Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

These bird puppets are similar to the ones distributed to the rest of the people.

However, these are of higher hardware, quality and configurations. They are made to build and repair other things. The moment the turret was destroyed, the birds flew there and started repair it at a visible pace.

Within three seconds the turret was reinstalled.

As for the self-regeneration of the equipment? It still works, but it is way too slow to use in such a heated moment.

The attacks resumed and the cavalry was bombarded. When one of the centaurs hit the bird puppets out of frustration, the puppets' bodies collapsed and a small rock was launched out of those collapsed bodies.

It had a homing function and it was locked on the attacker who did it.

At that moment, it destroyed itself with an explosion similar to the destabilization of a Divine Plane cultivator's whole Divine Plane energy.

*BOOM*

Of course, the target of those small rockets is obvious for anyone. The centaurs.

The outer dome of the formation started fluctuating soon. The laser beams are not stopping. All aimed at the centaurs, the intruders that dared to take the live of the Hub's employee.

The people outside who had their eyes fixed on the blurry dome started having a faint inkling of what is happening inside. They could feel the explosion from every direction.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Several turrets were destroyed. Several guns were broken. Even a couple of spheres hovering the sky were also taken down. But right now Centaurs became frail.

The attacks was almost over. Icarus finally stepped out of his room. All the centaurs are sprawled on the ground. He walked to the nearest one and checked their breath. They are about to die. He wanted to end their agony with a single move and they will be severed from any relationship they had with the hub.

"No, don't kill them. Why do you think the hub stopped attacking?"

All of a sudden, Philip's words were heard through the wrist band.

Icarus was surprised, but he nodded. "Can you sedate them?"

He asked the Hub. He was unsure if it would work, but the Hub replied through a text in his wrist band.

Soon, the sedation was done. Dozens of Centaurs were confined in Divine Dimension fragments without their will and were brought into the Hub.

The dome formation was disabled. The bird puppets moved around and started repairing the path, garden and the walls.

Soon, the hub looked like it was never even attacked.

Christos who was watching this was stunned.

He gulped nervously as he tried to use his mental link to contact the Cavalry, but he wasn't able to. The connection disappeared.

Icarus started receiving many messages from different academies. Students, instructors, elders and even the Deans messaged him. All of them were asking what happened to the Hub. They are asking why there was a sudden attack and they even offered to help.

Offer to help after the deed was done.

Icarus knew what they were doing. They were doing damage control. If they want to keep the connection with the Hub with genuine intentions, they should have come to their rescue.

But they didn't.

They were sitting on fence and wanted to see how the hub will fend for itself. If the Hub goes down to serious peril, then they will weigh the pros and cons before making the decision to help or not. Everything is calculative.

Icarus didn't respond to any of them.

He just observed the restoration of the hub. After the repair was done, the only notable change in the hub is the energy level. Even that is not exactly a considerable loss. From the calculations, it could be recovered within the next few days easily.

The puppets and weapons, of course were destroyed, but they weren't really that significant in value.

Everyone went back to their own place and they all are waiting for the reaction of Hub. They are also waiting for it to open to see how Icarus will act.

But even before it opened they got the response they were expecting.

"The attackers were captured and they are going to be interrogated by the Hub. The whole interrogation process will be recorded and if proven futile their memories will be extracted and made into a video through the simulator.

All the evidence will be shared to everyone and appropriate measures will be taken according to that."

That was the response.

Christos' heart felt cold. A lot of people knew about the Cavalry and just from a glance almost any notable figure within the Olympian region, can easily understand who was behind the attack.

So, Christos is not exactly afraid of his name coming out.

In fact, he even threatened Joker 'directly' in the simulation room. Warning him about it. So, he was expecting his name to be out. Of course, he also felt that the Hub would sustain some serious damage and Icarus would die.

Then Joker will come out and ask Christos about this. At least in that way he can have contact with Joker.

That is what he thought.

But to his surprise, not only did Hub appear unscathed. The cavalry was done in before it could step foot inside the building and Icarus didn't reveal his name.

This angle scared him. Since the other party decided to hide it, that could only mean that something worse than what he expected is going to hit him.

He could only wait for it.

Meanwhile, back in the corner of the Thalassa territory. The Debauch young master of Thalassa is watching the city from his balcony. His legs are shaking and his silk robe is drenched in sweat.

The city that looked vibrant and lively is now looking a lot like an abandoned ruin.

The streets were deserted and the city is surrounded by beasts from all sides. Just like the scout captain predicted, the pack of Yena made the whole forest move. The beasts couldn't take it anymore and ran for their lives.

And to their dismay many of those beasts are infected. Only then did people realize that the disease that was given by these Yena can be transmitted through physical contact. This made the whole situation worse.

The soldiers that went to fight these beasts all got infected and brought the disease back into the city. And then another realization dawned on them. The cultivators and mostly humans are extremely weak and strong against this disease at the same time.

It is indeed a weird concept.

But here is how it worked.

The cultivators are weak in a sense that the symptoms are working way harsher on them than on the beasts.

The loss of hair, loss of strength in bone and muscle, etc.

But they are not dying like the beasts did. For some reason, their immunity system albeit unable to deal with the symptoms worked great in keeping them alive.

However, that wasn't a good news for a lot of them. Because they were left vulnerable. Many people that ran like tyrants in this city are now bedridden. Since the young master who ruled the city the city is such an incompetent man, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say, it is one of the most corrupt places there is.

And that corruption of course led to a lot of oppression towards the weak in the society.

So, now that the strong are vulnerable, the weak bared their fangs.

Assassinations, robberies, raping, looting. The crimes increased overnight. And among all of these activities, there is one common point in most.

A disposable weapon.

A handgun.

Even Sam didn't think such a coincidence would occur. Just like many other Thalassa territories, handguns are being sold in this city as well.

However, the business wasn't that good because the class difference between the oppressors and oppressed is way too high. The only business that happened here is from the outsiders.

But this sudden change brought a shift to that. The only the people who sold realized the reason behind the previous lack of sales.

The power difference between the strong and weak, made the weak so afraid to even fight back. They just couldn't even bring themselves to fight as they became way too worried about possible retaliation with increased force.

But now that the other parties weakened, the weaker ones bought guns like crazy. Ninety percent of the new found crimes in the city involved guns.

The young master and the scout captain couldn't care less about this. They don't care about the lives in a general sense, but right now they could have used those forces.

In fact, they did have the mind to convince these sick and vulnerable to launch suicide attacks on the beast tide.

That was their main concern and now they are dying like flies. They went on to search for the person who was selling the guns after learning about their usage.