Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer Chapter 1273: New limbs

Sam went to the body of the silk moth to take a clear look. It is barely alive, but I cannot move. Its wings are destroyed and there are multiple holes all over its body.

It is struggling to stay alive.

Sam hit it with the staff one last time to put it out of its misery. After he was done there, he didn't even bother to clean up. He took all the spatial rings and went into the core areas of the sect to check for any resources that he could get and exited the sect.

That day many people from within the city came to check the Golden Silk Sect. After all, for the past few days, the sect was extremely active as if they were preparing for war. Some of the rival organizations were even panicking as they thought they might be the target of the war.

But instead of attacking the Sect went on to strengthen their defenses. This piqued their curiosity so they sent a bunch of their people to the city to keep an eye.

They could hear the commotion Sam has caused in the sect and by the time Sam left and they reached the sect, all they could see some disciples who were too weak for Sam to even consider killing them were running around the sect and started taking whatever it was useful for them so that they could run away.

Particularly, the library is so active that it looked like it was being pillaged by a group of bandits.

But they didn't care about that. All they had was ecstasy that the Golden Silk Sect was destroyed.

Word traveled fast and the agents left behind immediately ran back to the organizations and they started going to the external businesses of the Golden Silk Sect without any reservations. It became a free for all buffet and everyone is trying to grab as much as they can.

Sam went back to Gravin's estate after this and met with him.

"So, how is the project?"

"My part is done, all you need to do is add the inscriptions and we can add it."

Sam nodded and said.

"Then, let me start. I will finish it as fast as I can."

With that, Sam just sat in the workshop for three days straight to finish the inscriptions on the parts of the two products.

After he was done, Gravin and him started a.s.sembling the project bit by bit. Only the a.s.sembling took a day of work and when it was finally done, both Gravin and Sam were extremely satisfied and happy.

Sam looked at the two products with a smile.

One of them is a mechanical arm and the other one is a mechanical leg.

The two limbs which he didn't have were now made. Even though, he didn't see much resistance and difficulty in the current situation he was in and everyone was easy to deal with, he knew for sure that the more he climbed, the more troublesome it would be for him.

The limping and the lack of an arm is going to be a hindrance in the future battles, he cannot simply offset all the disadvantages with the staff. It might make things easy for a bit, but it is definitely not a good long term solution.

But now, he doesn't have to.

The long term solution is right in front of him.

"Can I get a cleaner room with some privacy? I would like to attach them as soon as possible."

"Can I See?"

"Of course."

Gravin nodded and led him to a private room. It is serene and calm. The sound of the blasting furnace and the constant hitting of metal with a hammer couldn't be heard and it is extremely clean.

Sam sat in the middle of the room and started gathering energy at the palm of his only usable hand. He used the palm to cut off the stump of the maimed hand and then took out some recovery drugs to heal it.

But this time, he didn't let it heal unevenly like before. He adjusted the shape by repeatedly cutting off the excess part.

And when it is in his desired size and shape, Sam took out the mechanical arm. He injected his energy into it and a clicking sound could be heard as the top most part of the arm opened up like a flower.

He placed it on the stump and once again injected the energy, the flower closed over the stump and tightened around it.

Small thin needles. So, thin that Sam almost couldn't feel a thing on his arm were slowly penetrated into the flesh of the stump as they were connected to the meridian network.

Sam didn't design this thing with the purpose of connecting it to the neural network. Rather this design is inclined towards controlling the arm with the energy itself.

Even the opening up and closing on the top of the arm is part of the energy controlling network.

Sam realized that since this body is capable of exhibiting such an energy control to the extreme precision, he might as well use this to his advantage.

He created a similar network of veins, and meridians in the mechanical arm, but all of them are mostly done by metals with almost similar flexibility.

When Sam injects his energy into this network and condenses it, the mechanical arm acts as a perfect mold for that condensation and the inscriptions help him preserve the condensed arm without any destabilization. He can just move the arm around like it was part of his body with just a thought.

But in reality, he is moving the energy condensed inside the arm and the arm is moving along with it.

Apart from that, he also added many features to it which would make things easier for him in the battle.

Sam then proceeded to do the same with the leg and attached it to his body.

After he was done, he took a deep breath and hopped onto his one normal leg and placed the mechanical leg gently as he took a few steps forward.

For the first ten steps, he felt a little uncomfortable, but soon, he became used to it. Except for the lack of sensation that there is a leg and arm, he can walk pretty well.

He started testing his arm too. Moving it around as much as he could. He went as far as using some battle techniques.

After he was completely fine with the limbs, he got rid of the peg leg and felt relieved. He got dressed again.

"I cannot guess your expression with the mask, but I a.s.sume you are happy."

Gravin said from the side.

"Relieved mostly."

"So, want to have a drink? I have a special bottle of wine that I wanted to open for a special occasion like this."

"Sure, I think I could use some."

Sam said and both of them sat down while they started drinking. They chatted away as they covered many topics. From the basics of Artisans.h.i.+p, to the weapons Gravin forged, his days as students and many more.

"This is the most satisfying day of my life. I wouldn't even complain if I had to die tomorrow."

Gravin said with a smile.

"Why? You have a long life ahead."

"What is the point of living in this dirty world? Making weapons is all I am good at and it gave me some status and power. I really like making them too.

But I slowly lost the feeling of satisfaction I get from every weapon I make. And when I lost it completely, I didn't see any point of living. I wanted to find love for a bit, but that didn't work out. Then out of spite, I announced this challenge as a distraction. Everyday, I used to spend my time verbally destroying every guy that came across that gate with a design saying that it would be the best thing I ever made.

Even though I know it is impossible for someone to present their most incredible design for an outsider like me to make it, I just wanted to have some hope and you brought that.

I highly doubt that I would get anything like that again."

Sam didn't even know what to say. It seems like this world is not just about killing and surviving. He never expected someone like Gravin who had such a great skill at his hand to feel this empty.

Maybe sometimes, being too good at something is also a sin.

From what Sam could see, Gravin could forge anything he wished. He doesn't need a bunch of machines to help him in the process, he could forge it as long as the metal softens for his flames and he can change it into any shape he wants.

Sam looked at him and said.

"Maybe you will find it or maybe you don't. But holding on to the hope that you might find something like that is not a bad thing. After all, you knew that something like that wouldn't come, but here I am. I brought it myself didn't I? Maybe, there would be someone else on their way."

"Cheers for that."

They clinked their gla.s.ses and chugged the wine.