Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

The next day after the first mission was over, the first batch of the people who gave up as well as people who were dead because, they weren't able to hold up due to injuries caused by the chameleons.

Now, there are only 102 people left inside the zone and out of the 18 members six of them are dead and the remaining twelve people gave up.

Sam is inside his room as he closed his eyes and laid down. He is contemplating on how to get past this stage with minimum effort. The first step for it is the pot filled with meat of Chameleons which he buried day before yesterday. By tomorrow it will be ready.

But he wasn't sure if it is really as useful. Even the bone knives he made can only be used for few times and they aren't that powerful.

The usefulness of these things will mainly depend on the task will be given next.

Next day, Sam along with Kelly and Hawk went to the place where the pot is buried.

He slowly dug out the pot and opened the lid. A pungent and acidic smell came as soon as it was exposed. After looking at the liquid substance that is almost filled the pot, he closed it and kept it aside carefully.

Then three of them started making some tiny finger sized small cups with the mud in cylindrical shape.

One side of the cup is closed while the other side is opened completely.

The cup is so thin and delicate that it would break as soon as they apply slight pressure. Sam filled three-fourths of the cup with the pungent greenish liquid and they closed the other side with mud and again baked it.

So, a closed capsule made of mud and filled with this weird liquid is made after so much effort.

Even the making is time consuming, they didn't stop. After all, there is all the time in the world. Even though, it is twelfth day of the special branch, there is nothing much they did and it itself will create some mental problems to these people who are always busy with cultivating, training, or even squandering.

So, making somethings that might be help full isn't a bad idea. So, they kept on making these small mud capsules and they were done by the night. Now the large pot is empty and there are around hundred capsules.

Sam went back to the camp and called his teammates as he distributed the capsules to them. After everyone took their share of capsules to their camp, he said.

"These capsules maybe small, but they will be useful in a fight in our current circ.u.mstances. Since, we can't use our spiritual energy carelessly, these may come in handy. All you have to do is throw them at the target and it will work as long as the target is a living being.

By next day all the candidates knew about Sam's weird actions of making some small items with clay and mud. They just thought that they are doing this out of boredom and some of them even threw some mean comments like they lost their mind or they became crazy.

But they didn't care.

There is one thing that annoyed Sam and others though. The noble kids who came to get close to Jasmine are still trying to pester her and it is kind of annoying them.

If not for the fact they should be careful about their usage of the spiritual energy, Sam might have fought it out with them… No more like he would have kicked their assess.

Days passed and fifteenth day came and this day the food was delivered by the bird type beasts, but still there is a deficit of twenty packages. This time also fights broke out and Sam, Hawk and Jack also got into fights.

Sam and Jack won instantly but Hawk has a tough opponent. Hawk is only at Novice level 2 while the other guy is at Novice level 3 which made his fight harder, but finally he won the battle as the other party doesn't seem to have left with much spiritual energy.

After their meal, the days passed by again and on eighteenth day.

Sam and his group are chatting to pass the time in their small camp.

But suddenly sounds of rumbling and explosions came from outside and when they went outside, they saw that a camp was blown away by a huge flame explosion.

At the same time, an announcement could be heard.

"Hello, candidates. Some of the prisoners of the marquis city who were sentenced death and were staying in jail to be executed are now with you in the Special branch zone. There are exactly 82 death row inmates which we painstakingly arrested within the whole of Marquis' territory.

But they were given a second chance.

Now they are your opponents. If anybody of you are killed by them, they will be given the chance to redeem themselves by joining the army.

For the candidates who killed the inmates, they will be given a portion of food for every person you kill.

And by the way, they are all at Novice level 3 to Level 5. So, all the best."

The voice sounded mischievous and playful as if that person is watching a game playout.

Every candidate felt frustrated. When they first got here, they thought they were going to learn something, but even though they are learning now, they are being forced to learn by these situations.

Some of them are even regretting coming here and particularly those candidates who were once dropped out due to Zeke and were forced to come back again by the Marquis, their initial excitement was gone.

Now, they are thinking, why the marquis even came to them to get them back.

The worst thing is that they didn't even have enough time to lament on these things. The death row inmates who were given a chance at second life are already near the camps when the announcement was made.

They already started attacking people as soon as they came. After all a new lease at their pathetic and almost ended lives isn't something they can pass up on.

The first attack on the camp already injured a person. If not for the fact that all the candidates are already on their toes and sensed the danger when it was about to strike, the injured wouldn't be just one person.

"Keep the capsules in your hands and stay near the camp. Stay close. And don't let the capsule break in your hands. It would be disastrous if the liquid touches your skin. Don't attack the enemies with your spells and battle techniques.

Finish them with the capsules if it is possible and only use your attacks for defence or killing blows. Stay together and don't spread."

Sam immediately gave orders.

It became beneficial that their camp is the last one and the inmates have to go through all the other camps to reach them.

And the inmates seemed to be carefree as they were already informed about the situation of the candidates.

Lack of spiritual energy to restore or cultivate and their last intake was three days ago, and their cultivations ranged from Novice Level 1 to Level 4. For them this is a piece of cake, so they are enjoying themselves. And the most important thing is that they are no restrictions on what they do.

But soon, they realised one thing, they clearly underestimated the elites. Even though, the candidates don't have a battle experience of years, they are still elites chosen from hundreds and even thousands of candidates.

So, the inmates soon met with a wakeup call.

The attacks of the candidates are even more vicious than the inmates' attacks. This gave them a surprise.

And why are the kids so fierce, that is because, they are already very frustrated and since it has already come to a situation where there is a possibility of their death, they didn't hold back.

After all, they can get the food to eat after they kill a person.

So, they aren't conservative about the attacks at all.

And the first body that fell was that of the inmates' and not of a candidate. The person who fought with Hawk yesterday used all of his remaining strength to sneak up on an inmate at Novice Level 3 and killed him.

Just as he heaved a sigh of relief that he can have a full portion of food, a palm surrounded by sharp spiritual energy was pierced through the abdomen as a man with a vicious expression appeared behind him.

An inmate tried to take the easy way to get a free kill without any effort.

"Brother." A young man who is not far away shouted in agony and attacked the inmate and soon the inmate was dead.

But the young man wasn't happy, he held his brother tightly and tried to stop his bleeding as he tore his shirt open and tied the wound.

Sam looked as the young man carried his wounded brother to the front door. He looked at the tears and snot as the young man cried but still grit his teeth as he carried his brother over and ran. Suddenly, he felt a little uneasy.

By this time there are already some inmates charging at him and his teammates.

Just as he said previously, the teammates stood closely with backs against each other and threw the mud capsules over.

The inmates didn't really care much as they knew that there are no weapons with candidates. They thought that the capsules are some stones and when they didn't feel any kind of spirtual energy they even felt like laughing and didn't even bother dodging.

So, the capsules hit them and soon blood curdling screams of the inmates rang throughout the zone. All the fights stopped for an instant.

Six inmates who made are near Sam's group held their faces or abdomens and various other parts where the weird liquid was splashed.

The liquid is the result of secretion from the flesh of myriad mirage chameleon.

This liquid has a highly corrosive property and it intensifies if there is no atmospheric air present. When a myriad mirage chameleon dies its corpse will be completely corroded by this secreted liquid and it will soon disappear into the atmosphere due to the dilution by the spiritual energy.

Since, Sam left it inside the a closed pot for some time and particularly since there is lack of spiritual energy, the corrosive property is quite high.

So, when it was splashed, all of the skin and flesh at that spot started to dissolve.

The team immediately killed the six members and turned their targets to the nearest inmates. Before they could come out of surprise from the cries of the first batch of inmates, two more people were targeted and became dead bodies.

In this way while Sam was still looking at the young man who is carrying his brother towards the faraway front door, his team got enough kills to have sufficient meals.