Becoming God Of A Dystopian World-Chapter 8: Your Use

Time kept on passing as time is the only thing that will keep on flowing no matter what happens.

It was already the 6th Year of the New Era.

Somewhere in the Dread Forest of Sara Desert in the North-East Zone.

A giant tree with a crack was chilling under the sunlight even though the sunlight paled in comparison to the light and shine coming from a thing that was stuck in the crack of its bole.

Right under this shining tree was the basement where Zhao Luo was resting.

He was still trapped in the Capsule.

Even though nobody could see it, a type of military drill was being held in the mind of Zhao Luo by the one only Zhao Luo himself.

Zhao Luo had his thoughts standing in a row with each of them being next to the other one.

Nine of them were standing there with Zhao Luo facing them with his back. They waited for Zhao Luo to speak.

A year had already passed and in this one year time, Zhao Luo had improved immensely in controlling his thoughts. He could freely choose as to when these thoughts can appear in front of him as apparition form in his mind.

The limit to these apparitions was still nine. So Zhao Luo had chosen carefully on the thoughts he had manifested as his training.

In the dark space in his mind, Zhao Luo slowly turned towards his nine apparitions.

"Gentlemen"

Zhao Luo said while looking right at the nine thought apparitions after turning.

Zhao Luo had a creepy smile on his face. The reason behind this untimely smile was simple, calling himself a gentleman made him smile from ear to ear. What a stupid reason to be happy. But one thing was sure, nobody would know this or could see these actions as this was all happening inside the mind of Zhao Luo.

' Tap, Tap, Tap '

Zhao Luo walked towards his thoughts apparitions and walked past them while looking up and down at each of them. As if the thoughts were some kind of food and Zhao Luo was the food inspector.

The thoughts looked at Zhao Luo as if waiting for him to continue as he had said nothing after calling them out.

Zhao Luo knew that they were waiting for him to continue but he couldn't help it. He was still silently walking in this dark space in his mind with his footsteps being heard in this space even though there was no floor present.

Zhao Luo stopped and again turned his back towards them.

Zhao Luo couldn't help but think of all the time which had passed since the first fight of his nine thoughts. All this time getting better at controlling them was like hell for him.

Whenever his thoughts would manifest in apparitions form they would wreak havoc in his mind.

They would start with arguing with each other without giving any face to their Master/Dad which was Zhao Luo.

This arguing would 'most of the times' lead to them fighting like babies. And then it would go to some weird emotional point of cursing. When the apparitions reached that point Zhao Luo had to disperse them.

Then he tried to stop them without making them disappear from his mind space.

It was hard so hard that at one point Zhao Luo had to face the beating of his thought apparitions. But it was all worth it.

Now they were standing next to each other quietly waiting for Zhao Luo to say something like the soldiers in a military drill waiting for their leading officer to say something.

"Hahaha"

Zhao Luo laughed loudly in his mind. This laugh was mixed with a hint of sadness. As Zhao Luo was still unable to move his body or open his eyes. So his laugh was comparable to laughs in texting just like the 'lol' in texting applications where people would only laugh in words but not in reality.

"Sigh. It's been a long time."

Zhao Luo said to himself. Then he turned towards his thoughts which were still waiting for him to say something.

"I am ZHAO LUO"

Zhao Luo said to them. His voice was shaking. He opened his mouth again.

"You all are also Zhao Luo"

He spoke to them again. The one-sided conversation couldn't get any weirder till Zhao Luo spoke again.

"I can finally control you all. But what use do you guys even have? It's not like you guys can do something relevant."

Zhao Luo berated them. He was taking out his frustration on them. The reason for frustration was his time and

'hard work'

that he had to put into controlling his thoughts.

"So tell me, What use do you all have?"

Zhao Luo said to them while giving them an unpleasant look.

Just thinking that all the hard work one had put into doing something over a year time could be wasted would make anyone angry and sad.

It was nothing different for our sleeping prince Zhao Luo.

So Zhao Luo waited for his thought to reply while giving them that 'Up' look.

As they weren't replying, Zhao Luo got red because of the building anger which was boiling inside him.

'~FWOOSH~'

Zhao Luo pointed at one of the thoughts. His eyebrows almost touched each other that one could make a 'V' shape out of his eyebrow tails right away.

The thought apparition that Zhao Luo had pointed at was quiet for a few seconds.

'He must be thinking and this shows that there could be a use for these thoughts of mine.'

Zhao Luo thought.

But as the quietness continued, the others next to that apparition, who was questioned by Zhao Luo, looked at it and soon they realized something which turned their 'just looking' into a stare.

The thought was a fallen warrior. The other apparitions nodded as they shared a similar feeling with that sleeping warrior.

'PHATT'

A short-lived snoring bubble burst and its sound were heard in this dark quiet place.

The thought looked around and after realizing that all the nine pairs of eyes were on him. Eight of them had a sincere look as if bidding farewell to him while one pair had a flame burning in them.

"Yes"

The thought said.

"What Yes?"

Zhao Luo asked with a dumbfounded look.

"Boss you said, gentlemen. That's why I said yes."

The thought answered with a righteous tone. As if he had done nothing wrong. But it was an announcement to everyone, of the time he went to his sleeping endeavor.

"HAHAHAHAHA"

Zhao Luo burst out laughing after hearing the answer of this thought.

What could he do except laugh at the answer of this thought apparition?

"What a mess"

Zhao Luo said.