Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

Sam kept on drinking and whenever a fainted person woke up, they huddled together with the lesser head.

The elder that woke up after some time, tried to attack Sam again and in the process lost eight of his teeth and his mace was broken. The spiked head was separated from the rest of the handle.

The Lesser head who called for reinforcements hopefully and anxiously looked at the sky, but meanwhile, the people gathered and everyone watched it in anticipation.

This made Sam feel a bit confused. So, he called one of the citizens and asked.

"I thought you guys would be feeling angry at me, but it doesn't seem like it. All of you guys seemed to be enjoying the show. What is going on?"

The citizen looked at the lesser head who is also staring back at him.

"I am sorry Sir. You are an outsider, you wouldn't stay here for long, but I need to stay here for my whole life. I hope you understand."

Sam looked at him closely and said.

"You can go then."

He got a fair idea of what is wrong, but he didn't care too much. He was just barely curious.

As he was about to drop the idea, the assistant chef from the restaurant came out of the kitchen and walked towards Sam with a dish, and spoke slowly.

"Sir, this is the dish I created recently, would you please taste it?"

Sam took a bit and he was actually impressed.

"It is nice. That spicy feeling is incredible. It is raising appetite."

"Then, would hire me? I would be your traveling chef. I can cook all kinds of dishes and I can even maintain their elemental energies inside the food without affecting them too much."

"It seems like your restaurant is doing great. Why would you want to leave like this? And the chef doesn't mind?"

"No, he doesn't. As for leaving this place, I believe any other place will be better than this. Particularly this part of the city under the Mace sect's control, the other areas under different sects have a proper life we don't."

"If your chef doesn't mind, then it is okay."

As they were speaking massive beasts that are flying in the sky made their way towards the restaurant. The assistant chef looked at the beasts and felt a little nervous. Looking at his expression Sam asked.

"Who are they?"

"Some of them are elders from the Mace sect, the rest of them are the lesser heads from the other sects in the realm. They are all Astral Plane Pre-transcendence cultivators, of course at the Initial stage."

"Other sects? Why are they getting involved?"

"I don't know, nobody knows, except for the Lesser head of Mace sect. Every other lesser head just follows his lead. It can be said that once they inherit their titles, the Mace sect will rule the whole realm."

Sam looked up and yelled.

"I have no enmity with other sects, it is best if you don't get involved."

"We have no choice, we cannot let a outsiders insult our rules like this."

"Have it your way then."

With that, Sam kicked up the mace head that was near him and swung the baseball bat at it.

The Spike mace head was hit like a ball cutting through the air and hit the eagle-like beast in the forefront of the entourage that came.

*CRRARRGGHH*

The beast crowed as it crashed into the ground along with its master and the rest of the people landed hurriedly to check on their companion.

Sam ran towards the group with his bat. A massive fireball was shot at him, which he hit with the bat as if he is really playing the game.

Followed by that, he treated every ranged attack like a ball as the energy-filled bat was swung at them carelessly.

Soon, Sam is already in the middle of the group and he hit them like a street thug. The metallic bat gave out the clinking sound as it hit the skulls and the bones of the opponents.

Sam is getting more and more excited with each swing as he smashed one opponent after another. After a while he completely stopped defending and let them attack him as he liked, there was little damage they could do as they felt the smashing force of the metal bat which is mostly making contact with their head and particularly their face.

After fifteen minutes of bashing, everyone laid down on the ground either unconscious or immobile as they bled through their heads.

Sam felt like he blew out a lot of steam and woke all the lesser heads up.

"I am giving you guys the same opportunity as the first guy, call for someone who can take you out of here. Or someone who can bring me the chicken stew and I will let you go."

The lesser heads immediately picked up their communication devices and called for help.

An hour passed before Sam saw some more flying beasts coming towards them. But by now, the whole city seemed to have arrived at the spot as they looked at the scene from the surrounding rooftops.

The news already spread rapidly and the elders that came on the beasts didn't make a move, neither did they ask Sam what he is doing here and why he is doing it, they are waiting for someone.

Soon, an old man with a large build and a large beard that reached his chest came on a falcon-type beast with a blunt mace on his shoulder.

He landed down and walked towards the restaurant before he gave a sweeping glance to the lesser head and all the unconscious and conscious victims of Sam's bashing before saying.

"I am the head of the Mace sect. Why are you doing all this?"

"Whatever you heard, how unbelievable it might sound to you, is true. I am just here for a bowl of chicken stew and then a possible appointment with you. But some of your lapdogs spat in my food and that is the last bowl of the stew. So, I am telling you, neither me nor these lapdogs and their supposed masters wouldn't leave this place until I have my bowl of stew."

"Is it really necessary to make such a commotion and damage for a bowl of stew?"

"Yes, it is necessary for me."

"I am sure that our side started this, but this is getting out of hand. We will apologize and give your money back, let them go."

"I don't care about that money. I need the stew."

"You are acting like a child."

"It is not good to propose judgments on others, you looked like a conceited barbarian savage when you came down, you don't hear me passing judgments on you, do you?"

The whole place suddenly turned quiet and the old man is completely surrounded by a raging aura.

"You shouldn't let your tongue slip so much young man. You might die."

Sam just chugged some wine and stood up as he met the old man face to face.

"I don't think so."

The old man moved his shoulder and the blunt mace was swung towards Sam which he blocked with the bat.

Both of them took a step back and swung their weapons with full force.

*DONG*

It was like a bronze bell as both metallic objects clashed with full force and the aftershock made the debris clear away from the surroundings.

Both of them took a step back from the recoil and once again moved forward as they swung their weapons.

A baseball bat and a blunt mace, the weapon which was a good choice for modern-day street thugs and another weapon that has some historical significance in some nations' history of modern earth. Both clashed in a completely different world.

As the fight got intense they managed to land some hits on each other.

But soon realized that they couldn't win if they acted like this and both of them decided to change the way they fought almost at the same time and the first one to do that was actually the old man.

As the bat and the mace clashed he used the recoil and made a three hundred sixty degree spin and swung that mace at Sam.

The Mace was about to hit Sam's arm, but he raised which made the old man smirk as now it would hit Sam's ribs.

But as soon as the mace touched Sam, he felt stunned, because there was no recoil to him from the hit and before he knew it, Sam is moving along the same path as the mace freely as he if he was part of it. He negated most of the force of the hit by doing this and stayed there.

Sam held the handle of the mace tightly as he pulled himself towards the old man and smashed the bat on his left ear.

The old man fell down on one knee as he lost his balance and groaned in pain. But he held the mace in his hands and wanted to stand up.

Sam raised the bat to deal the blow, but he sensed something from the rear and swung the bat there, a large ice lance was destroyed by the bat and he saw the elders who were silent running towards him.

Sam smiled and turned around swiftly as he swung the bat. It clashed with the mace of the old man who already stood up and tried to take a shot at Sam from the rear.

"This is going to be a lot of fun."