Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

On the fourth day.

Saint walked around the lab with a bunch of documents in his hands. He has been looking through them for a while. But there is no use.

There are no results that could be useful. They tried to match the properties of the mutated tree with all kinds of other trees they knew of, but none of them are matching.

They even checked the seed based on its size, shape and other properties. But they couldn't find a single tree in their books that could match with this.

After all, no matter how big and powerful an organization is they don't have a network as vast as Sam. He can literally find two species of people that have never heard of each other and don't know of each other's existence.

As for the plants and herbs, he could say he literally changed some ecosystems by bringing in new species of flora to it.

So, his organization has a much large database and inventory of the herbs and fruits. The mutation has been artificially done in the labs of dusk organization. He is pretty sure that as long as these people don't know about three different type of trees that grow in three different corners of these vast realms, then there is no way they could ever find a cure for it.

Maybe, they could if they have time to grow this tree out and experiment on people slowly. But the one thing Saint cannot have at this moment is time.

That day he felt like that death has been staring it him from afar. Stalking him like a predator eyeing a prey.

He couldn't shake of that feeling no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to get rid of it, but it has been way too difficult for him to even avoiding those thoughts.

He cannot drown himself in work because he is useless and on top of that, his physical condition is deteriorating. Breathing is becoming a tedious task.

There are certain points where he wanted to take a nap and never wake up from it.

And on fifth day, he was trying to pull off some last straws. He started using different kinds of existing antidotes and mixed them up to see if they will work on the poison in the subordinates' body.

But it didn't do anything at all. In fact, some of them even became worse.

On sixth day, he finally lost all the hope. He started destroying everything in his surroundings. He destroyed two labs and half of his estate was crumbled.

Many of his attendants were either severely injured or dead. He even went as far as thinking of ways to escape, but then he realized what kind of person his boss truly is and abandoned the idea instantly.

He knew there is no escape for him.

On the seventh day, Muscle finally revisited.

"What happened? What did you do until now? Why are my subordinates unwell? It seems like your reputation is all that, just some stupid underserving reputation."

"I can't cure them."

"What did you say?"

"I can't cure them, because I am useless at this point. I lost my elemental energy usage. My body is deteriorating from inside. All of my muscles are rotting away and my meridians are being clogged as we speak.

I am useless now.

Just kill me and be done with it."

"What? Why would I need to do that. I will report this matter to the Mountain Master and he will take care of this." Muscle said in a surprised tone.

He was expecting this guy to break. But Saint seemed to have completely lost all hope. He wants saint to be done for, but not to this extent.

He expected some more resistance from him. The Saint should deny all of this and still put on a front, then Muscle would have used the Mountain master to deal with this.

But now that Saint himself has given up, there is not much he can do.

He cannot have a clean revenge now.

"If you want to tell him. Go tell him. I have no hope left anyway. I am going to die. So, whether you kill me or tell the boss, doesn't make much difference to me."

With that, Muscle reluctantly left along with his subordinates.

On his way, he did his best to popularize the situation of Saint and let everyone know.

After that, he sent a message to the Divine formation mountain so that they will take care of Saint before he went back to his own place.

There Sam gave the antidote and even treated the side effects that came from the wrong treatment of the Saint.

"So how did your plan go?"

"I think it went well. But it went too well that Saint broke down."

"That's too bad. I would have enjoyed if he had put up more resistance."

Sam said as he finished treating the last subordinate.

"Anyway, the offer stays the same. If you don't get me what I want, then you can forget about asking me for help."

"I didn't even get a chance to visit the Divine formation mountain. How do you expect me to get anything?

Anyway, I might not need your help at all."

"Don't be so sure of it."

As they were speaking one of the subordinates who just left came back running in a hurry.

"What happened?"

"A young master came from the Divine formation mountain. He came here to see you."

Muscle was shocked. He looked at Sam before he ran out of the room and went to the main hall.

Brother Black is standing there with his hands crossed as he looked around.

Muscle knelt before him on one knee as he asked.

"Divine formation mountain's subordinate reporting to young master."

"I heard you went to look for Saint. And you even sent a report. Brother Gold went there to take a look, but I also want to hear what the situation is from your mouth.

So, explain everything in detail since the start."

"Young master. I just went to Saint because of the poison that was consumed by my subordinates accidentally. At first I went to all kinds of healers around since I don't like Saint, but after they all gave up, I can only visit him.

Since we have our own enmity of sorts, I knew he wouldn't be too keen on treating them, so I used the tokens I accumulated over time to force him to treat them.

But after the week I realized a few things.

Apparently, Saint has been attacked by a group of four a few days ago and he was also defeated in a healing battle on top of receiving an injury.

The injury was so serious that Saint lost his elemental ability usage and he said with his own words that his body is rotting from inside.

And confirming to this, one of the healers that I visited before managed to concoct a cure for the poison. It turned to be not so difficult.

So, I believed it when Saint couldn't heal my subordinates after a taking a week.

As soon as I learned about this, I sent a letter to the Divine formation mountain."

"Hmm, all of that adds up. But there are a few questions that I want to ask you."

"Please, young master."

"From what we know about the four people that attacked the Saint, the main person happened to be a great healer.

And then we got a report saying that Smith was also attacked by four people. Even though we are not sure that they are the same four people, the mechanisms used were very intricate.

Brother Silver is there as we speak. But just from the description we received it is not that easy to make.

And finally, we heard that there are four more individuals that came to your arena.

Four strong fighters who swept through your opponents. One of them used metal elemental energy, another used wind and cards, someone used cards and the last one used something no one knows.

I heard that they even beat the crap out of your special subordinates and you have had a private meeting with them.

From all three incidents we can narrow down the group of four to a certain group which is currently hostile to use three brothers.

So, I want you to be completely honest with me.

Where did that four people go? What did you learn about them?"

"I learned that the person in charge of the four can use multiple elements and all four of them are friends. They didn't come individually as they claimed.

I offered them to join my team just like usual and they rejected me straight to my face.

That is all that happened. There is nothing else that I could tell you."

"Is that really all?"

"Yes, young master."

"I hope you are not colluding with that guy just to take revenge on your fellow subordinates. I agree that they have been suppressing you, but that doesn't give you a right to collaborate with those people that came."