Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

"How can Mountain master doesn't know about it? They must have already reported you guys."

"Like hell, they would. Do you really think, everyone is as righteous as you? They are scared shitless that they will be tortured by your master if he knows that they are defeated like this."

Saint is already hard-pressed to find them because his defeat was public. I not only defeated him in a healer competition, but I also managed to kick his ass with a small parlor trick of mine.

The word must have already spread here. He might even be shaking in his legs as we speak. He won't be able to hide it for long.

And he is currently useless at this point since he cannot heal at all. He is just an overgrown brat at this point. He might be planning his escape at this point.

Which he also should have realized is impossible at this point of time."

Muscle frowned. He didn't like Saint one bit. In fact, he might be happy if Saint died right now. Because he fought Saint countless times and kicked his ass. He worked like a mule for the sake of the organization.

But he is always underappreciated. On top of that, Saint, who has this reputation of being saintly is secretely an asshole.

His true nature was never revealed, but he is the one Muscle hate's the most as he is always righteous. On the other hand, Saint is an asshole, grumpy, greedy and every other word that could be of similar meaning.

He is a deceptive person who makes everyone believe that he is something that he is actually not.

And for a person like that to be ranked higher than him and valued higher than him, praised higher than him is something he cannot swallow.

He has been a mule for the Mountain master for so long.

He never complained about the work he had to. He never complained about the tasks he has to accomplish. He has always delivered whenever he has to. But this made them take him for granted.

He could never blame the Mountain master for this though, so he blamed the rest of the candidates that deemed themselves as more useful than him. He wanted to get back at them. He couldn't find a chance until now though.

But now he got a chance.

He couldn't get a better chance than this. Particularly when it comes to Saint.

All he has to do is let the truth spread as far and wide as he can and make it so that people from different places know about this.

This will hit Saint where it hurts the most.

There is nothing that works better than losing a reputation to a person like Saint.

His obsession is way too high and his position is heavily linked with his reputation.

"You told me this to help me out?"

Muscle asked Sam.

"Not really. I told you this to help myself."

"What goal do you have that you need this kind of help?"

"You will know soon enough. Anyway, according to our deal, you can't kill me and you have to protect me and my friends.

I will take full advantage of this situation and throw some random facts that will tempt you. Whether you act on it or not, is completely up to you.

But from now on, you will get as many opportunities as you want to screw over your peers and I will sit back and watch if you are going to take advantage of that."

With those words, Sam paused and asked.

"Who is arranging our accommodations? It would be great if it is a bit more comfortable. We have been through too many forests these days, I am craving a nap in a soft bed."

Muscle shook his head and sighed before he gestured to one of his attendants to deal with the accommodation situation.

Sam and the trio left.

Muscle looked at his subordinates and asked.

"It seems like you all got something to say? Why are you hesitating? Just speak your mind."

"Are you sure this is a good idea? If what he said is the truth and he really is an enemy to the three young masters, things might just blow way out of proportion. We are going to be in big trouble if things go sideways.

In fact, if his presence here is known all of your peers will come running to take him and his friends down. Even if it is just to kiss the ass of the three young masters.

I don't think it is good for us to stay in the middle of all of this."

"Well, you have a point. So the first precautionary measure to not let shit go sideways is to make sure this news doesn't leave this room.

We are going to keep his and his friends' existence a complete secret.

And after that, I need your advice on dealing with Saint.

Do you think we should take advantage of this situation and drown him? Particularly if we inform his situation to the Mountain Master directly, things will really tilt in our favor."

"But is the risk worth the reward? If what he is saying ends up being false, we will be in deep trouble.

Even if it is true, we might be suspected of accurately knowing what is going on with Saint. How are you going to prevent that?"

"I have a plan for that…."

Muscle started explaining all the details of your plan and the subordinates felt shocked.

"Isn't it too risky?"

"That much risk is bearable. We need to do that. Anyway, since Sam is with us at the moment, let's take full advantage of this situation."

"But how are we going to deal with him after that?"

"We will see what we can do when it is needed. Currently, everything is perfectly good. We can't lose the chance."

"If you say so. You are the boss. But I am worried if it will bite us in the back."

Muscle didn't reply and they proceeded with the plan.

He immediately left the room and went to meet Sam.

"This is faster than I expected. You are not as indecisive as people said."

"You are expecting me?"

"Of course, it is hard not to. Anyway, tell me what do you want?"

"I need some help with the plan I am about to execute. I want my subordinates to enter a semi-ill state. They should appear injured or sick but they shouldn't suffer any real harm. But Saint shouldn't be able to discover this.

It would be better if it appears like something he could cure, but only he could cure instead of his subordinates."

"So, you are trying to make Saint rat himself out by making sure that he cannot cure your subordinates, even though he should have been easily able to. You are using that as evidence to rat him out and make him fall out of your Mountain master's favor.

Not bad."

"That's basically it. Do you have something like that?"

"Yes, I do. What do I get in return though?"

"What do you want?"

"How about some information?"

"About what?"

"I want to know if my enemy, the person that was taken away by your three young masters is doing okay. I need him to be in full health when I cut his neck off.

He must be severely injured because of the small gift I left behind. I want to know how far the recovery process has gotten."

"That is impossible. There is no way, the young masters are going to reveal that information to me."

"Well, figure out a way. I will pay you upfront anyway. Even if you don't do it, nothing much is going to happen to you in this plan. But for the next plan, you might not get my full cooperation."

"What makes you think that there is going to be the next plan?"

"If there is a first, there is going to be a second. It is the nature of things."

"Well, your understanding of things around here is not sound yet. So, don't be surprised, if you turned out to be wrong. Anyway, I will try my best to get what you asked for. But I can't make any promises."

"Alright."

After that, Sam took out something from his storage and gave it to Muscle.

"Use this and you will get what you need."

Muscle thanked him once again and left the room.

After a couple of hours, the muscle used a secret space gate formation in his estate along with a few of his subordinates and left the planet.

He went to Saint's area and requested an immediate audience with him.

"Sir, Saint is not feeling well. Is it okay for you to come back at a later time?"

Muscle took out a few badges and placed them on the table.

"I am invoking my special privilege today as a fellow subordinate of Divine Formation Mountain. My subordinates need urgent care. Tell him to come immediately."