Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

Sam observed the state of Sky for sometime before sitting down in contemplation. He observed that the bloodline of the Sky sovereign rock, even though small in quantity it is high in quality. He really didn't want to let the beast die in front of him. The bloodline is the most important thing that is fighting against the fire poison.

After some contemplation, Sam looked towards the boy and bird duo. "What about these guys?"

[Well, Watt is a kid from the slums. His parents are dead when he was an infant and he grew up with a neighbour who took him in. A few years ago, he stumbled up on Falck who is badly injured. He saved him and both of them became friends. I don't know how he does it, but he and Falck communicate quite well. He can understand whatever Falck is saying. He wrote the letter with the help of Falck only.]

Sam walked to him closely and said. "Thanks." Watt just nodded and he is still looking towards the floor. He seemed to be quite timid and shy and Sam's aura is not helping the situation at all.

"How old are you?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Fi-fifteen." Sam immediately got surprised when he heard the answer. This guy didn't get to the later stages of initiation even after one year of awakening. He took Watt's hand into his hand and infused his spiritual energy. He got a clear view of the situation in his body. He seemed to be weak and malnourished. If not for his awakening and this one year of development, he might have been even more lean and weak. His spiritual core doesn't have any problems as he previously thought.

After some thinking on why he wasn't able to cultivate, Sam asked. "Don't you know a cultivation technique?" Even he felt a little ridicule towards his question. After all, even in the rural place like Lava rock village has one or two cultivation techniques for common public, let alone a Count city like Falcon Cliff city. But the answer gave him a surprise.

"N-no. Slum p-people are not a-allowed."

When Sam heard it, he has a new understanding towards this world, that is, it is similar to the modern earth in more ways than he thought. In both worlds, slums are always abandoned unless they have any material value.

"You are a wind elemental mage. Do you know that?" Sam asked as he sized the other party up. He really felt pity for this boy who is almost same age as him. But it was only pity, nothing much. The boy shook his head.

Then a painful growl was heard from behind and Sam turned around only to see Sky waking up and opening his eyes, his expression full of pain. When he finally opened his eyes, Yanwu introduced.

"Sky, this is Sam. The one who made a contract with me." Sky nodded his giant bird head. His brownish black feathers lost all the vigour are almost like the dead ones. Falck and Watt looked at Sky in a fearful manner.

Sam walked towards the Roc and said. "Your body's condition is not good at all. Your cultivation level will be kept on reducing and you will eventually die. Even though, I can divert your energy outside, I can't absorb all of it, even if I tried. Because, me and Yanwu are linked, the burden will be less, but we will take sometime to digest the energy and this will increase the risk of you dying due to the constant fluctuations of fire poison."

Sky looked down in a dejected way. Sam is the last hope for him, because others can't even take on the fire poison even if they recognise it or their cultivation is far higher, because of the weird blood line nature of the Bifang, an equally powerful and quality bloodline is required to refine it. He already lost his hope when he fled to this place, but his hopes reignited when he saw Yanwu and heard about Sam, now the hopes seemed to be in vain.

Just as the dejection was about to turn into depression and despair, he heard Sam speaking again.

"I have another idea, which might work. But I want your consent, it might be a little painful for you."

Sky looked at Sam again, this time he is hearing with full concentration and was hoping he would hear good news.

"If I take your energy bit by bit, you will have some problem with the fluctuations, So I will try and take as much energy as I can and stay here is seclusion, until I reach the peak of the Acolyte, that is my limit, as I cannot breakthrough directly. After that, your cultivation level would be dropped by a lot and the fire poison which is already depleted by time will also reduce its effect. Then I will use my spiritual core as conversion point to change the nature of the fire spiritual energy into light spiritual energy to heal you. In this process where your organs healing and attacked by the fire energy at same time is extremely painful. That is the reason I am asking for your consent. Trust me, the pain will be much worse than a swift death, I hope you think it through." Sam stood up and said to Yanwu.

"You stay here and take care of him. Don't absorb anymore energy. The fluctuations are making it worse for him. I will be back tomorrow after settling somethings over." Yanwu nodded his head.

Sam then turned over to Watt and asked. How did you come here?" The latter timidly showed a direction. Sam gestured him to lead the way and both of them started walking with Falck following them in the air.

"Do you have any relatives?" Sam asked while walking. Watt just shook his head.

"The neighbour who took you in?"

"She died recently."

"Oh." Sam didn't talk anything else and they finally came out of the woods and entered the slums of the city. The funny thing is that the slums are at the North-eastern corner of the city. Connecting the two most prosperous areas. Sam chuckled at the thought. Suddenly a shrill cry came as Falck fell down. When both of them saw it, there was an arrow pierced into its stomach. Sam wasn't able to sense it because, he didn't feel any ill intent towards him. Watt immediately ran towards it and knelt before the bird. He just shivered all over and didn't know what to do to help his friend. Sam heard some footsteps, then a group of kids of same age as him can be seen running towards them. The boy in the lead has a bow in his hand. He walked towards Falck and kicked Watt away and said.

"This is my hunt. Get your filthy hands away." The boy is late stages of initiation. Even though from his appearance, he seemed to be from slums, he at least fit with body. Watt stood up hurriedly and blocked the way for the group. The group has four people and the three are the lackeys of the guy with bow.

"No, please. He is my friend. Please, leave him alone." Watt spoke a full sentence loudly for the first time. Then he looked at Sam, as if he was pleading for his help. Sam just stood there and didn't say anything nor showed any movement. The boy with the bow noticed Sam and seeing that the other party is neatly dressed and might be stronger than them, he immediately said.

"You don't do anything funny. My brother is a member in Eastern gang. If you do anything to me, he will kill you." He looked at Sam cautiously. Seeing that Sam didn't have any reaction, he turned towards Watt, who is blocking their way. The four of them started kicking and hitting him. But Watt tried his best to stay still without letting them near Falck. But after some good beating, his legs gave in and he collapsed to the ground. The lackeys were about drag him out of the way, when he suddenly caught one of them with remaining strength and bit the other party's neck. The teeth dug deep and when he pulled out a chunk of meat was pulled out of the other party's body. Both of them collapsed. One with his expression tired and ferocious and blood sprayed all over his face and other face full of pain and lifeless expression. He killed the other party.

The remaining group became terrified at the scene and they took a step back. After a moment, they came out of daze and looked at Watt, who is completely tired and exhausted. The leader of the group immediately aimed an arrow at Watt and just before he released it, a fire ball exploded at his feet, when he saw in the direction it came, he saw Sam aiming at his hand with a smile.

"You guys better go, before I aim right at your heads." Sam said in a cold voice. The three of them immediately got scared and left the scene, even leaving their dead friend there. Sam walked towards Falck and removed the arrow and healed the wound. Then he walked towards Watt, who is almost unconscious and made him sit forcefully. Then he started to heal the latter and asked.

"you feel unfair, don't you?" The latter nodded.

"you feel helpless, don't you?" nodded again.

"you feel angry, don't you?" again nodded.

"you want to punch my face for not helping you, don't you?" Watt nodded.

"That is how life is. You better understand that. Nobody, will f.u.c.k.i.n.g care, if you feel unfair, helpless or angry, because it is none of their f.u.c.k.i.n.g business how you feel. If it wasn't for the fact, you tried to fight back in the last second, I wouldn't even care about healing your sorry ass.

Everyone in the world is like that. If you need help, you have to ask and pay a price for that. Nobody, will come and help you after they saw your pitiful and pleading looks. You are the only one who can help you without paying any price. So, stop looking for pity and grow some balls and learn how to save your ass yourself, understand?" Sam looked straight in his eyes and said word by word. Then he stood up and said. "You better think it over. This is the first and last time I am doing you this free service. Next time, you have to pay a price and that too you have to ask before." He said and left to his house without turning back.

Watt, just sat there as he mulled over what Sam said. The words are still repeating themselves in his head. He thought of all the fifteen years he lived in this world. What Sam said is true. He was the only one remained for himself to take care of. At most Falck will help him, that's it. He has no one and no one will take care of him. He has to ask for help, if he need it and he has to pay a price for the help he received.

He doesn't care have to care about what others view him as. He doesn't have to wait for the help that will come to him on its own. He can't ask for pity, because he is weak. He looked at the dead body and touched his lips full of blood. His heart became cold and resolute.

'I have to help myself to live and if I can't, I have to pay a price and ask for help.' He thought and looked at the direction where Sam left. He resolutely stood up and along with Falck walked back into the woods.

Sam thought about Watt while he walked back to his mansion. He enjoyed the night view as he walked towards the eastern region of the city. He said those words to Watt, because he was like that before. In his previous life, when he was still a little kid far younger than Watt, he learnt this lesson in much harsher way than him. That is the day, that changed his life. That is the day he gave himself the same advice he gave to Watt today.

Soon, he came to the Mansion and what awaited him made his mood gloomier.