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

"Actually, this is not found by us, directly, it was found by Sam and his friends, when we reached the place, he was just listening to the stone statue and the statue crumbled right in front of him. He escaped on the weird board with his friends.

We didn’t chase him, since we thought that this fortune is extremely important." The man who is in charge of the reserve team said with embarrassment.

At first, they are not shameful enough to say this in front of all people, and the fact they are getting information from a person belonging to the thunder god temple is a secret, so they didn’t dare to reveal the thing about Sam.

But the Faction-head knows it, because they got this contact from a candidate from the thunder god temple at the resource competition.

That person didn’t contact the faction-head, he only contacted the reserve team of the nascent stage cultivators, but they didn’t dare to make the decision themselves and immediately reported it to the Faction-head.

Only after the faction-head approved, did they take the tip from that candidate.

Since there are spies placed by every major power in other major powers, there are certainly some means for them to keep in contact.

So, they agreed up on this and they would get the location of Sam if he stayed in the resting place after the grand realm cultivators’ time is over. And they did get it.

But they didn’t concentrate on this after getting to see all the containers.

The Faction-Head thought for a bit and said.

"Keep in touch with that guy, and see if he can find any other situation where we can take advantage of, make use of all our men who are planted inside the Thunder god temple and nearby minor powers if needed.

You guys can get your art now and keep all of this is a secret. I will not be tolerating any form of leak in the information."

With those words, he left the place and went back to his personal room, as he started feeding the spiritual energy to it.

Meanwhile.

The Usaine sect is also in a state of turmoil. But unlike the beast faction, who had a good news in their hands, the Usaine sect is full of bad news.

And most of them are related to Sirona.

Since the day she heard the conversation which showed that the higher-ups from the Usaine sect doesn’t trust her, she stopped doing her usual job.

Generally, in the sect, she is in charge of research in formations, inscriptions and artisan ship. She might not be the best in all of them, but she still knew how to use the formations and inscriptions to augment the products to create the artisan products.

She is in charge of designing the weapons and formation discs and making them if they are within her abilities, for all the core members within the sect. Apart from that, she is in charge of research and maintenance of the sect’s defences.

To be blunt, it is fair to say that many things in the sect regarding their defences are mostly dependent on her.

But she stopped caring about all of them. Instead, she went on a huge retreat and closed herself from the remaining sect as she trained her battle-skills.

She is extremely confident in her puppet skills, but Sam made a short work out of them making her realize the defects in battling using puppets.

She realized that she shouldn’t rely on her puppet too much and has to concentrate more on her personal strength.

So, she started researching her own battle skills. She didn’t really use any spells with hand-signs, rather she started researching how to use her flame type abilities to their maximum efficiency.

She is quietly training herself and this continued on even after the resource competition, the Sect-leader even offered a position in the team of the resource competition so that she could enter the Resting Place, enticing her with the treasures, but his efforts are in vain.

Now, the whole Usaine sect is waiting for her like a mother waiting for her Otaku son to come out of his room.

They don’t know how to deal with this and on this day, they grew extremely impatient as there are many things that are stagnated. Particularly, the people who work in the formation and inscription tower.

Generally, the people who are sent to work in these two associations has certain requirements to meet and they have a duty of climbing as high as possible so that they could get more information and opportunities, which they would share with the sect.

But not all of them are suitable to climb the ranks, after all how can there be so many experts in one place, so Sirona is in charge of letting them gain the status.

She is in-charge of giving the research as well as the solve the problems the other people encountered regarding the research. Now, all of it was gone. The sect members were still okay when she took a break from the internal workings, but now that it is getting to disturb the external works, they are getting angry.

"Bring her to the court, by force if needed."

The Sect-leader commanded a Nascent stage cultivator. The person nodded and immediately left to complete the task.

But he came back with his foot limping and an arm severed, along with that there are many sharp metallic blades impaled into his chest. He was bleeding all over the floor and they can trace the path back to Sirona’s room.

The sect-leader frowned and asked.

"What happened?"

"She.... She doesn’t want to come." The person barely commented, before fainting. The attendants brought him to the healers and the frown on the face of the Sect-leader grew more and more irritated.

It was all good and comfortable when she listened to every word he said and got naively manipulated. He knew dealing with her was difficult, but he never encountered that because of her trust in him as well as she felt that she is only paying back what she owed to the faction, since she was a part of it too.

But, since the original trust was broken, there is no way for him to easily manipulate her as he wished.

She is not a genius for nothing. She was trained to use her intelligence in a particular way since childhood, but once she was forced to find a new direction, these naively manipulated geniuses are the worst people you could encounter.

They would now become extremely cynical and self-centered.

Now, she recognized that there is no benefit for her by helping the Sect all the time, she can only do so if she has any work with the sect. Then would they agree to her conditions? She would force them to agree to those conditions.

Her requirements might be important for her, but her help is more important to the sect.

As the higher-ups of the sect are having a harder and harder time dealing with Sirona’s change.

There is something else that is changing in the corner of the planet.

In the eastern corner of the planet in a small village.

Three youngsters are beating the crap out of the middle-aged man. They are all acolytes, while the middle-aged man is a normal person with no cultivation.

"How dare you refuse to pay up? Huh? You seem to have grown balls in the past week."

The one in the middle of the three youngsters spoke with an arrogant tone.

"Please forgive me, I was ill for the past week and couldn’t get to earn anything. I will pay you next week."

The middle-aged man replied with an extremely pitiful and feeble voice.

"You better pay up. Otherwise, I will kill you." The youngsters left him and the middle-aged man stood up weakly as he walked back to his home.

On the way back, she started crying his heart out and tears streaked over his face and the vision became blurry.

"Why do I have to grow through this? What sin have I committed? Is being unable to awaken and being weak is my mistake, why is the world so unfair?" He muttered to himself as he opened the main gate of his house.

He entered the house and sat down as he started weeping even more. He was sick of all the suffering. The three youngsters who are half his age beat the crap out of him since he didn’t pay for the ’protection’ fee he owed them.

He couldn’t take it. All he wanted was to make an honest living, but it was so difficult to get by in this world, he is even thinking of ending his pathetic and miserable life, but he couldn’t do so as he was too much of a coward.

As he was lost in his thoughts of his pathetic life, a voice woke him up from his daze.

"Do you want to improve your life and become strong enough to control your own decisions?"

The voice was melodious, even though he didn’t see anyone, he still replied.

"Yes."

"Do you want to stand up for yourself and against this unfair world?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to be treated equally and experience the fairness of the world?"

"Yes."

"Then take this. I will be your ’Guide’ in this path to fairness and equality." With those words, a pill rolled over the wooden floor as it reached him.

The middle-aged man took the pill in his hands and was hesitating.

"Why are you hesitating? What do you have to lose?" The melodious voice continued and he became resolute.

"That’s right. What do I have to lose?" He muttered and swallowed the pill.