Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer
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All the players digested the information Hel gave. Unlike before she was considerate enough to let them sink it all in.

"Okay, you can go now."

With a wave of her hand, all the players' bodies collapsed right there and then.

...

Sam felt like he is being sucked by an undefeatable and indomitable force out of nowhere. He felt like he is traveling through a very different and unique world. He could see a bunch of orbs floating around in a really dark space.

But every orb felt alive. Like every single one of them is a life of its own.

He moved at a speed that made all the orbs look like they are streaks of light in a dark space.

But as he moved, he felt like he is also another orb and soon he noticed that he is dashing towards a certain orb.

He collided with that orb and felt like he is wrestling with some other power.

Before he knew it, it seemed like the other power succumbed to him.

*SPLASH*

Sam suddenly felt a splash of water on his face. He opened his eyes and all he could see is a ceiling that seemed to have been made of rugged thick leather.

He looked around in shock. He is laying on the floor and all he could where people's legs that are standing on either side of him.

After the initial shock, only Sam realized that the water on his face is unusually warm and then the smell finally hit him.

The shock on his face turned to anger and he looked at the people around him.

It is urine. The urine of a Beast no less.

As he was about to open his mouth and showcase his anger, he felt a leg coming straight to his face.

"You bastard. What are you glaring for?"

He felt the kick straight on his face. No matter how much he tried, he wasn't able to move.

The kick was not forceful though. It was not meant to hurt him, rather it was meant to humiliate him. But it did bring him back to his senses and he tried to get up immediately.

Only that he couldn't. His upper body sat up, but his lower body couldn't. Because he doesn't have much of his lower body. His legs are not there. All he had left of the legs are some stubs at his thighs.

Sam went into shock again. He couldn't make sense of what is happening around and why he doesn't have any legs. At this moment, all of a sudden a wave of memories hit his soul. It hurt a little. But he got a gist of what is happening.

And his face paled for a moment.

As strong as his mentality, even Sam couldn't take the ridiculousness of this situation.

The thing is, he is one of the key figures in the war. With his cultivation at Peak of Astral Plane. He went into enemy lines many times and piled on so many merits that all of his peers are both afraid and jealous of him.

And the day before, he was called for an urgent mission. They got ambushed and left behind to save the rest. He resolved himself to die but survived. Only to lose his legs in the process though.

As Sam went through the memories, the first that came to his mind is the fact that how the young man wasn't healed properly in time. If he was healed as soon as he was attacked and brought, his legs would have been intact.

But it wasn't done. He was unconscious and all he got was first aid his legs were gone.

Not even the toxins and other infectious matter were removed. He had to amputate his legs by the time the healer came once again.

And declared that the body's owner cannot regrow his legs ever again.

Of course, just like any other organization, Sam also has some serious enemies in his own and they didn't fail to take advantage of his perilous situation. And among them, the most hateful of them all is currently standing in front of him with a container full of beast urine.

"Oi, Brice. What the fuck are you dazed for? You still haven't answered my question. Why were you glaring? It is not like the people in this tent are the ones responsible for you losing your legs.

It is your stupid decision to get stuck in there while trying to be a hero. Instead of directly coming to me and reporting the situation, you have the audacity to sleep till now.

That is why I brought here and woke up you.

Now, tell me. Why did you do this selfishly? You have to know that your body is not yours. It is the Clan's property in this state of war. Who gave the right to destroy it like this?"

Sam looked up as he listened to the rant of another guy.

He is young and tall. He has very narrow eyes, but a square face. But he looked strong. They are definitely of the same cultivation level. And he emitted an aura that is befitting of a person that killed hundreds of people. He is reeking the stench of the battlefield.

One thing Sam is sure about is that this guy is definitely not some pushover young master who is relying on just the situation and making other's life miserable.

Sam got more details. This guy's name is Blane. Brice and Blane are of the same generation and rivals in the clan. But currently, Blane has slightly higher authority in the war because his team got more kills at the start and he was promoted to a higher rank.

Brice on the other hand fell behind a bit short in terms of merit. But the last battle should not have only overturned that, he should have left Blane behind in the dust.

This is something everyone in the camp knew. And that is the reason Blane is trying to so hard to pin this as Brice's recklessness.

If he can prove that Brice acted up like this because of his greed over his personal merit and rewards. Blane can appeal that Brice is acting without any concern towards the clan as he is one of the key factors in the war and didn't bother to take care of himself properly.

It is like knowing that a weapon is a key to war, but someone recklessly uses it for their personal gain while they are already in the war, without caring if it could be used later on or not.

Sam shook his head as he sighed.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for Brice, but he is also kind of impressed by his decisiveness of Blane.

If he really proves Brice's actions, then he would win, but it is not that one-sided. It is going to be hard. After all, Brice is known to be a loyal subordinate. His loyalty to the clan is so unshakable that even Blane's reputation is not comparable to it.

But to Blane to still go with this plan, he must be really confident or really determined.

As Sam is thinking of all this, he suddenly dodged to the side.

Blane's kick grazed past him.

"I am ordering you as your superior. Answer me."

Sam didn't bother with him though. He just calmly looked for some more information. The information about what the affinity of this guy is like and what skills he can use.

He got the information as soon as he thought about it and it was followed by a pleasant surprise and a horrible shock.

The surprise is the constitution of this guy's body.

This guy has a constitution that is almost as rare as Sam. It is a very special warrior-mage constitution and his spiritual core has the ability to be compatible with any element.

As long as the person can understand and gain insight into the basic laws of elements in nature and have enough mental strength, they could wield any element.

To be precise, they can modify their spiritual energy into any elemental energy. It is very similar to Sam's conversion ability. But unlike Sam's core which could inherently absorb different elemental energies through the cultivation technique, this body can only do the conversion.

And the requirements to properly wield it are way too high. The mental load a person has to bear to wield it is extremely strenuous. This limits the number of elements a person can master.

But for a person like Sam, who has wielded so many elements over the years, this is a perfectly compatible body.

Then the horrible shock he has to digest is the skill that he could use.

Within his consciousness, he could see all the skills that are floating on some virtual screens. All the skills that this person mastered.

Sam is actually impressed by the skillset.

There is archery, swordsmanship, movement techniques, formations techniques, and inscriptions. He is a decent all-rounder.

But of all those skills, the one that he got is Weaving