Chapter 1015: All the sect heads (1/2)

Destruction is one of the things that can be addictive. At least it is more addictive than creation which is the opposite of this. And if a person gets addicted to destruction, it would lead them to seek thrills through it and finally find the best things to destroy to get the greatest of thrills and every person who enjoys destruction will finally end up doing one thing, destroying a fellow human.

If a normal person kills a human, they might not be able to get out of that situation for a long time. But if a person who is addicted to destruction does that, he will be able to get over it in three days and will understand the thrill in it.

As for why this came up, it is because Sam was in one of those phases where he enjoyed the destruction he brought upon the people at one point in his previous life.

In his training phase, when he was eleven or twelve, when he finally came to terms that he wouldn't be able to get out of that hell hole and embraced that new life, he enjoyed it, he enjoyed disfiguring a man's face with his bare hands.

He enjoyed crushing the skull of a man who is double his size.

He enjoyed the screams as he flayed the skin of his opponent to get the information out. What he can say, he didn't know that it would be this addictive and no one ever said not to enjoy it, as for what his conscience said? He was twelve what can it say?

As for why it came up now, it is because currently Sam almost felt like he went back to those days as he slammed the baseball bat crudely at each and every elder that came at him. The head of the mace sect who is among the elders was spared as Sam let him take a look at what he is doing to the elders.

The teeth flew around completely covered in blood, people puked blood, every time he landed a hit, he could feel the broken bones, the ruptured skulls, the shattered ribs, punctured organs, he could feel it and he couldn't help but be reminded of the time when he was training.

It might be because of the weapon he used or because of the way he fought with no intent to kill but just to hurt or it might be because he deliberately made a mountain out of a molehill for a thing as insignificant as a chicken stew with the excuse of blowing his steam off, he felt like he became that twelve-year-old kid who just embraced the kill and hurting people as a mere activity to amuse himself.

Within a half-an-hour, there are a bunch of people lying on the floor either unconscious or groaning in pain with half of the bones in their body broken.

Sam halted as the mace sect head was the only man standing in midst of this bloodbath.

He looked at the sky and thought to himself.

He thought he completely got rid of these emotions, but it seems like he just forcefully suppressed them.

No these emotions, there are various feelings which he got accustomed to but later realized that they are not good things to be in his head and tried to erase, but it seems like he just suppressed them and the accumulation of these things might be the reason for his insecurities.

After all, insecurities stem from the thoughts that one cannot express to others.

He sighed and thought to himself, he should eliminate these emotions completely like excretion. He should get rid of those insecurities in one form or the other. He looked at the fallen guys and after confirming that no one is dead, he turned to the head of the sect and said.

”I will give you the same chance. If you can call someone for the backup that could either take you out of here and bring me the chicken stew, I will let you go.”

These words resonated in the quiet neighborhood even though it is filled with a lot of people.

The sect head immediately held the communication token and called for help.

A few minutes later, a bunch of elders and the sect heads of the other sects came and landed at the scene, they didn't take action thought.

The four sect heads stood there and talked to the citizens as they looked at their lesser heads huddled together in fear.

After getting the gist of it, the four of them fell into the discussion.

They are three old men and one old woman.

”So, what do you guys want to do?” The woman asked casually.

”Of course, we cannot let someone walk over one of us like this.”

”I disagree, he seems powerful and the destruction he caused was controlled, he didn't kill anyone yet. He is a fearsome foe. It would be best if we compromise.” Another old man said.

”I agree with compromise.”

The old woman also said.