Re-Birth Of A Genius. Creator/Destroyer

Jack carried Sam to his room and laid him on his bed and came downstairs. He looked at the Black sword that was placed on the table. He took the sword and caressed each and every part of it carefully feeling the expert craftsman ship and the superior aura coming from the sword. The sword in total is a little less than three-foot-long and the blade itself is a little bit more than two foot. It is a single edges blade which is fine and sharp. He can even feel the aura emanated by the beast blood used to quench it.

Black sword is exquisite that a single look and he wants to wield it and don’t want to put it down. He tried to swing the sword and then he felt the slight resistance. The sword is not heavy. It is around 12 kgs. But for the cultivators it was light like a feather. But the Black meteorite weapon has a special property that the density of the metal increases as it increases in rank further. Now that it is only at rank 2 it is not that heavy.

Time slowly passed and Jack just held the sword and tried to wield it to get comfortable with it and slowly the resistance started fading. After a long time, a few hours away from the noon, Jack heard the foot steps from the stairs and he saw Sam walking down the stairs with his usual calm expression. He came down and took a seat and gestured Jack to take a seat.

Both of them sat there for a few moments maintaining the silence. Sam finally spoke.

"Is it good enough?" Sam asked as he looked at the Sword. Jack also took a loot at it and felt its sharp edge, then he looked at Sam and said.

"It is more than what I could ask for."

"Are you sure, you want to give the rest of the Black Meteorite Sand to me?" Sam asked as he felt that no matter how he looked at it the deal was completely beneficial to him only. After all, making a sword is only around a day of time for him, nothing else. For a day worth of time, he didn’t think that someone is generous enough to present around more than twenty kilograms of level 2 Meteorite sand.

Looking at Sam’s expression, Jack just shook his head with a faint smile and then replied. "I don’t have any use with it. But an Artisan like you can make it real treasure. After all, with me, it would only be a more valuable sand. Anyway, if you think the price is too high, then I can ask something from you. You just have to agree for one request of mine in the future, but don’t worry, the request wouldn’t be disadvantageous to you."

Sam pondered a bit and nodded his head and then he stood up and shook Jack’s hand who also stood up. Then after thinking for a second, he said. "I have something to do, you can stay here for a while if you want." Jack hesitated for a minute and asked.

"Are you going to make something with the Black Meteorite sand?"

Sam just nodded and didn’t say anything else. Jack took a deep breath and said.

"If you don’t mind, can I watch it?" Jack asked with hesitation. He knew his request was rude. After all, an Artisan’s technique is a valuable knowledge and not everyone can just spectate it. Last night, it was still not over the line as sword was made for Jack himself. But today, Sam is working for something of his personal use. So, it is indeed not appropriate for Jack to watch it.

But he can’t just convince himself to let go of an opportunity to see how Sam is going to work with the Black meteorite Sand. He felt that Sam’s techniques were unique and something of his own, he really want to see, how Sam is going to use the precious raw material. Sam thought for a moment and said. "Sure." His reply was so nonchalant. Jack was a bit dazed and wasn’t able to react as Sam moved towards the Forging room. He came out of his daze and ran towards the room, afraid that he would miss something.

Sam slowly walked towards the cauldron in the forging room and picked up the bag of Black Meteorite sand. The bag was still two-thirds full and he poured a quarter of it in the cauldron and he slowly started heating it up.

After a few hours powder started to melt down and soon a pool of molten liquid metal could be seen. Just as jack was expecting Sam to do something, he saw Sam taking out the same silk thread he took earlier. This is the same Heaven spirit silk moth’s neutral thread. But this time the thread is not a small amount like before instead it is a big bundle. Sam dipped the thread bundle and started pulling out while squeezing as he repeated the earlier actions again and started making the threads. The process went on for hours. Seeing this, Jack couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. He didn’t expect that Sam would do something like this again. Suddenly, he came to realization. Sam agreed readily because, he already saw the technique. Jack only sighed.

If Sam knew Jack’s thoughts, he would definitely praise him for deducing accurately. Even though Sam was confident that not everyone can use his skills just by watching them and not everyone can copy his ideas, he just wanted to be careful. After all, no one could be cautious enough in this dog eat dog world. It was almost evening by the time Sam finished making the threads and half the bundle almost dried by the time he finished taking out the last bit of thread from the cauldron. There is only a small amount of metal left in the cauldron.

Sam took out a very wooden carving and prepared a mould. He again started heating up the remaining metal, so that it could become finer liquid again and after that he poured the metal in the mould and left it to solidify.

Sam left the thread bundle and sat down as he started recovering his energy. Then only Jack noticed the large thread and shocked. He was so focused on Sam’s techniques and busy on being disappointed, he almost forgot the size of the thread bundle. The size is almost of two basket balls combined and he has only one thought. ’what is he going to do with that?’. He just looked at Sam with anticipation as he waited.

Sam opened his eyes only after it became dark outside. He took the dried bundle in his hands and started walking to the next room and Jack followed. When Jack followed inside the room he was completely stunned. There are wooden mannequins and big table. There are all the tools required for a tailor. He looked at all the equipment and Sam. Never in his life did he think that this cold guy would be a tailor.

This also first time Sam came into the room and inspected all the tools. This room is prepared by Philip when he was training for two months inside the Divine Dimension. After inspecting everything, he took out his Black feather coat, which he kept in his storage when he was forging and placed it on the table.

He took out two big needles from the table drawer and inserted the thread inside the needle hole. These needles are called tapestry needles which are a very common instruments for weaving a fabric. He started weaving skilfully with high dexterity and speed as he used the light spiritual energy.

Jack stared at the after images of the hands and was feeling dizzy. He looked at Sam’s concentrated face and then compared it with the him, who tore away Carl’s limbs without even giving a second thought or batting an eyelid even when all the blood splashed on his face.

There is no comparison at all. Nobody, would imagine that the Sam who could kill someone making everyone who even looked at him with fear is now weaving a cloth. He even ignored the fact that Sam is using an extremely precious material like the Black Meteorite Sand as a thread for a cloth.

Time slowly flew as Sam just weaved and big peace of cloth came to take a shape as it laid on the table. The time flew and it became mid-night. After the thread is over, Sam took put a piece of chalk and started marking as he took out a set of measuring ribbons. After that he took out a pair of scissors and tried to cut.

*Clang* With an annoying sound, the scissors broke. Then only Sam came out of his zone and then looked at the broken scissors and then at the cloth. Then only he realized that he can’t cut this cloth with a normal scissors. He looked around and he finally landed his gaze on Jack who is staring at him with a dumbfounded expression. He suddenly got an idea and then he walked towards Jack.

"Can I borrow your sword?" Sam asked.

Jack came out of his daze and then took out the black sword from his storage. Sam held the sword and then passed the cloth to Jack.

"Hold this cloth at these two places." He guided Jack to hold the cloth as he spread his hands. Then a clearly drawn chalk line could be seen. Sam took a step back and held the sword tightly then with a swing a sword keen could be heard in the room and the cloth became two.

Jack almost jumped out of his skin as he saw Sam making his move. After he came to his senses, he couldn’t help look at Sam in admiration at his control over sword. He can cut a solid anvil and can also cut a bolt of cloth without escaping the range.

Soon, sword keening could be continuously heard as Sam and Jack repeated the same actions and a number of various sized cloth pieces could be seen. Sam walked towards the mannequin and then only he remembered something and immediately ran over to the forging room.

After a few minutes and he came back. He has a black needle in his hand. Then he placed the clothes over mannequin and started sewing with the same left-over thread. After the work is done there was a coat on the mannequin. Jack looked at the coat and then looked at the Black coat with the feather patterns on the table. But just as he was about to compare the two, he saw Sam burning the feather coat and, in a few minutes, there are only a pile of black feathers left inside the disappearing golden flames.

Jack was surprised by two things this time. First one, the feathers are real. The second one, Sam couldn’t burn the feathers. He was wondering how Sam could do that. Never in his mind did he think that feathers are of precious material. He just gave all the credit to Sam’s fire control. Of course, he couldn’t be more wrong.

Sam took the feathers and started his embroidery just like he did before. Jack had same feeling as Philip and others as he looked at Sam working with a smile on his handsome face. The smile and devilishly handsome one at that, didn’t even match the cold-blooded demon who could kill that ruthlessly. He just stood there as he looked at him working. By the time Sam was done there was birds chirping that could be heard from outside.

Then only Jack came out of his daze and realized that it was already morning. Sam took the new coat off of the mannequin and wore it.

Jack just looked at him standing majestically as he wore the coat and gave a supreme aura. Sam felt a sense of dejavu as he wore the coat. It was just like how he did it last time at the Lava rock village. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked at the coat.

*Grumble* Suddenly a stomach grumbling disrupted the silence and Sam looked at his stomach as he felt an immense hunger, then he looked at Jack who just came out of the daze and said.

"Want to eat something?"

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