Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

Five Astral Plane cultivators fainted and died in that room within ten minutes and they could do nothing about it.

They didn't even exhibit any symptoms other than fainting, sweating, and palpitations.

All the top dogs gathered in one room and they are sweating bullets thinking what would have happened if they were in that position. While they are still trying hard to digest these deaths a young Astral Plane cultivator ran inside and yelled.

"They are dying. Th..they are dying."

The people in the room were shocked and they immediately ran outside.

Within the mansion, they saw some Astral Plane cultivators collapsing right where they stood, the tribe head is having the hardest time to process, he doesn't even know what is happening much less how to stop, it but he is sure that he wants to stop it as soon as possible.

The whole Kala tribe went into chaos.

Meanwhile, the young head came to meet Watt again.

"Why are you here again? Can I have a moment of peace here?"

"Peace? Everybody wants a piece of that, don't they? Anyway, currently, you might even be the most peaceful person on this planet."

"Not really, your guards are having sex right outside the door. She is moaning as if someone might miss hearing her voice. Tell them to fuck somewhere else then I would have more peace."

"There is no use, we are barbarians."

"Yeah, fucking his brother's wife is a popular thing here?"

The young head almost choked from his words.

"Anyway, I am here to talk about something important."

"What is it?"

The young head took out the scraps of metallic bug and showed it to him before asking.

"I want you to see if you can identify these things. They came out of nowhere digging a tunnel from half a mile away from the city and put the whole city to sleep. Some people didn't even wake up as we speak."

"When did this happen?"

"Yesterday."

"My hands are currently tied, so if you show the parts clearly I might identify it."

The young chief did as he was told and Watt started smiling as he looked at the parts.

"There is a high chance it might be Sam."

"How are you saying that?"

"I recognize some of the parts inside, that broken puppet core and the small gear wheels, I saw Sam using them many times and I never saw another person that used that many inscriptions in a puppet that doesn't have that much combat power."

"Then why are you saying there is only a chance."

"I am a bit confused by the choice of poison he used. Generally, he wouldn't use such a mild one."

"Mild? He put a whole city to sleep."

"Yeah, generally the scenario would have played differently like whole city dying would have been right up his alley."

"Are you crazy?"

"Not really, Sam has a weird fascination with poisons and he can wield poison himself, he could create all kinds of twisted cocktails that serve different purposes. He created a poison for indigestion, some spiritual energy interruption, paralysis, a small shock, and many other things.

Most of the time, the poison's goal wouldn't even be killing. He would just make them help him to kill the other person easier.

While the young head is trying to process that, the guards outside came running and said.

"Young head, The tribe head is calling you. There is a lot of commotion outside."

"Okay."

He looked at Watt and wanted to ask something but Watt beat him to it.

"This is a message."

"A message."

"Yes, A message. This is him directly announcing his presence and showing you what he got. He is showing you what he can do without even showing his face.

Just imagine those bugs are filled with something else than that sleeping poison. Like slow poison that kills them slowly after sucking their vitality or a corrosive gas that could rot your flesh off of you bones.

What do you think would have happened?"

The young head went silent and as the guard knocked the door once again, he ran outside.

When he went downstairs and back to the main building, he saw around thirty corpses placed side by side on the floor.

These are all the Astral Plane cultivators that died within the few minutes of his absence, all died because of the same reason which the healer couldn't comprehend.

When he heard the description, he felt his mouth grow dry.

He remembered Watt's words. A message.

If just the people are not enough, these thirty men are clearly a message that is loud and clear.

The young head looked at all the Astral Plane cultivators in the room, they are showing different expressions.

Some displaying anger, some grief and some are nonchalant, but there is one emotion mixed with all these other emotions. Fear. In fact, they are terrified.

They cannot imagine themselves in the position of those thirty, but there is a high chance that they could be there. It might happen anytime soon.

They don't want to be there, but for that, they have two options, either catching the perpetrator or leaving the war.

Both of them are not immediate options they could choose and from the looks of it, both of these need a certain amount of sacrifices.

It is just that they are afraid they might be one of those sacrifices.

The young head also started feeling that fear.

"We have to catch him as soon as possible. Did he say anything?"

The head asked his son who came out of his daze because of the sudden call and responded.

"There is a high chance it is Sam. The style of the puppet matches with his. At least that is what he said."

"Anything else?"

"Yes, he said that the whole city sleeping might be a message. It is like an announcement of his presence. Watt said that he is an expert in poisons and he is very creative with what he makes."

"How good?"

"From what he said, the sleeping poison is nothing. He can make all of them die a slow death or just let their flesh rot and fall off of their body.

It is that simple, at least that is what he said."

"We need a reply to that message. There is no turning back. Think of something quick."

And then started another discussion and the results are shown the next day.

The patrols from the Kala tribe started yelling threats out in the open.

"Sam, you better come out. We know you are here. If you don't your friend will die a slow and torturous death."

"The second I find out where you are, I will catch you and rip your limbs off of your body."

"Watt is going to suffer the more you delay. Half of the estate can hear his screams."

When Sam and his subordinates heard this, they didn't even know whether they should laugh or feel pity for them.

They couldn't understand in what world is threatening a person who almost killed your city a good idea, when they don't even know his location.

But Sam understood where their confidence came from.

They actually shifted Watt from that secret tower to one of the residences in the city.

In fact, even that was announced by the patrols and Sam had to confirm it with the shadow mouse. Even though it couldn't go in completely, it managed to get a glimpse, but the security is too tight for even the Shadow mouse.

It is confident that it could enter, but it would be too risky. The place where that residence was located is a bit isolated and there are no shadows that could be present in the surroundings.

So shadow mouse has to wait till dark if he wants to know any information and they are even playing different tricks, but placing some kind of security in three to four isolated places like this within the city.

Trying to give him an illusion that Watt might be present in any of these areas.

This could have worked if the shadow mice are not present, but to their bad luck, he is present and even if he had to wait for the night to use them, it wouldn't hurt him at all.

So, Sam started a new plan for the night and this involved one of his most used things. The Specter.

The specter and Shadow mice worked together.

The specter and the shadow mice moved into the city that night.

An Astral Plane cultivation specter is too rare to see.

It would have been already taken over some body and became some undead lord in normal cases, but here it is. Sam is slowly nurturing it along with it.

After they entered.

Within one of the false camps. The guards are a bit lax with their duty. They are Astral Plane cultivators and they enjoyed certain prestige on this planet, but now they are on guard duty, so they are clearly frustrated.

One of them who is stretching and yawning in boredom suddenly held his dagger and stabbed another cultivator in the heart from the rear.

Before the remaining could react, he already moved to another side and stabbed another guy in the throat without even caring about the opponent's sword that came for his chest.

The whole tent became chaotic and a battle started.

Three people died in total and two more are severely injured. Only one of them managed to escape scot-free, but he couldn't even speak he is so terrified by what he saw.