Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer-Chapter 1705: Disturbance

"Three people already agreed?" Sam is a bit surprised. The team Brice assembled is really remarkable.

He kind of took a similar tactic to Sam.

Pick up, orphans. Even though he might not have done it with the same intention as Sam, Brice was friendly with these orphans and practically grew up with more than half of the team. He is directly responsible for training them since they were kids.

So, loyalty is something he expected by default.

"They might be playing tricks."

Sam said after some thought. He thought further and felt like it could be an obvious trick to fluster this guy and Brice.

"I thought the same at the first captain. But things don't seem as simple as that. I investigated the incident and it seems like the formation we have set up has been rigged. Someone messed with the energy flow of the formation."

"What?" Sam asked as he thought back to Brice's memories. He is surprised upon noticing what kind of formation it was.

"Only one person activated the formation and since it is a pre-constructed formation based on formation discs, how is it possible for the energy flow to be messed up? Only two people can do it, the one who inscribed the formation disc or the one who set up the formation using the disc."

Sam muttered to himself.

"Yes, captain. There is also another thing. The medicine you have taken before you went to meet Blaine. It shouldn't have been served to you at all. Even though it heals you, we received instructions from the camp healer that it shouldn't be given to you before you meet young master Blaine.

We were told that you would feel dazed, numb, and clumsy. But someone from our team gave it to you even after that warning."

Sam's frown got deeper. For some reason, he could feel a little hurt by this. It seems like he is being slightly affected by the emotions of the body's owner.

He thought for a moment and sighed.

"Honestly, I am too tired to deal with this right now. Just leave it as it is for now. We will deal with it after the court martial is over. And for now, I need to take some rest."

Sam sighed.

The subordinate looked at Sam in pity as he left.

After that guy left, Sam finally started looking at his temporary body seriously. The first thing he did is clean the urine off of his face.

And for that, he manipulated the energy to create water elemental energy.

The conversion process is a bit tedious and stressful on his body, but it wasn't that bad.

After washing his face, he finally laid down and processed his thoughts.

Honestly, he didn't want to be bothered with schemes and plots at this point. He has been working his ass off in Hell and in front of that intense physical and mental torture, all of this seemed to be child's play.

He has no interest in dealing with this stupid scheme and stuff. He is currently bothered by only two things, the way to utilize his skill to get out of this mess and Blaine.

Sam is pissed at the fact that the asshole poured piss on his face.

No matter how much he consoled himself that it was aimed at Brice, he wasn't able to control his urge to beat the crap out of that guy. But he has to because it will be much easier for him if he is calm and peaceful instead of doing something as stupid as creating a conflict with this guy.

All he has to do is go to that area and occupy it. He doesn't even have to really hold the territory for long, as long as the other players are not able to invade the territory for a while, it will be his win.

So, he closed his eyes and meditated as he tried to figure out how the energy circulation in this body works.

After an hour or so, he finally understood how and has a basic understanding of it.

Afterward, he then started examining the most important thing. The weaving skill. It could be said that Sam knows a bit about weaving. But he is nowhere near as skilled a Brice. After going through the memories and trusting the muscle memory of the body, he took out the loom and set it up.

He took out some silk that was in Brice's storage before he started weaving. For the first hour, he couldn't do anything. He constantly got stuck and the loom was jammed again and again. He could only fix and retry.

After another hour of struggle, he finally managed to get a gist of how to work with it and became half decent at weaving a fabric.

Of course, most of it is still thanks to the muscle memory of the body and the memories of the body's owner.

He kept on practicing but this time, he started injecting spiritual energy into each thread while weaving. This is the only thing Sam was able to do without any hiccups. It is thanks to his precise control that he practiced over years with so much effort.

And to his surprise, weaving actually became easier as he was able to accurately control the silk threads when they are enveloped with energy.

He slowly started weaving the fabric and by evening he finally entered a zone. He just kept on weaving while his energy enveloped every single thread of the fabric. He is absorbing energy from the surroundings and put it into threads as he kept on weaving a very large fabric.

The energy in the threads stayed intact just like that. It didn't disperse and it didn't fall apart. It stayed just like that as if the fabric is fully made of energy.

As Sam thought to this point, he suddenly got a very interesting idea. An idea that never crossed his mind. The researcher inside his head started screaming. He wanted to test something out immediately.

But at this moment, someone barged in. His concentration was gone. The fabric that he made with so much effort exploded into a bunch of small threads because of the energy disturbance. Sam angrily looked at the person who came in.

"Get the fuck out of here." Sam didn't even hold back as screamed.

"What the fuck? Did you dare to scream at me like this? You fucking cripple?"

Sam looked at the blonde young man. The young man is much younger than Brice and Blaine. Everything about him, his hair, clothes, body language, everything is screaming only one word, 'COCKY'.

He is fucking arrogant.

And on top of it all, there is one more thing that made him act this way. This guy is Blaine's lackey. The closest lackey and he always wanted to take down Brice.

Sam would have normally let this go since he already decided to stay put and didn't want to make a mess. But disturbing him while he is on verge of doing something that fascinated him, there is no way, he could take it.

Fuck the competition, fuck the gods, the epiphany he had at that moment, that one moment is not going to come back. Even after he figures out what he thought of, later on, this moment is gone and nothing in this world will be able to outweigh that.

Looking at Sam's silence this cocky guy mistook it for silence.

"What the fuck are you doing? Do you think that just because the trial got delayed a bit, you are safe? Do you really think you are back to being the young master of the clan? You are nothing but an entitled cripple at the moment.

So suck it up and start moving."

Sam didn't budge. He just held the loom and tried to get that feeling back.

He didn't want to lose that feeling that easily. He knew he is going to figure out something. A new innovation. A new skill. A new door that could lead to possibilities that he wants to explore very much. He doesn't want to lose all of that just like that.

He tried, but it didn't work. All of that work was for naught. He looked at the young man in front of him.

Cocky-guy already made his way towards Sam and dragged him by his arm.

"I told you to get the fuck out of here. You better make your way towards the main tent. You are being court-martialled and this is a fucking order."

As he spoke, a bunch of people already surrounded Sam.

They are all Astral Plane Consummate cultivators. Some of them are in the peak stage and some of them are late stage.

Sam controlled his urge to go berserk and started using his hands to move forward. The whole group that is currently Blaine's lackeys are all sneering at his actions.

Sam had a frown on his face as he moved forward. He is just getting pissed more and more. What he doesn't know is, things are just getting started.