Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1515: They Grew Up!
The young Blue Purgator leader knew that if he helped William now—before William’s influence rose to such a stage that he no longer needed external help—he would secure a permanent, high-ranking spot close to him.
It was a gamble, but a calculated one. The Purgator leader knew that if he missed this chance to become a foundational part of William’s inter-world empire, a second chance would likely never appear.
"My people will speak the truth about you," Bernard suddenly said, his voice carrying a newfound weight of conviction. He looked out at the assembled masters of the Fox Guild, then back at William.
"And they will show everyone in doubt what it means to come from the upper realm! They will demonstrate what it means for us to trust William and support him without hesitation. My people are ready once you are! So let me know when you are prepared, so I can arrange my masters and distribute them among your various squads."
William’s friends and faction leaders didn’t delay any longer. Per the girls’ quick and efficient orders, the forces were divided into balanced expeditionary units.
Each group would consist of five thousand masters—a good force by any world’s standards—plus one hundred specialised groups from the Aspire Academy and the Lockheart Impact, and finally, twenty elite masters from the Blue Purgators to serve as the undeniable witnesses of the upper realm’s support to William and Fox Guild.
William watched them from afar. He was constantly in motion, moving between formations, destroying more monster gates, and systematically eradicating the clusters of Scarlet Bears that were threatening lots of worlds.
He felt a great, resonant pride as he watched the banners of the Fox Guild disappear into the swirling gates. He saw how they had grown; how they had reached a stage where they could handle delicate dealings with entirely foreign worlds on their own.
They had transitioned from being mere followers reliant on his every word to becoming the true pillars of his guild—capable masters and steady supporters he could rely upon for tasks of such monumental importance.
As the last of the units stepped through the shimmering thresholds into the unknown, William wished them luck silently. He then turned his back to the gates, closing his eyes for a brief moment before turning his full focus back toward the total subjugation of the Medium World.
The plan he had devised since the moment he first set foot in this oppressive realm was going smoothly so far. Every calculated step had been a resounding success, and yet, a cold, lingering worry remained. It was a gnawing sensation in the back of his mind that refused to evaporate, even as victory seemed to be within his grasp.
The enemies he was supposed to fight—the true architects of this world-sized trap—hadn’t made a single move yet. At first, William had reasoned that they simply hadn’t noticed his interference because the initial scale was too small. But as he progressed, destroying tons of gates and slaughtering bears by the millions, he was certain they must have noticed his presence by now.
That was the point that puzzled him most. They had prepared this world specifically to be the graveyard of the Blue Purgators, a place where an elite force from the upper realm would be slowly bled dry and forgotten. And yet, they didn’t move a finger to stop him from foiling their grand design.
He didn’t believe they were incompetent. He believed they were silent because they were preparing something massive, something that would dwarf the Scarlet Bear tides. That was why he hadn’t waited for the destruction of the gates or the final stabilisation of his home world.
He had moved hastily, accelerating his timeline to summon his friends and the guild factions for a step that, under normal circumstances, would have waited for at least a couple more weeks.
What William didn’t know was that while his instinct of danger was correct, the reason for the silence was something he had never considered.
The entities controlling this world had indeed noticed his presence long ago. However, William had missed the true nature of these hidden overseers. They were Mystic Arts monsters. Whenever such monsters faced a disruption, their first and most potent line of defence was to pry into the fate of the intruder.
They would unravel the threads of a person’s past, present, and future, finding every vulnerability and every hidden crack in their spirit and power, to bring them down.
However, in William’s case, his spirit was not a standard scroll to be read. It was well protected by fate, not accessible to anyone. Every time those monsters tried to pry into his fate, a fierce, deadly backlash hit them with the force of a collapsing star.
They weren’t doing anything because they were scheming in the shadows; they were doing nothing because they were severely wounded and dead. The mere act of trying to perceive William had shattered their spirits.
Many of them had already died in agony, and those who remained were on the brink of total annihilation, their minds fractured by the failure of their techniques, of the severe backlash from the fate world itself.
Just with his presence alone, William had managed to nullify most of the most disastrous monsters on the board without even realising the extent of the damage he had caused. Yet his vigilance would prove its worth soon enough.
His list of enemies in this world wasn’t limited to the Mystic Arts monsters—the Fox was still watching, and the Fox was far more dangerous than all of them.
A few days passed in a strange, tense sort of peace. The Medium World felt emptier, yet more alive. Bernard, feeling the weight of the silence, approached William as he was resting near a dormant ley line.
"William, it’s been several days since they left," Bernard said, his brow furrowed. "The men are getting restless. Should we send scouts through the gates? Just to check on the progress of the different forces? We don’t know what they’ve encountered on the other side."
