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Re-Birth of a Genius. Creator/Destroyer

In the 21st century Earth gave Birth to greatest genius ever. A genius who Master myriad of arts. Medicine to Engineering. Mathematics to Micro Biology. Weapon Designing to Environmental control. Music to Painting. Dance to Martial arts. He mastered Everything. He created so many things to help mankind such that he got the title 'Greatest Creator'. But what if he cant get justice for the loss of his loved one due to some political reasons? What if the governments which he served are trying to shield the criminals just because they are rich? Well, the Greatest creator turned into 'Greatest Destroyer'. He got his Revenge But the price is he is dead before realising his full potential. . . . What if he gets a Second chance with all the knowledge he gained in his life. A second life in a different world where a different energy exists? Where humans can reach heavens with this energy? What if he comes to this world where he dont have to bother about all the constraints limiting the technology on modern earth? follw the journey of Sam . AUTHOR'S NOTE. The first few chapters will have some mistakes regarding grammar and spellings and some inconvenience with paragraph arrangements. I will re-edit them whenever I am free. you will see the improvement the further you go. so I hope readers will endure a bit and read more chapters before deciding if the read is worth it or not. thank you . Follow me on Instagram @suryaboddus discord: https://discord.gg/XggwchS

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Departure

The next day.

The restaurant area is still covered with debris and the people didn't go anywhere. The injured people slowly became conscious, but they didn't dare make any rash moves.

Sam didn't kill them for now, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't kill them at all. So, they just stayed put and remained silent.

The two family heads who didn't participate in the whole fight stood there nervously as they waited for the stew to be prepared.

Sam is sitting at the table in the middle of the broken restaurant. His hands are bloody and so is the baseball bat which is covered with blood as well.

The whole area is silent and nobody dared to make a sound.

Sam closed his eyes and relaxed in the chair as he let the morning sun hit him.

After waiting for a few hours, the chef finally came with a big bowl of stew. The bowl so big that it would hold at least five portions of chicken stew.