heavens...why?"

"Why did you let my precious Senior Fall in Love with a PRETTY GUY? WAS I NOT ENOUGH?"

The disciple kept on shouting while looking towards the cloud as though he was directly complaining to some heavenly deity.

Coincidentally the clouds joined together, and in a split second, it started raining.

'Did someone switched ON the rain?'

Zhao Luo was shocked and couldn't believe what he was watching.

'A disciple acting like a dumb Drama Queen and the nature which was trying its best to amplify this disciple's bullshit...'

'Why is this happening to mee~'

Zhao Luo mumbled as he stared at the disciple who was still not finished with his vomit-inducing performance.

"I, Pi Hao have never been so disheartened before and NEVER WILL BE."

"Pee How?"

Zhao Luo mumbled as he watched Pi Hao getting up from his position.

"I, Pi Hao, challenge you for Senior Cutie's Sake."

Pi Hao said as the index finger of his stretched-out arm was pointing at Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo slapped his head as he realized what was going on.

"I think you are misunderstanding something."

Zhao Luo said to Pi Hao.

"Don't try to lie. Or are you just afraid of getting beaten by me?"

"If that's the case then just jump off the stage and I will leave you be. Also, stay clear of Senior Cutie."

Pi Hao announced his conditions in a heavy tone, showing Zhao Luo that he had no other choice.

The blood of the young spectators boiled while some female disciples in the spectator seats and in the ring who could see the verbal exchange between Zhao Luo and Pi Hao, couldn't help but let a streak of blood escape their nostrils.

The situation had turned from "Two Men fighting for a Woman" to "A man fighting a Pretty Boy for a Cute Man". 

"Go Pi Haoooo~"

"Zhao Luo Don't Give UP~"

Two different cheers were rising from within the spectator seats of the Colosseum.

One supported Pi Hao who was openly challenging for the love of his senior while the other supported Zhao Luo who, in the eyes of the spectators, was now a shy pretty boy.

"Unwilling to admit, but willing to fight for his senior...Kyaaa~"

A female spectator wearing a purple robe and a bronze badge applauded Zhao Luo's courage.

'Twitch~'

Zhao Luo's forehead squirmed as he felt anger erupting inside him. 

'I have never met such a stupid man in my life.'

Zhao Luo commented on Pi Hao's ignoring attitude and slowly raised his feet while looking at Pi Hao who was enjoying the crowd's reaction.

"BOOM!"

Zhao Luo stomped his feet on the stage and the square tiles around his feet started cracking.

The pressure from his feet continued in the form of a shockwave and reached under Pi Hao's feet.

"BOOM"

Pi Hao jumped back as the stage under him exploded.

The spectators went silent as they were on the edge of their seats.

"Who will win?"

"I think the pretty boy has more chances."

"No the loud mouth looks stronger."

"Have you forgotten how that pretty boy took down the last disciple in one punch?"

"Hmm~"

A discussion broke out between the two sides of the crowd on this side.

They had forsaken Zhao Luo and Pi Hao's names and calling them other names.

'Twitch.'

A vein popped out on Zhao Luo's forehead.

"It's all your fault."

Zhao Luo mumbled while looking at Pi Hao.