Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer Chapter 1015: All the sect heads

Destruction is one of the things that can be addictive. At least it is more addictive than creation which is the opposite of this. And if a person gets addicted to destruction, it would lead them to seek thrills through it and finally find the best things to destroy to get the greatest of thrills and every person who enjoys destruction will finally end up doing one thing, destroying a fellow human.

If a normal person kills a human, they might not be able to get out of that situation for a long time. But if a person who is addicted to destruction does that, he will be able to get over it in three days and will understand the thrill in it.

As for why this came up, it is because Sam was in one of those phases where he enjoyed the destruction he brought upon the people at one point in his previous life.

In his training phase, when he was eleven or twelve, when he finally came to terms that he wouldn't be able to get out of that h.e.l.l hole and embraced that new life, he enjoyed it, he enjoyed disfiguring a man's face with his bare hands.

He enjoyed crus.h.i.+ng the skull of a man who is double his size.

He enjoyed the screams as he flayed the skin of his opponent to get the information out. What he can say, he didn't know that it would be this addictive and no one ever said not to enjoy it, as for what his conscience said? He was twelve what can it say?

As for why it came up now, it is because currently Sam almost felt like he went back to those days as he slammed the baseball bat crudely at each and every elder that came at him. The head of the mace sect who is among the elders was spared as Sam let him take a look at what he is doing to the elders.

The teeth flew around completely covered in blood, people puked blood, every time he landed a hit, he could feel the broken bones, the ruptured skulls, the shattered ribs, punctured organs, he could feel it and he couldn't help but be reminded of the time when he was training.

It might be because of the weapon he used or because of the way he fought with no intent to kill but just to hurt or it might be because he deliberately made a mountain out of a molehill for a thing as insignificant as a chicken stew with the excuse of blowing his steam off, he felt like he became that twelve-year-old kid who just embraced the kill and hurting people as a mere activity to amuse himself.

Within a half-an-hour, there are a bunch of people lying on the floor either unconscious or groaning in pain with half of the bones in their body broken.

Sam halted as the mace sect head was the only man standing in midst of this bloodbath.

He looked at the sky and thought to himself.

He thought he completely got rid of these emotions, but it seems like he just forcefully suppressed them.

No these emotions, there are various feelings which he got accustomed to but later realized that they are not good things to be in his head and tried to erase, but it seems like he just suppressed them and the acc.u.mulation of these things might be the reason for his insecurities.

After all, insecurities stem from the thoughts that one cannot express to others.

He sighed and thought to himself, he should eliminate these emotions completely like excretion. He should get rid of those insecurities in one form or the other. He looked at the fallen guys and after confirming that no one is dead, he turned to the head of the sect and said.

"I will give you the same chance. If you can call someone for the backup that could either take you out of here and bring me the chicken stew, I will let you go."

These words resonated in the quiet neighborhood even though it is filled with a lot of people.

The sect head immediately held the communication token and called for help.

A few minutes later, a bunch of elders and the sect heads of the other sects came and landed at the scene, they didn't take action thought.

The four sect heads stood there and talked to the citizens as they looked at their lesser heads huddled together in fear.

After getting the gist of it, the four of them fell into the discussion.

They are three old men and one old woman.

"So, what do you guys want to do?" The woman asked casually.

"Of course, we cannot let someone walk over one of us like this."

"I disagree, he seems powerful and the destruction he caused was controlled, he didn't kill anyone yet. He is a fearsome foe. It would be best if we compromise." Another old man said.

"I agree with compromise."

The old woman also said.

Finally, except for one old man and the old woman, the remaining two wanted to fight and they rounded up their elders to go towards Sam.

Sam picked the bat covered with blood and finished the gla.s.s of wine in his hands and moved towards them.

"So, from the looks of it, you guys just want to take them out. I wish at least one of you will give me a bowl and chicken stew and be done with it."

Sam said and suddenly he lunged forward with full speed and stuck one of the elders on his ear. When the elder was falling to the side, Sam halted in his tracks and hit him on the other side making him faint before holding him up with the bat.

"You made the wrong decision." He spoke and continued with the bas.h.i.+ng.

The old man and the woman looked at Sam and gulped nervously.

One of them looked at the chef in the restaurant and gestured him to come towards them. When Sam gave them a glare though, they went there themselves and whispered.

"How long would it take to make the stew?"

"With the preparation time combined, approximately eight hours."

"Eight hours?"

"That is what it takes daily. But if it is just for one person, it would only be around four and a half hours as most of the preparation time would be reduced."

"So, why don't you make one? We will pay you the price."

"I cannot do that. I already placed all the eggs that were left for hatching in the hatching formation, the eggs are no longer suitable for making. We can only wait until tonight for the eggs to be laid and make it."

"Is there any way to get an egg at this time?"

"My chickens cannot do it. Their biological clock was trained so that they would lay eggs at night, if you want to get any, you can only go for the wild chickens in the forest, but it would be hard to find one."

"Give us an approximate location, on where we can find one."

"I don't want to."

The two sect heads were stunned. All this while the chef gave all the answers calmly, but now he suddenly refused.

"It is just how you guys ignored us. Because you don't want to get involved in the Mace sect's territory and antagonize them, you let the people suffer. The same reason you just helped the Mace sect hunt the people that escaped their territory and entered yours.

For the same reason, I don't want to.

I don't want to involve myself in a dispute caused by Mace sect members."

The two heads didn't even know what to do.

They were just lost in a daze as they remembered all the pleas they heard until now. The territory of the Mace sect is completely run based on one simple thing. Tyranny. All the people here are slaves and that is for the lack of a better word to describe them.

They don't have a free will of their own and they can only do what the sect tells them to. Disciples can rape women as they want, they can kill any person that angered them, this is a common occurrence and one can say what the elders would do.

But the rest of the sects ignored it, because, for them, the Mace sect is a necessary evil, they are the strongest realm in the surroundings, and the people of the Mace sect are an extra a.s.set for them to keep that t.i.tle in place.

It would be possible to fight without him, but with him, they don't have to fight at all, and now their att.i.tude bit them in the back.

No matter what they told and what they offered the chef didn't speak, he only has one thing to say.

"I am used to the life of the slave and my son is going to get out of here with that guy, so there is nothing I have to lose. If you want to kill me, then you can kill me. I am not helping you. But do remember one thing. That guy wants to eat a bowl of stew and he is only leaving after he ate it. If I die, I wonder who will be making that stew to make him go from here."