Chapter 1365 - Past I

Two days passed. 

At this moment, Sam is currently inside Giyon's residence resting on a bed. He is in deep slumber since that day and even though his body returned to normal, he is still completely out of commission.

Grivon and Jyon are sitting on the chairs beside the bed and Jyon is playing a melodious tune on her flute.

After a few minutes, she stopped and sighed as she looked at Sam.

"How long do you think he will take to get back?" Grivon asked.

Jyon has been playing flute occasionally for the past two days when Specter told them that Sam's soul is a bit erratic and isn't stable. She is using the music to make the soul reach some peace.

Specter appeared out of nowhere and said.

"He is becoming stable faster than I thought. He can gain consciousness within a day or two."

"That is great. There is a shitstorm outside. It is better for him to wake up as soon as possible."

Grivon replied with sigh and at this moment, the door was swung open and Giyon made her way in.

"How is he doing?"

"He is alright. He is almost there."

"That is good. I need to tell him myself that he owes me big time."

"How are Mingiv and Malgav?"

"Mingiv is still in a coma and Malgav is undergoing surgery. Sam is really cruel. Not only did this guy bust up the testicles of the guy, but his attack is so precise that those energy ripples only destroyed the skin layers and left the muscle alone.

It is extremely difficult for even the healers to nurse him back and Vardar is not responding to the calls. Our healers could only think of ways in which his balls would be gone if the skin is restored and they don't know how to restore the balls at all.

They are in a big dilemma.

I am pretty sure that the grand elder will destroy Sam up on sight."

"What did my grandfather say?" Grivon asked nervously.

"What do you expect him to say? He just said good job on finding a great friend."

"He really said that."

"Of course, from what I know of him, if you had let Malgav go after he abducted a girl right under your nose, he would have probably disowned you."

"But the trouble with Mingiv's grandfather?"

"There is not much that old man can do. He is weak as a quail compared to your grandfather, what do you think he can do? The most he could do is use some political pressure within the clan. Even that wouldn't last long.

My father and your parents are returning."

"WHAT?"

"Dad is coming?"

Two different tones, the shock from Grivon and the excitement from Jyon were made at the same time.

"Of course Jyon, Dad is coming. I sent a message that you are also here, he said that he would bring a flood dragon to eat this time." Giyon said with a smile.

"Oh my god, my parents are coming." Grivon collapsed into his seat. There was a silence of few minutes in the room and Grivon spoke again.

"Why do they have to come now? This issue is not that serious right? We can handle it right? Sister Giyon please contact my parents and tell them not come."

Giyon sighed and said.

"Grivon, they are a little extreme, but don't you think you are overreacting a bit. Particularly with what happened just two days ago."

She looked at Sam and Grivon did the same as well.

They clearly remembered Sam's crazed state. He was angry because of the rape, but he became a rabid dog after Mingiv called him a bastard. The rage that seemed to have been bottled up for a long time seemed to have erupted.

They didn't expect something like this from Sam.

After all, he took the fact that his body was stolen like it was nothing. The day he fell back, he started planning his comeback and he is doing great. He destroyed a decent amount of Sivan's properties that even a young master from their clan couldn't do over the years.

But just one derogatory term that was a term that was used too much in day to day life triggered him so much.

After all, at their cultivation levels, they are not that easily fazed by verbal abuse and even though they guessed that this might have been the work of Sivan or the league members, they didn't expect how this would help them.

When Sam was irritated, they just thought that the other party was trying to rattle his concentration, but only when he was really out of control did they realize what they are trying to achieve.

By now, they knew for sure that Sam's location and his affiliation must have been found out by the spies set up by Mari Clan.

Sivan would have already received the news and the same goes with the League.

Things are about to get chaotic real soon.

As they were talking and discussing, Sam who is sleeping peacefully on the bed suddenly showed an expression of pain and agony as his thoughts drifted to the unwanted and undesired past.

In a training facility.

Eight year old Sam was standing in the empty room under a spot light.

He is buck naked and he is looking around while trying to cover his genitals.

"Teacher?"

He called out to the art teacher that took him out of the house of the middle aged couple he poisoned.

"Teacher?"

There is no response. He doesn't know what happened. He remembered falling asleep in teacher's house and when he awakened he is here.

"Teacher?"

"Shut up. You brat. There is no teacher or preacher here. What is your name?" A middle-aged man's voice was heard.

"Who… who are you?"

"I asked your name, you bastard."

"I.. I am not a Bastard. My name is Sam."

"Of course, every kid that comes from outside is a Bastard. Otherwise they wouldn't be here. So, remember that."

Two years later, A ten year old Sam is in the training room as he ran over on a treadmill while participating in a shooting exercise on the large screen in the front of him.

He finished it up and got down.

Two middle aged men came to him and one of them said.

"I never expected a Bastard to be this good. This hasn't happened in a long time within the organization."

"This Bastard is different from the rest. The rest could barely be suicide bombers or some thugs, but this one is the real deal."

As they are talking, Sam gritted his teeth and said.

"I am not a Bastard."

*PAK*

A slap landed on his face as he crashed into the ground. The middle aged man spoke.

"I told you on the first day. Every kid that comes to the organization from outside world, is an unwanted bastard. Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

Sam wanted to talk back something, but the other middle aged man placed his leg on Sam's face and made him shut up.

"Now, why don't you go and finish the procedures for his transfer into the internal branch. I will teach some sense into him while you are at it."

The first guy left and the second picked Sam up like by his collar like he is a toddler and said in a whisper.

"Now, repeat after me.

'I. Am. A. Bastard.'"

Sam didn't say it, but he started shivering as he looked into the eyes of the middle aged man.

Looking at Sam's lack of response, the man slammed Sam on to the wall nearby.

*PAK*

A slap landed on his face.

"Say it."

Sam shook his head.

*PAK*

"SAY IT. You are a bastard. Say it out loud and you can go."

*PAK*

"SAY IT."

Sam still shook his head. The middle aged man's grin widened and he threw Sam into the floor like a rag doll and removed his leather belt.

*PAAK*

The belt landed on his back and Sam squirmed on the ground. But he didn't scream and he didn't say what the man wanted.

*PAAK*

*PAAK*

*PAAK*

*PAAK*

*PAAK*

*PAAK*

A month later.

Sam is sitting in a large cafeteria at a table. There are several kids from ten to fifteen years old. Sitting at various spots.

Sam is the only one sitting alone and his uniform is different than the rest. All of them wore grey uniforms, but Sam's one has a red collar.

At this moment, a group of thirteen-year-olds came to Sam's table.

"Hey, Bastard. Get the fuck off. We are taking this table."

"I am not a Bastard."

Sam replied as he kept on eating. One of the group members dragged him by his collar and took him to the water dispenser. They placed him on the table and started waterboarding him with the ice-cold water from the dispenser and the only thing Sam clearly heard for the next hour is.

"Say it. Say it out loud. I. AM. A.. BASTARD."