THE REBIRTH OF A GENIUS. CREATOR/DESTROYER

Chapters 321. 'Guide'

“Actually this was not found by us, it was directly discovered by Sam and his friends, when we got to that place, he just listened to the stone statue and the statue collapsed right in front of him. He runs away in a strange way.board with his friends.

We're not after him, because we think this luck is very important." The man in charge of the reserve team said with embarrassment.

In the beginning, they were not shy enough to say this in front of everyone, and the fact that they obtained information from someone who came from the thunder god temple was a secret, a secret, so they didn't dare to reveal anything about Sam.

But the Faction Leader knew about it, because they got this contact from a candidate from the thunder god temple at the resource competition.

That person did not contact the head of the faction, he only contacted the reserve team of the Nascent stage cultivators, but they did not dare to make a decision on their own and immediately reported it to the head of the Faction.

Only after the faction leader agreed, did they receive a tip from the candidate.

Since there were spies placed by every major power in the other major countries, there were bound to be some way for them to keep in touch.

So, they agreed to this and they would get Sam's location if he stayed at the resting place after the grand realm cultivator's time was over. And they got it.

But they did not concentrate on this after seeing all the containers.

The Chief Faction thought for a moment and said.

"Stay in touch with the man, and see if he can find other situations where we can take advantage of him, he said, take advantage of all our people who are planted inside the temple of the Thunder god and the nearest small force if needed.

You can get your artwork now and keep all of this a secret. I will not tolerate any form of information leakage."

With those words, he left the place and returned to his private room, as he began to impart spiritual energy to it.

Meanwhile.

The Usaine Sect was also in a state of chaos. But unlike the beast faction, which had good news on their hands, the Usaine sect was full of bad news.

And most of them are related to Sirona.

From the day he heard the conversation that showed that the higher-ups of the Usaine sect did not believe him, he stopped doing his usual work.

In general, in the sect, he was in charge of the research of formations, inscriptions, and ship artisans. He might not be the best at all, but he still knew how to use formations and inscriptions to add products to make craftsman products.

He was responsible for designing the weapons and formation discs and making them if it was to suit his abilities, for all the core members in the sect. Moreover, he was in charge of the research and maintenance of the sect's defense.

Frankly, it was fair to say that many things in the sect regarding their defense depended largely on it.

But he stopped caring about them all. Instead, he did a grand retreat and sealed himself off from the remaining sects as he practiced his fighting skills.

He is very confident with his puppet skills, but Sam makes a brief job of them making him realize the flaws in fighting using puppets.

He realized that he should not rely too much on his puppets and should concentrate more on his personal strength.

So, he started researching his own fighting skills. He did not actually use any spells with signatures, but rather he started researching how to use his fire-type abilities for maximum efficiency.

He was secretly training himself and this continued even after the resource competition, the Sect Leader even offered a position on the resource competition team so that he could enter the Resting Place, coaxing him with treasures, and even becoming the leader of the group, but his efforts failed in vain.

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

They do not know how to deal with this and on this day, they become very impatient because there are many things that stagnate. In particular, the people who worked in the formation and the inscription tower.

Generally, the people sent to work in these two associations have certain requirements that must be met and they have the task of climbing as high as possible so that they can get more information and opportunities, which they would share with the sect.

But not all of them were suitable to rise through the ranks, after all how could there be so many experts in one place, so Sirona was in charge of letting them gain status.

He is in charge of providing research as well as solving problems that others face related to research. Now, all that's gone. The sect members were still fine when he took a break from the internal work, but now due to interfering with the external work, they became furious.

"Take him to court, by force if necessary."

Sect Leader ordered a Nascent stage cultivator. The man nodded and immediately left to finish the task.

But he came back with a limp leg and severed arm, along with it there were many sharp metal blades impaled on his chest. He was bleeding all over the floor and they could trace his way back to Sirona's room.

The sect leader frowned and asked.

"He's... He won't come." The man barely commented, before fainting. The attendant took him to the healer and the frown on the Sect leader's face became even more irritated.

Everything was good and comfortable as he listened to every word he said and was naively manipulated. He knew dealing with her was difficult, but he had never experienced it because of his trust in her and also he felt that he was only paying back what he had to the faction, he said, because he's part of it too.

But, since the original trust had been broken, there was no way he could easily manipulate it the way he wanted.

He's not a genius for nothing. He was trained to use his intelligence in a certain way since childhood, but once he was forced to find a new direction, these naively manipulated geniuses were the worst people you could meet.

They will now become very cynical and selfish.

Now, he realized that there was no benefit to him by helping the Sect all the time, he could only do so if he had a job with the sect. Will they agree to the terms? He would force them to agree to those terms.

His requirements might be important to him, but his help was more important to the sect.

Because the higher-ups of the sect were getting more and more difficult to deal with the changes of Sirona.

Something else is changing in this corner of the planet.

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

Three young people beat up the middle-aged man. They were all helpers, whereas the middle-aged man was a normal person without cultivation.

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

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

"I'm sorry, I was sick for the past week and couldn't get anything. I'll pay you next week."

The middle-aged man replied in an extremely pitiful and weak voice.

"You better pay. Otherwise, I'll kill you." The children left him and the middle-aged man stood weakly as he walked back to his house.

On the way back, she began to cry her heart and tears streamed down her face and the vision became blurred.

"Why should I grow through this? What sins have I committed? Is not being able to get up and be weak is my fault, why is the world so unfair?" He muttered to himself as he opened the main gate of his house.

She entered the house and sat down as she began to cry even more. He was tired of all the suffering. Three young people half his age beat him up because he did not pay the 'protection' fee he had to them.

He can't take it. All he wanted was to earn a living honestly, but it was very difficult to survive in this world, he even thought of ending his miserable and miserable life, which was very difficult, but he couldn't do it because he was too cowardly.

As he was immersed in his thoughts about his miserable life, a voice woke him from a daze.

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

Her voice was melodious, even though she saw no one, she still replied.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do you want to stand up for yourself and fight this unjust world?"

"Yes." Yeah."

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

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then take this. I will be your 'Guide' on this road to justice and equality." With those words, a pill rolled over on the wooden floor as it reached it.

The middle-aged man took the pill in his hand and hesitated.

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

"That's right. What should I lose?" He muttered and swallowed the pill.