THE REBIRTH OF A GENIUS. CREATOR/DESTROYER

Chapters 707. Points

Sam just stayed in his cave and took care of himself. Indeed there are some changes and one of them is when he sees his friends part of him wants to bite and suck their blood. But his instincts were so weak that he could control the impulse.

In fact the urge was dominated by the rest of his lineage so the feeling was very vague and negligible.

He could sense that something bad would happen if the beast bloodline was not in his body.

He even performed some experiments such as taking some of his friend's blood to store in front of him, kissing it, and even applying it to his body, although that increased urge was still within his rational limits.

Only then did he feel relieved.

Regardless of that impulse, the rest was only beneficial to him. For starters, his body had a clear physical advantage now compared to his peers. His body was so strong and healed itself faster. He did not even need to use the light element to heal himself.

The second advantage was that he became an expert in necromancy and dark elemental techniques. Now it was almost like a habit for him to use necromancy techniques and dark elements.

There was one thought that bothered him so much and he felt so relieved that he felt lucky for the first time and it was his fear to get the greatest weakness that Vampires had.

Weakness of light elements. He would rather return all the advantages this body brought over than reach the weakness of that light element with them.

The first test was simple, he just stayed in the sun and tested his technique, and then he realized that his body had not changed in any way, nor did he feel any form of oppression. The rest of his body and the beast bloodline seemed to act as a shield for his half-vampire.

He used light element attacks and nothing happened, it was as usual. He felt very grateful for his luck for the first time in his life.

He never believed in luck but now he feels it for the first time. Staying helpless for almost a month could destroy anyone, even his friends as they would feel the changes in their bodies that would probably disappear at any moment.

Fortunately he managed to stay strong and get out of that hellhole.

The day before their trip, Sam finally checked his wrist screen but nothing surprised him. For all the damage he did, he expected a six-digit number on his screen but he didn't expect that there were no numbers at all.

If only this game had a GM he could call whenever he wanted.

He just left his mind for later and started making preparations to leave. As for why they should prepare, the remaining two races sent messengers to talk to him and they sent some presents.

Some of them sent human slaves, some sent some ferocious beasts that could only be found in this realm, and some sent resources that undead creatures could use to grow.

All the nobles of the two races and even some of the ghost races and some of the lower undead races came to find him.

But he didn't meet them all. In the past week, he had only focused on himself and his friends had to take on this task as well.

Most of them had just left after learning that Sam would not be able to meet them. But the second messenger of the king did not go and only set up camp near him.

As they searched for a camping spot, the team could not help but laugh. They live far away from anything that looks like a vine.

Sam made them all suffer from PTSD. They would never dare to hold the vine with their hands for the rest of their lives.

When Sam came out and finally met them, he was shocked by the resources they sent. One of them sent a spirit stone. They were so many that he was surprised there were many of these stones. Seeing his shock, the envoy explained the situation.

The Undead Realm was also a prison so these undead creatures could not use spirit stones like dwarves either.

It's all wasted here. But the Wight King always experimented with them to find a way out and mine them on a regular basis.

He somehow finds out that Sam can use spirit stones, maybe his spies in Banished realm are still working, so he sends a lot of elemental stones so Sam feels that this alone is worth the trip. And he was even more satisfied when he saw the special metal in this world. The Wight King was really thinking about the present.

The second gift is even more unique. This gift is from the Ghoul King.

This was actually a jar of blood and from the letter he explicitly stated that the blood did not contain human blood and was collected from the blood of some exotic beasts that were not available in the undead realm.

The Ghoul King was the one who had the most contact with the people from the higher realms connected to them.

So, he had a way to get what he wanted. He must have arranged this so that he could exchange something from the Vampire King.

No need to keep it to yourself.

Sam felt the urge to drink it. But the energy in the blood would make his body explode. This was also another resource that he could only use when he broke through further.

After dealing with this and making sure that he would leave the Undead Realm after this, the envoys left the forest with a sigh of relief.

While Sam was preparing to return, there was a huge discussion in the area where the gods participating in this game usually met.

"There's no way we can give him that many points, he used cheap tricks to achieve this. It's not fair for the other points."

Indra shouted at the other gods.

Sam's number is very high this time.

The gambler just relaxes in his chair and asks casually.

"What did I say before the game started? For each cultivation stage, his score would be multiplied by fifty.

He killed hundreds of Transcendent stage cultivation and he killed dozens of perfect realm cultivators.

He even killed an Astral Plane level cultivator. You must have forgotten that you yourself added a rule saying that they can use any means necessary.

All he did was use the environment to his advantage and kill them by making a simple weapon.

If you can multiply the score by fifty times just because of the cultivation stage, how many times do you have to multiply to kill an Astral Plane cultivator? I'm generous here and only offer a fraction of what should be given and you're still making a fuss.

Don't take me for a soft persimmon is fine. You might regret it. Ask Hou Yi if you don't believe me."

The Gambler said as he looked at Hou Yi whose face was burning with embarrassment.

Hou Yi did not dare to speak at this moment. He's in a state of emergency and everything he says that could defy Gambler is a minus for him. For someone who cares deeply about his face, if he were to oppose Gambler, it would be easy to misunderstand because he is petty and his face would be gone.

He paid close attention to these superficial things even though he was a god.

The other gods are also troubled. In particular, the people who insisted on organizing the Inheritance Palace and the game in the undead realm.

As the Gambler told Hou Yi before it started.

Every decision they make because of the influence of others is a gamble and they have to face the consequences whatever the outcome.

They bet and Sam slaps their face. Inevitably they wonder what kind of little pests this Gamblers bring into this game.

"But a million is too many." Indra still has not given up.

"Too many? I didn't even count the scores for the Pre-transcendent stage cultivator he killed so the other players wouldn't die from embarrassment. So, don't you dare say that too much?"

"But…"

"Indra, stop. You have humiliated yourself so many times why are you still so stubborn?" Kartikeya intervened from the side.

Indra could not answer. He sat back in his chair and just kept quiet. But that stubborn expression was still on his face.

"Because there are no more objections, I will give points to my players. So, the next time you meet your players, tell them to improve their game. It's no fun if there's no competition."

The gambler said as he left the table.