Becoming God Of A Dystopian World

Zhao Luo was still thinking about the words written on that thick page of the book that the old man had passed to him.

'Heaven's tomb'

He was considering Heaven as an individual and the book as the resting place for that individual.

Some may think 'how can some individual be resting in a book?'

Imagine being buried in a book after your death.

The answer is simple.

'The resting place does not have to be taken as the body's resting place instead it could be that individual's skills, thoughts, or knowledge which were buried in the book.'

This was what Zhao Luo was doing right now. Thinking without a stop. Weird ideas were popping up in his head and even weirder was how he defined the book as some individual's remnant, instead of just flipping to the next page.

His basic idea was wrong.

In the world of old man, the word 'heaven' had different meanings. There were so many gods and then the emperors who ruled over them, each having heaven of their own or a place that those Gods used to call their heaven.

Zhao Luo couldn't even start to guess them now as he was someone who had no idea what kind of World the old man was from.

The old man knew that too. He was still looking at his disciple. This was the beginning of Zhao Luo's journey. The thing which the old man was seeing was completely different from what Zhao Luo was going through.

In the vision of the old man, Zhao Luo was lost in those words. He thought that his disciple was so focused on the words because of the majestic aura that they had and the profoundness they contained. The old man didn't consider it as a bad thing but his student was taking an unusual amount of time just to flip a page.

The actual reality was odd, so odd that no one could relate to what Zhao Luo was going through at the moment.

Zhao Luo was still looking at those words. It was true that they were written in a style that was impossible to find in his world. That was the first reason which caused him to stare at these words for so long.

Second, the aura of these words, or as Zhao Luo considered them, the shine from these words was not something that Zhao Luo was familiar with. He thought of many things starting from laser to 3D radiance and so on yet he couldn't match anything to the cause of this shine. It was sucking his attention towards the words. An unexplainable depth was in front of Zhao Luo.

Third, the way these two words were inscribed on the thick page of the book was also one of the things that he wasn't familiar with. It looked as if they were etched a mile deep in a stone yet the page wasn't even thicker than a hand.

These three things made him think that this book was special. Special and not from his world. For him the position of this book was rising, even though it hadn't reached the elevation that some other 'book note' had in his mind.

Now Zhao Luo slowly pulled himself out from the intense immersion. He looked at the old man and made a gesture which clearly said,

'I have used all of my brain cells and after expanding them I still haven't reached a sound conclusion. Please explain about this.'

He looked at the book in his hand.

"Hahaha"

The old man laughed. Before he was waiting for his disciple as he was focused on the book so intensely. Now that disciple after looking at the Heaven's Tomb for so long only had questions regarding the thick page of that book for the old man.

"This book is my seventh most treasured possession. Among the million books that my collection holds, this one alone holds more value than all of them."

The old man started telling about the book which was in the hand of Zhao Luo. Zhao Luo was shocked after hearing the value of the book. The old man felt satisfied after seeing the shock on his disciple's face. This was the same that the old man once made when he got the book.

"This book is the remnant of ancient Gods who brought their power together and made the first combined heaven and called it, Athens."

The old man was on the 'Origin of the book' part and Zhao Luo was immersed in his story.

"Athens, a place which was considered as the once greatest and boundless heaven of my world. It was ruled by 7 Emperors. 7 emperas combined their resources and powers to create this masterpiece. Each one was so powerful that even I don't compare to them. They all compiled their martial knowledge into one book. But one day a catastrophe had hit Athens and their so-called heavens were razed in a single night."

The old man had eyes that were trying to remember the greatness of that place and the beings who ruled it.

Zhao Luo could feel the sadness in his master's eyes.

"After its destruction, only some ruins were left. Many people went there to investigate the ruins in hopes of finding some unparallel treasure. But none had the luck of this old man."

The old man showed his white teeth to Zhao Luo in this dark chill space.

"This is the story of this book, Heaven's tomb"

The old man went on and on about how he got the book and where it was from. But he still hadn't answered the question which Zhao Luo had.

In the end, Zhao Luo still listened as the old man continued. The story of his master was still very interesting for Zhao Luo.

First, as a human, it was already overwhelming for him that he training in his mind while God is his mentor.

Secondly, that godly mentor was telling him a story from his world.

Third, he had already bestowed him something truly awesome.