Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Chapter 258: The Game and It's Participants

With horrified looks on their faces the guards and the team leader looked at the bloody pieces of meat falling down. These were the remains of Butler Mo who had departed them after being blown to bits by a mysterious force.

‘Trr~’

An eyeball that had started rolling after falling on the ground came to a stop at the team leader’s foot.

Huup

He had a sudden urge to throw up as he looked at the horrifying state of the Butler Mo’s remains.

The golden bushes around the tree were rained with Butler Mo’s blood while Zhao Luo was pulling out the sword.

Here goes nothing.

Zhao Luo mumbled as he gave it the last pull while jumping backward and the part of the blade that was stuck in the tree’s base was pulled out slowly.

Thud.

Zhao Luo fell on his back while holding the hilt which was on his chest and the rest of the blade followed up which was more than 3 meters long.

Zhao Luo hardly got up while pulling the sword before he slowly started raising the sword.

Ahhhhhhhhh

He shouted like a mad man which scared off the guards as some of them stumbled backward while some were frozen on the spot as they watched Zhao Luo raising the sword which looked twice his size.

Why is it so big?

Zhao Luo complained but that wasn’t the only issue as his body was trembling under the weight of the humongous sword.

Zhao Luo’s vision fell on the hilt and slowly went towards the tip.

The golden hilt was now covered with his blood while some parts of the blade also had these blood streaks that were making a line. But the most fascinating thing was that the multi-color shine was still there and the radiance from the sword was something that would grab the attention of anyone that would look at Zhao Luo not to mention its crazy size.

‘This could be a problem.’

The old man’s tired voice was heard by Zhao Luo and the blade shortened once.

Even though the blade had shortened it was still a little bigger than Zhao Luo but then the blade shortened again and its new size was that of half his height.

The seven-color shine of the blade started dimming and in a few seconds it completely settled down while revealing a glass-like blade. 

‘D-don’t lose the s-sword my disciple. Protect it a-all cos-‘

The old man’s voice died down as though he had fallen to his sleep while leaving behind a command.

‘Who do I need to protect the sword from?’

Zhao Luo turned around and looked at the horrified faces of the scared guards who weren’t even in a normal state except the team leader who was biting his lips.

‘They won’t even attack me.’

Zhao Luo understood the look of fear on their faces.

Master?

Zhao Luo mumbled but there was no response. So

Master are you there?

He spoke again but only silence remained.

‘Did he really fall asleep?’

Zhao Luo shook the sword vigorously as if trying to wake up the old man but there was no response from his master.

OLD MAN ARE YOU DEAD?

Zhao Luo shouted internally just then a mysterious pressure from the sword enveloped him.

‘Ungrateful Bastard! Let me rest.’

The old man shouted back at Zhao Luo causing a sharp pain to pass through his head.

‘Okay Okay.’

Zhao Luo said with a grin as his intention of annoying the old man was successful.

‘I guess the old man is really trapped in the sword.’

Zhao Luo looked at the sword while mumbling and brought it down in one swift motion.

Who sent you?

Zhao Luo suddenly said while swinging the sword up and down in a perfect rhythm.

‘So it has finally come to this.’

The team leader thought as his eyes shook while listening to Zhao Luo’s question.

He had many chances to attack Zhao Luo but after seeing Butler Mo’s end the team leader stayed at his spot. He didn’t attack Zhao Luo and neither did he retreat since retreating would mean being chased by this monster in front of him. He waited for this moment.

‘I can do it. He is still a kid in front of me.’

The team leader thought as he took a step forwards and opened his mouth.

We were all forced by the Butler oh the fat man who was killed by you a moment ago.

Team Leader spoke politely as if he had nothing to do with the attack on Zhao Luo while pinning all the blame on the dead Butler Mo.

‘A butler? Whose butler could he have been?’

Zhao Luo had such questions popping up in his head as he could clearly see through the lies of the team leader who had cleverly evaded his question.

‘So you want to play me like that.’

Zhao Luo grinned after hearing the answer of the team leader and he looked at the leader and the 17 guards with a cold gaze which was enough to make them shudder.

We will play a game! Sadly you all will be the participants.

Zhao Luo said to them while pointing at them with his sword.

All of you will have to answer a question as I count to three.

You all shall answer at the same time.

If one of you kept quiet he will be killed on the spot.

If any of you tried to run away he will be killed on the spot.

If any one of you answers after the others have answered he will be killed on the spot.

He told the rules of the game which sounded more like a death sentence than rules since breaking them meant instant death and from the look in Zhao Luo’s eyes it was obvious that he was more than serious. Not one of the guards fought back or tried nonetheless. The team leader was the same as he had his fist clenched while glancing back at the guards.