Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer-Novel

Sam walked down and walked towards the seats and sat down without even giving a single glance at others.

He closed his eyes and started meditating as he slowly recovered.

He might not have fought much, but he did take some damage due to him being all suicidal.

The members of the Beast faction are all solemn. Even the Nascent stage cultivators who came are all looking at Sam grudgingly as for the remaining powers, no one in the Grand realm dared to look at Sam, they are extremely afraid that they might piss him off.

As the candidates started walking down the stage and the beast faction members started cleaning up, Philip ran back to the stage as if he remembered something and started taking all the spatial rings.

The ones who came on to the stage to clean up, the great realm cultivators, were dumbfounded, but couldn’t say anything as he is clearly a lot weaker than Philip.

The rest of the faction didn’t say anything because it is an unspoken rule that the loser’s possessions belong to the winner.

After everything calmed down, the remaining four powers started conducting their battles normally. After two rounds, the Lightning spear sect and the Usaine sect are the two powers who won and now they are going to a battle between themselves and the winner will be battling Thunder god temple.

But that is not going to happen now, they will do that tomorrow and the finals will be the day after tomorrow, to ensure that they will have enough recovery time from the battles.

Sam didn’t bother with the battles and focused on recovering himself.

After the Grand realm battles, the Nascent stage battles took place, then only Sam opened his eyes to see Moriya’s fight.

The results of the Nascent stage battles mainly decide, the major distribution of the resources.

Sam is interested in Moriya’s battle, but he couldn’t help but get disappointed as Moriya didn’t even get a chance to fight.

Then he noticed something different and that is the other Nascent cultivators are all trying to get a battle with Moriya and even more than for resources, they seemed more interested in defeating him.

There are even whispers about his supposed injury caused by the shadow sword.

He then turned to the discussions of the other juniors of the thunder god temple and understood what the situation is all about.

Apparently, more than seventy percent of the current Nascent stage candidates who came here are former Grand realm candidates of the same generation and at that time Moriya swept through the whole division and the remaining candidates didn’t even get a chance to fight in the tournament.

He is a swordsman and barely five people are able to exchange some moves with him and there was barely one battle with some intensity.

As for the rest are defeated with one sword strike.

Sam was impressed and looked forward to Moriya’s battle. He also noticed that the thunder god temple might be using the situation he created with the fake destruction of a shadow sword to cover up Moriya’s strength by faking in the injury to plan something.

So, if he thinks through that logic, then there is a possibility that he might not even be able to see him in a battle.

After that day’s battles, they went to the stone building in which they arrived through the space gate and stayed there.

Sam climbed to the roof and laid down as he gazed at the stars. He wanted to have some peace.

The frenzied state of his earlier is one of his greatest weaknesses. He could stay composed when he is facing an army, he could stay calm when facing an enemy who is immensely powerful, he can stay patient and do research to achieve a seemingly impossible goal for months.

But be couldn’t stay sane in the face of a person who calls him some names.

He would almost change into a different person; he couldn’t get past that state and doesn’t even know what to do to change that.

There is not much he wants to change, he will still kill them, he just doesn’t want that immense amount of bloodl.u.s.t which raises involuntarily.

As Sam was thinking, he heard sensed some movements nearby.

He became alert and took out the reaper and looked in a specific direction.

He saw a woman who is in her thirties come out from the lush of trees. He became more alert because he recognized her to be one of the Nascent stage cultivators of the Beast faction.

"Don’t worry, I am not here to attack."

The woman said as she examined Sam top to bottom.

"You look so different without your blood l.u.s.t." She said that and took out a token and threw it towards him.

Sam caught the token and looked at it with confusion.

"This will help you get to the Beast faction. All you have to do is enter the one-way space gate with this token on you."

Sam frowned and looked at her in askance for which she replied.

"Sanjay sent me. There is a family meeting in nine months and he wants you to be there."

Sam nodded and kept the token in the storage.

He still didn’t let his guard down and looked at her cautiously.

She doesn’t seem to have any intention of leaving anytime soon.

"Why are you so brutal? How much of a grudge do you have with the Beast faction and if you really do have that big of a grudge, why would Sanjay give you these coordinates? He should have killed you on the spot."

Sam raised his eyebrow.

He didn’t even understand why she is asking him this question. In fact, he is the one who has the least amount of context regarding his relationship with the Beast faction.

As for grudge, if he really told her that he just killed them like that just because they called him Bastard, he wondered how she would react.

He stayed silent for a bit and asked.

"Do you know Watt?"

"Watt? That guy in the weird silver robe?" She asked in surprise.

"Yes."

"How do you know him?"

Sam didn’t answer the question and asked instead.

"How is he doing? Is everything okay for him there or is he facing any troubles?"

She stayed silent for a second trying to figure out the relation between Sam and Watt and said.

"He is some sort of special guest there, but that guy is a complete psycho. He has been wreaking havoc in the faction and he beat up almost all the Grand realm cultivators in the initial stages.

He even beat the crap out of ten people who ambushed him."

Sam heaved a sigh and muttered.

"That’s good."

"What is your relationship with that guy?"

"You can ask Sanjay about that. And give Sanjay a message on my behalf."

"Do tell."

"If something happens to Watt, even the slightest injury, I will make the Beast go down with me even if I have to die." His voice sounded so casual as if he is reading a story or a script.

*Pfft*

The woman started laughing, but Sam didn’t care.

"Lad, you are way too arrogant to say those words, you might even die if I decide to make my move right here. How can you even dream about taking down the whole beast faction?"

Sam looked at her coldly and said.

"Why don’t you make a move and see, who dies first?"

Sam is pretty confident when he said that. He is not the least bit afraid, if he goes all out, even in his current state, he could kill a Pre-Transcendent and escape with some serious injuries. He might become vulnerable after that for a few months, but he can still go away, walking out alive.

The woman looked at Sam and clearly felt that he is not joking. She was really tempted to teach Sam a lesson by putting him in his place and making him a bit humbler.

But when she looked at him in the eyes, she knew that the moment she made a move, she would definitely regret it.

"I am leaving." She said and turned around to leave, and heard Sam’s words.

"Tell the people, who are here with you to get ready to die. I am killing all of them. The Great realm cultivators, the Nascent realm cultivators, all of them. The strength difference today only delayed their deaths for a bit.

Their heads are all mine sooner or later."

With those words, he jumped off the roof and went back into the stone house.

Philip, Jack, and Nicholas are in the meeting room sitting in a corner.

He walked to them and said.

"Thanks for today."

He doesn’t know what to say. He clearly knew what would have become if Philip and Jack didn’t control him for that exact moment.

He never had a hand on his shoulder at that kind of moment, but that small gesture really helped him a lot.

[An important announcement read the auxiliary chapter]