Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

Sam's words infuriated Saint. There is no way he could lie down and take it.

But the Gandharva oath is not something that even the Saint dared to go against. So, he gritted his teeth and looked at Sam.

"You better take the oath back right now. Otherwise, you won't be able to leave this place alive even if I admitted by originality.

I built all of my reputation and status with a lot of effort. There is no way, I could let that go without you paying a price."

"That's not how it works. You will tell them, what you need to tell them and I will leave this place alive and kicking. There won't be a single change in those chains of events. You better keep that in mind."

"Are you not backing out of this?"

"Why would I? I won. Fair and square."

"This is no winning if it means making an enemy out of me, you idiot."

Sam just smirked and looked at him with condescension.

"I thought you are just some kind of conman who makes money over the fame of being a so-called Saint. Now I understand, you are not even that. You are just a piece of shit who can't even stand up on his words."

Saint became angrier. The aura changed and the pressure was focused on Sam directly.

But Sam didn't budge. He just smiled while the Shop keeper intervened.

"Sir, you cannot attack him now. According to the oath, we cannot attack him until all the terms of the wager are completed. If you really want to kill make a move on him, you should first hold up your end of the deal."

Saint looked at Sam coldly with killing intent in his eyes. He looked at the public who already seemed to have gotten a gist of it.

Saint knew that his reputation was as flawless as well-crafted armor and finally got a chink. So, at this point, there is no way he could remedy it. He decided to just go along with it. Now, all he wants to do is kill Sam.

"I admit, that the challenge originated from the fact that I wanted to take something away from this guy. I wanted to take away some medicinal innovation he came up with so that I could be its sole owner and make money using my name as Saint.

Not just this. I have been using my title and good image as a way a exploit you and gain authority over you. I have gained my riches, network, and influence all because of your ignorance.

In reality, I am no saint. I am a complete piece of shit that takes what I want and do what I want…"

He went on rambling and exposing himself. He then turned to look at Sam.

He is ready to kill Sam now that his end of the bargain was done.

But the moment he looked at Sam, he was shocked.

"What the fuck? Where do you think you are going, you bastard? I need to kill you."

He extended his hand and the stage was covered with a large tree vine that popped up from under it. But Sam who is standing on the stage, smirked as he activated the Dimensional Drifter.

He and his three friends are surrounded by spatial energy.

"Goodbye loser."

"Wait, you spineless bastard."

"Don't worry. I will definitely come back and I will kill you to my heart's content. You pissed me off too much."

As Sam disappeared, he threw something out at the last moment.

A large cylinder filled with clear white liquid was left in the middle of the vine.

Saint frowned as he looked at the clear cylinder. It is a very familiar thing for him as he saw it way too many times before. Their master, the person who they serve is actually very famous for utilizing these things.

But the liquid is a bit different.

He walked forward to see. Since it is similar to what his master uses, he didn't think just a container would be dangerous as it is mostly used as an energy node.

But as he got closer, his instincts warned him to step away from it. It is dangerous. But before he could do anything, it exploded.

*BOOM*

The spectators of the stage were stunned and most of them at the front are blown away by the impact. But the people on the stage, on the other hand, faced something entirely different.

At least luckily, the patients were not there. The last set of patients was taken away when the Saint started losing it and there are only a few attendants, the shopkeeper and Saint himself.

Half of them died instantly and Saint who was closest to the explosion took the full brunt of it. He felt like his insides were shaken up as the spiritual energy invaded his system.

The spiritual energy poison is acting up and is corroding his body.

He felt a soul-searing pain shoot through every cell of his body and wanted to scream. But he couldn't do that. Because even his throat was affected by this poison.

He fell off the destroyed stage as he started rolling around and trying to breathe.

Meanwhile, Sam appeared somewhere else along with his friends.

"So, are we going back and finishing him off now?"

"No, we aren't. He shouldn't be killed so soon. We have to take our sweet time for this actually."

"Really? Why is that? I am sure that poison bomb will really make him weak at the moment."

"Yes, it would be. But that is not exactly my plan for this. As I told you. We are going to use this against the whole Divine formation mountain."

"But I thought you are going to feed something to him after this spiritual energy bomb. Isn't this time for us to go and keep watch on him. That is what I actually meant. Let's keep a watch on him and make a move as soon as he was left alone."

"You don't need to worry about that. We just need to wait for a while. It will take at least a day for this to work its wonders and after that, we can find his location and then use the special poison.

After that, all we have to do is let him recover like normal."

"So, let's wait while hunting then."

All four of them went hunting.

Meanwhile back at Saint's place, things are obviously not good looking and smooth sailing.

Some of the attendants far away are immediately alerted. They reacted in an instant and took their boss to the residence as they called some other healers that are under them.

They didn't even spare any expense as almost everyone whether they are in research or basic healing job or even if they solely focused on pill making and potion making, halted their business positions and came to take a look.

But no one was able to identify what Saint is suffering from. He slowly lost hope as everyone is out of ideas about what is going on.

They are unable to locate what kind of effects the spiritual energy does on the body. They couldn't understand what the base of this poison is.

They could only collect some samples and do the research. But from the looks of the painful decision, they doubted that this guy would even live for that long for the research to be complete.

But there is nothing they could do at that point.

Meanwhile, Saint is not resting either. Even with his situation as it was, he still tried to focus his energy as he observed his body himself.

Even if he doesn't have any of the overpowered observation skills like Sam and Sivan, he is a healer after all and he developed his own skillset to examine a person properly.

But the results didn't seem optimistic. No matter how he looked at it, all he can see is dense spiritual energy invading his body at various levels. Each organ system is corroded by this spiritual energy in a different way.

They don't know what kind of poison base someone used to do that. But he definitely didn't detect any kind of poison he knew of.

And even though Saint is a fucking sociopath who feeds on attention and admiration which he only gained with his façade, he is still a very skilled healer. The only thing he lacked is innovation in creating something of his own.

But he is very skilled in healing and diagnosing others and he is very supportive of his own diagnosis. They cannot see what the exact substance that made Saint like this and how it could be cured was completely unknown.

He couldn't help but sweat profusely. He wanted to get up and do some research of his own, but he wasn't able to do that. Because he slowly lost consciousness.