THE REBIRTH OF A GENIUS. CREATOR/DESTROYER

Chapter 59. The Third Line Network

"He was on the twenty floor. Do you think he'll beat the others and win first place?"

"Eitherway. But he's not faster than the others. Maybe he's the same as the other two leading."

"I think so too."

"I guess not. He might even retreat from the next floor."

Several candidates and spectators were discussing about Sam as they watched the tower.

Meanwhile Sam is undergoing a test that will take him to the final set of tests in the tower. Test to enter the twenty-first floor.

Sam was sweating all over his body as he watched the time as he sat on the platform. Awakened consciousness. In mind.

Sam depends on a high vertical rocky surface. He looked down and underneath there was a puddle of hot lava, from which hot steam came out burning his skin. He looked up towards the mouth of the volcano. He could clearly see a blue sky filled with white clouds.

Sam started to climb. His spiritual energy was sealed and his memory was empty. The only thing he knew was that he could not hold on to the stone wall in the same place if he wanted to survive. His body had several cuts and bruises and several bloody wounds. He slowly started to approach the mouth of the volcano. When she finally put her hand over her mouth and pulled herself up, a light lit up and she found herself at the point she started.

"Fuck" He cursed loudly as he looked at the lava pool that was very close to his feet. This is the fourth time it has happened. Every time he climbed up with all his might, he would come back down as if he were hit in one round and worse yet every time this happened, his injuries would deteriorate due to the exposure of the heat from the lava. He was getting tired and wanted to rest, but something in his mind told him that climbing was the only way out. If he wants to live, he has to climb.

He began to climb up and again reached the top and went back down again in an instant.

Fifth time.

sixth time.

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tenth time. Sam is really hurt. Skin's cracked. He had third-degree burns; he held the rocky bulge with all his might. But he refused to give up. His palm was covered in blood and burns. His entire body ached and he was still trying to get up, but this time his hand lost grip and he fell into the lava pool.

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Sam opened his eyes on the platform. He was soaked in sweat. His skin became cold.

*pah**pah*He slapped himself twice to make himself more awake. He looked at the door that had just opened and he felt anxious about what to see in the next round.

His first ten rounds, he faced a powerful enemy, which he could not win. But he was given a fighting chance and the next ten rounds, he fought nature and was thrown into a helpless situation that even he could not fight. He really wanted to see what he would fight next.

He slowly walked to the next floor and the style of his secret pattern completely changed. He sat on the middle platform and closed his eyes. Suddenly a voice appeared in his mind.

[Oh, another young man. It seems like the younger generation is getting stronger and stronger. In one day, there was already a seventh. Let me see what's in your head.]

The voice sounded like it belonged to an old man. That sounds rude. Just as the voice was finished, Sam felt someone enter his consciousness and read it like a book. He found the silhouette of the old man in his consciousness and all his memories flashed past him one by one and those memories were not only after his rebirth, but also memories from his previous life. The old man looked at those memories with a surprised expression. Then he turned towards Sam and said.

[your soul belongs to another world. I can't see how you got here; he seems to be someone much stronger. Anything related to it in your memory cannot be read. Back to your situation. You really seem to have been through a lot in your past life. This might be a little unfair to you, but I can't do anything about it. Hope your desire is strong enough to reach the top.] The Old Silhouette disappeared as soon as he spoke without giving Sam a chance to speak.

Sam again felt a jolt in his mind and his consciousness drifted again. He opened his eyes and looked at the familiar, extremely familiar place engraved in his memories and soul.

Sam looked at the warehouse where he was and saw children of various ages from three to ten years old in tattered clothes. He is now back to his past, this place is familiar to him, because this is where his four-year-old self lives.

Sam looked at the door and got a bad premonition, he tried to remember why he came back here, but nothing came to his mind, His memories only left until the situation, the rest of his memories were empty, he said, although he knew that he had made it through this, but he did not remember how he could get through this.

Suddenly, the door opened. A young man in his twenties came in a loud voice and looked around as if looking for someone, when his eyes landed on Sam, he immediately walked towards him and without a word he kicked his stomach. Sam flew up and landed on the floor, all the children were frightened and stood up from the courtyard and curled up to the other side of the warehouse.

"Basic bastards. Why don't you go to the shift today? Who will pay for the food you eat?" He walked up to Sam and held his neck and felt Sam's skin getting warmer and his voice getting louder.

"You better not give this man any food. If he wanted to eat, he had to go out and ask for money and hand over his collection. Then only he'll have something to eat, got it?" His voice grew louder and the other children nodded weakly.

After the man left, Sam slowly sat down and leaned against the wall. He looked at the bowl he gave to beg and looked at the door.

He clearly knew the young man. When Sam was on the street, this young man reached out to him and said that he could go to an orphanage where he could eat, sleep, and go to school like any other school. But he was smuggled into this place, where he had to beg all day to eat. But he clearly did not understand what to do. But he knew that once a child tried to escape, he was beaten so hard that the child died.

Sam stared at the door weakly. He took the bowl and walked towards the door. He walked to the street and started begging. As he walked towards the quiet alley to sit down, he saw something.

A van was there with the door open and two men were talking. He heard their conversation.

"When are we going?" One person asked the other.

“I don't know either. But before we go, we need to figure out that last group. Even though we caught almost all of these leaders, we need to find the bastard who stole our things secretly. I heard he's in town and he's using our stuff to make money." The man spoke while waving a photo. Sam peeked at the photo and was surprised to see it.

Although he could not understand what the two men were talking about, he knew that they were angry at the young man in the photo and that the young man was the one who beat up Sam.

Sam looked at the two men and hesitated a little. He immediately left the alley and continued to beg before he returned to the warehouse secretly. He went to the young man and secretly gave him the money he earned by begging.

The young man took the money and still looked a little disappointed, he took the money and slapped Sam.

"Why is your collection still a little? To me you are in vain." He scolded and threw a piece of bread at Sam and left the room.

Sam slowly walked into the room and ate bread that was definitely not enough for him. He tried to sleep and thought about the two men and whether or not to bring them here.

Last time, a boy tried to lead the police here and what happened was that the police were bribed by the young man and the boy was victimized and broke his leg.

Sam was afraid that if he did this and got caught, he would suffer too. It's too much for a four-year-old boy. He seemed to be unable to make up his mind and he only slept when he could not stay up because of his fever.

The next day he woke up again with a round of kicks. "How dare you sleep again today? Didn't I clean up last night?" The young man kicked him again and again. Sam cried while hugging his head.

Wh why? He asked himself. He's tired of this. He was obviously tired of this. After the beating was over, he took his bowl and went to the street but this time he did not plead to anyone. He walked to the alley where the two men were talking yesterday and waited there. He sat there all day and when night fell, the two young men came again.

"No leads."

"For me too." Two of them spoke in frustration. Sam walked towards the two men from his place and pointed at the photo in their hands.

When they saw the child pointing at the photo, they were confused and chased him away.

"Son, get out of here. This is not the place for you to stay."

Sam did not move and pulled the pants of a man and pointed towards the photo and then to the street.

"Do you know where this guy is?" One of them asked while looking at Sam.

"Yes." Yeah." Sam said and nodded his head. His throat hurt when he tried to speak. That's why he refrained from speaking.

The two men exchanged glances and gestured for Sam to show him the way. When they reached the hiding place and found the young man, they immediately started beating him and only stopped until the young man died. The young man looked at Sam with hatred as he exhaled his last breath.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of you." One of the two men said with a smile. At that moment Sam nodded. But he had no idea that it was this situation that led him to the scenario of leaving the pot only to land on the stove.

As soon as the young Sam closed his eyes, Sam who was sitting on the tower opened his eyes as he shivered violently. It was one of the most painful memories of the past. The decision to complain about the young man, took everything that the four-year-old had to offer.

He understands now. This is the third track. He has to live through the same scenarios in the past and take the same decisions that he took. But it wasn't easy. Because, he would rather not undergo the scenario anymore. When the door to the next floor opened, he began to hesitate for the first time.