Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

When Sam saw the killing intent coming from that guy in the fighter audience, he knew his plan was success.

He wants to create a continuous feud with a group of fighters and make it as the basis of his rise in this arena.

He will increase his rank and he will increase the revenue at the same time, so that the Arena will see him as an asset and an asset that couldn't be disposed at all.

Even though, he has to find a way to get past the Arena and enter the city to get more information and the method would vary based on the person who is sitting on the top of this Arena and controlling this whole business, but the basis would definitely be based on him being involved in the Arena by too much.

Because, no matter who is operating the Arena, he is definitely not the top of the city, he might be one of the higher-level scions of the city, but not the top of the pyramid, if that is the case then the plan would be easy and even if it is not, it would be a little harder.

But that wouldn't stop his plan.

So, for the next few days, all Sam did is offend the rest of the Iron Level fighters and having match openly right in front of the Arena and the same audience are coming day after day. What surprised Sam is that he didn't even need to use the elemental energy once.

Except for the one time, he used Phantom step to start the feud, he didn't use a single elemental attack. All of them started thinking that he is a warrior and that include Fidi.

After a week, seven continuous easy wins later, Sam made a loud proclamation in the arena.

"I have beaten the shit of seven Iron-Level fighters and no one forced me to use the elemental energy. I want to ask, is there even a real fighter in the Iron-Level? Damn it, I am getting bored. I want to challenge all these guys in a single day.

A full day in the Arena, I will beat the crap out of all the remaining Iron-Level fighters, I hope our supervisor can take care of that."

Sam walked away as he left these words.

The audience was dumbfounded, but all of them burned in excitement. When Sam reached backstage, Fidi was panicking like crazy. He didn't think Sam would say something like that and make all the Iron-Level fighters his enemies.

"Are you out of your mind? Why would you say that? Do you think it is that easy to start a fight like that? With your current rank, you have to fight at least twenty-five more to beat all the Iron-Level fighters."

"It is just twenty-five. Please don't panic. Just go to your boss, tell him that I want to do that. After three days, when Arman has defeated the next three opponents and goes to the Bronze level, I will fight all the remaining.

Imagine what kind of show it would be? The Bonuses aside, don't you think you will be able to gain the attention of the top dogs of the city?

Just announce the fight and make the information of this flow all over the city. Invite the top dogs as special guests without any entry fee.

Do you know what kind of attention you will get?

Sir, if you want me to be brutally honest, I will tell you something. The Arena is not earning its full potential. There are no top dogs coming here and watching the fights because there is no excitement in the fights.

I will bring that excitement. Go and ask your boss and tell him to accept this and send invitations to the top dogs, if that doesn't follow the rules, buy the tickets to all of the top dogs from my money, I have been saving from the past five fights and I will pay from my personal pocket if you want.

Just trust me and I will show you what real revenue is. If this doesn't work, then I will never take any form of fight bonus for the rest of the Arena."

Sam said confidently and Fidi couldn't do anything but follow. Because deep down he wants to see what would happen.

There is no fighter who dared do that in Arena and the Arena existed for a long time.

He is a bit worried though. But still, he dared it and went to meet the boss.

When he met him and explained everything, the boss sat there in contemplation. He was thinking whether it would work or not.

"Are you sure, he wants to do that?"

"Yes. Not only that, I think we can invite all the Dukes and Nobility and if possible, the Imperial family to the fight."

"What did you say? The Dukes and Imperial family? Have you gone Mad?"

"No sir, think about it. You and your elder brother are both prospects for the future head of the family. But he was given a lot more privileges than you.

You knew that in your family, the young masters who sent to Arena are nothing but talent scouts to your family.

They are here to make money and at the same time train, the fighters in this competitive environment and finally your family will absorb them.

They never got a fair shot at the family head position and I think this guy who is crazy about battles is your ticket out of this situation.

All you have to do is, just be the talent scout and this guy is a great talent. From what I saw, he doesn't have any form of restrictions in terms of battle. We can use him as a whetstone for the rest of the fighters.

If he can pull this off, let us put our elites to these tests and make the Arena known to the rest of the nobles and the Imperial family. If we can do this, we can just sell some of them off to the other families for sufficient support.

Who doesn't need human elites as their subordinates?"

Turned out the boss is another young master. If Sam knew all this information, then the situation would turn out differently. A young master with a desire for power but no power, this is an ideal puppet to play with.

But it wouldn't be too late when he finally knew it.

"Let us do it." The young master went into deep thought before answering.

Fidi bowed down and said.

"Boss Rana. I assure you, this will definitely benefit you in your aspiration to become the Master Rana of the household and it wouldn't be long. You will definitely not regret it."

Fidi successfully portrayed Sam's idea as his and achieved what he wanted before leaving.

He came back to Sam's residence and agreed with it. For the next two days, the fights are already registered so, they could do this three days later, which is what Sam wanted.

At night, Sam and Arman went to the dining area where the Iron Level fighters take their night meals. All of them are looking at them threateningly and if not for the guards cum attendants that stayed there, they would have started a brawl.

But Sam's provocations are not helping the situation. He just kept on provoking them as if that is his life's motto.

The next morning, fidi came to him and gave him a warning.

"Don't go around provoking others, there are still three days for this to happen. You don't want to get wasted by them ganging up on you."

"Sir, you are being unfair here. Am I the only one who is provoking? With all the killing intent, you want me to stay silent. If it was outside, I would have killed every single one of them."

"Then what do you think is the solution for this?"

"How about this? We will have our meals with the staff in their dining room. You don't have to worry about your security and we can have a peaceful meal."

Fidi thought for a moment and agreed before he left.

He didn't notice the grin on Sam's face before he left though. Because Sam directly offended all these people just to achieve this. He wanted to enter the staff dining room.

Because the talks of the staff during a meal are more than just talks. They are a source of information and that way, Fidi doesn't know what he did. He just let the man who relies on the information to destroy his enemies go and stay for thirty minutes straight in one of the greatest information sources of the city.

For the next three days, Sam went to the staff dining room and heard a lot of things. If not for the fact that he didn't make small devices that could help him eavesdrop, he would have made some serious information collection.

He also realized how much he is relying on the shadow mice and decided to rectify these things, once he got out of this place.