Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

'Oh, so he was worried about them.'

Zhao Luo understood what the elder was pointing at.

"Thank you Elder. I had misunderstood your intent before but now I have realized that I was wrong."

CLAP!

Zhao Luo clasped his hands and slightly bowed in front of the elder.

The elder nodded as it wasn't a big deal.

Then Zhao Luo raised his head and arms.

"As for them..."

Zhao Luo bent his elbows and pointed his thumbs at Si Chen and Feng Ma, who were on his left and right.

"They are a lot more than what meets the eye."

Zhao Luo said, showing his confidence in his fellow disciple brothers while not revealing anything about their capabilities.

Si Chen and Feng Ma nodded at the elder together.

'Tap.'

"Hah, guess the rumors going about you aren't just rumors."

The elder said as he smiled at Zhao Luo and patted his shoulder.

"Rumors about me?"

Zhao Luo said with widened eyes.

"Hahaha."

The elder laughed as the one whose rumors were the talk of the disciples of both outer and inner hall, and also the elders of the inner hall, himself had no idea.

"You will know soon."

The elder said as he came behind them.

"Now go."

The elder gave them a gentle push towards the curtain that was next to the desk.

"Whooom"

A light fell on the faces of the four.

The elder had not only pushed the three but also followed them out.

Zhao Luo with the others passed the curtain and appeared on the other side.

"This is the middle of the colosseum."

Zhao Luo mumbled as the first thing he saw was a giant stage.

"Are those all the participants?"

Zhao Luo questioned as his eyes were widened with shock.

There were thousands of disciples on the giant stage.

"Yes, they are the ones, from which a hundred challengers will advance."

Si Chen answered nervously as he looked around.

The spectating crowd was silent like a sea without any waves.

He didn't dare to stare at any part of the crowd.

"Just how big is the stage?"

Zhao Luo mumbled as the disciples that he could see were standing 20 to 30 feet away from each other.

While some were grouped around a single disciple.

From behind Zhao Luo, the voice of the elder entered his ear.

"Go up."

He told them.

"Yes, elder."

They replied.

Zhao Luo with Si Chen and Feng Ma jumped up the stage and joined the other 3067 disciples.

"Thud!"

The Elder jumped on a podium next to the giant stage.

[ Everyone, Before I start th-...]

The elder turned once but slowly while giving the spectators the feeling that he was addressing everyone and had acknowledged everyone's presence.

He kept on talking while on the stage,

Feng Ma looked around the spectator's seat while noticing many familiar faces and couldn't wait to tell Zhao Luo about them.

Closing in on Zhao Luo, Feng Ma whispered in Zhao Luo's ear while pointing at the directions.

"Brother, the spectator seats from the closest ones on the right, left, and straight ahead, are occupied by the Royal Mo Family, the Royal Feng Family, and the Royal Xin Family."

He stopped as Zhao Luo looked at the places that Feng Ma had mentioned.

He realized that the three royalties and the inner disciples who belonged to these families were seated in such a way that the closest seats were occupied by the leader of the family along with the elders who had high status and then behind them as the Colosseums seats ascended, the inner disciples and the outer disciples of such families were seated there.

He could tell according to the color of the robes that the disciples were wearing.

'Nod.'

Zhao Luo nodded and Feng Ma continued.

"The notable presences from the Xin family here are the three great elders of the Xin Family."

Feng Ma pointed straight ahead at the three seats where three old elders with closed eyes were sitting.

"While the leader of the Xin Family isn't present who is also the Sect leader of our Xin Sect."

Feng Ma told Zhao Luo about the Sect Leader but Zhao Luo could already tell.

Pointing at the right Feng Ma continued the tales through his art of whispering.

"From the Mo family, almost all the elders are present, especially the leader of the Mo family, Mo Rong is here too since it is a big day for his most favored son."

Zhao Luo looked at the right side and squinted his eyes.

He could see a smug-faced middle-aged man sitting on a throne-like seat.

"What is wrong with his mustache?'

Zhao Luo questioned Feng Ma.

"Brother he had kept that box of a mustache since his young days."

"But he looks like Charlie Chaplin."

Zhao Luo mumbled.

"Charlie, who?"

Feng Ma was caught off guard as Zhao Luo mentioned someone that he was not familiar with.

"Oh nothing, please continue."

"Since he prefers Senior Mo Suo, thus he has brought all of his top family members to show how much he treasures this arrogant son of his."

Feng Ma clenched his fist tightly as he remembered what Mo Suo had said about him last time at the ring of the training zone.

Shaking his head he continued.

"As for two seats on his right and left are occupied by his wives. The seat on the right is placed perfectly with his seat, and the woman on this seat is Mo Rong's first wife while the woman on the left seat which is afoot behind Mo Rong's seat, is the second wife, the mother of Sister Rose."

Feng Ma pointed towards Mo Anna's mother and Zhao Luo directed his gaze at her.

'Her face which is covered by a veil and her dark red eyes are so similar to Rose but in a colder sense.'

Zhao Luo compared Rose's mother to her.

Zhao Luo had seen such eyes before.

It was the time when he was young and had to spend all his time in the hospital because of his sickness.

'At that time, I had the same eyes. The eyes which are devoid of life.'

Zhao Luo couldn't help but be saddened slightly. He knew nothing about Rose except that she was royalty and he harbored mutual feelings towards her.

Feng Ma looked at the lost Zhao Luo and gently tugged the cuff of his robe.

Zhao Luo looked at him and then looked at the left which was where Feng Ma was pointing.

"She..."

Zhao Luo's eyes widened and from shock to a bit later, a feeling of harmonic love could be seen in his eyes.

"That's the Feng Family's leader, Feng Mei. Even though she is now an outer disciple, she still enjoys the status of the Little Queen of the Feng's. She is tagged along with her grandfather, Feng Xiaoya, and some of the elders of the Family."

Feng Ma looked at Zhao Luo and found him lost for words.

'Is he staring at little sister?'

Feng Ma thought but he didn't mind Zhao Luo's action of staring at Feng Mei since Feng Mei wasn't simply someone who enjoyed the highest status but also regarding her looks she was unrivaled in the Feng Family while just being a teen.

"Brother, even though you are someone I respect but let me tell you, my sister is out of your reach. Haha, if you want I can introduce you to some other beautiful maidens from my Feng Family."

Feng Ma sneakily whispered in Zhao Luo's ear.

"Keh."

Zhao Luo couldn't help but smile in return.

'How can I explain to you?'

Zhao Luo thought about his relationship with Feng Mei.

"You Fool, do you Brother Zhao Luo is like you?"

"Hmph, you are the fool for not understanding my humor."

Si Chen interrupted Feng Ma and got close to Zhao Luo's other ear while Feng Ma tried to fight back with a low voice.

"Brother, except the three royal families, two of the five martial families are present here too."

Si Chen pointed towards the right with his tilted finger which was aimed around the ascending 7th row.

'Hmm.'

Zhao Luo had just glanced and could already tell that two different groups were sitting there.

The leader of one of the groups looked exactly like Si Chen while all the members of the other group had red hair which resembled someone who was Zhao Luo's friend.

Zhao Luo looked at Si Chen with strange eyes and an expression that was screaming out,

'Am I right?'

"Yes, that is my father, Lee Chen and the guy next to him is the leader of the Su Family, Su Goi."

"SuGoi?"

"Yes, Su Goi. He is the father of Su Shi. The ones around and behind them are the elders and members of the Chen and Su family."

"I see."

Zhao Luo was shocked after knowing that someone could be named Sugoi too.

In just a minute or two, Feng Ma and Si Chen had told Zhao Luo about the many characters present in the spectator's seats.

Zhao Luo turned around and found only eleven seats in the first row.

"Why are there only eleven seats there and all of them are empty too?"

Zhao Luo asked Si Chen, wondering if he knew the reason.

"Ah, I don't know about that."

Si Chen answered.