Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1516: What If William Wasn’t Present in the World?!!
William’s face was calm and unbothered. He didn’t even look toward the gates.
"There is no need to act like a babysitter, Bernard," William said quietly. "I’ve trained them well.
They are grown up enough to know that if they meet a problem they cannot handle, they can easily send a messenger back through the gate to ask for help. Until that happens, we trust them. We have our own work to finish here."
William didn’t forget how his friends and the girls looked back when he first met them—fragile, uncertain, and bound by the limitations of their narrow world. They had grown up.
They were no longer the saplings he had to shelter; they were the towering trees of a forest he had planted. He knew he could rest assured and depend on them from now on, trusting that his vision was in capable hands.
What he didn’t know, however, was that they didn’t all end up in separate worlds. The network of the gates was more complex than he had initially thought. Just as his world was being attacked from many different gates, the small worlds on the other side of these gates experienced the same siege.
This led to a very amusing and eventually better situation. Many of the forces that passed through the gates ended up in the same world, appearing at vastly different geographical spots.
Like their own world, these realms were suffering under the heavy hammer of the apocalypse. Unlike their world, however, they didn’t have the Fox Guild, nor did they have a William to protect them.
If William had been present to witness what his teams saw, he would have recognised a literal copy of the apocalypse that had befallen his world back in his past life.
It was a mirror of his darkest memories. Many lives had already been lost, all the big names and established forces were losing ground daily, and slowly but surely, the skies of these worlds were falling over the heads of the survivors.
Yet, all of a sudden, the gates in these realms had stopped gushing out more bears. The existing monsters had begun to stumble, falling and dying on the spot as their spirits withered.
There were still a few operational gates here and there, maintaining a local presence of monsters, but overall, the grim, suffocating situation was being lifted—though the inhabitants had no idea why.
When William’s forces stepped through, they didn’t see what they expected. They didn’t find mighty armies standing tall against the monster tides, nor did they find organised resistance groups.
Instead, all they mostly saw were scattered humans and wounded masters, hiding in ruins and caves, all trying to survive just one more hour, fighting a desperate and losing battle against the remnants of the bear packs.
Because of this, the resistance to accepting the Fox Guild’s offer was literally non-existent. There were no kings demanding terms, no academy heads protecting their prestige, no clan headmaster to cling to their ancestors’ heritage.
Everywhere the guild’s masters went, people swarmed toward them like drowning men reaching for a raft. They accepted the idea of joining a guild from another world without a single second of hesitation.
Hearing the stories of what the Fox Guild had accomplished back home made everyone in these worlds astonished, yet they didn’t actually need to hear the tales.
In the middle of facing certain death and absolute ruin, in the face of the unstoppable Scarlet Bears, the sudden presence of masters who were able to easily kill the beasts and save their lives was a miracle beyond comprehension.
In return, the Fox Guild masters themselves were met with a situation and an experience that would entirely shift their lives forever. Up until this very moment, many of them had taken what William did for granted.
They had viewed their survival as a stroke of good luck or the natural result of having a talented leader. They had never thought deeply about the what-ifs.
Not until they went through these gates.
Watching the devastation of these other worlds was like looking through a window into an alternate, horrific reality. They watched what their own world would have looked like at this very moment if William had never appeared.
The difference was scary, staggering, and terrifying. No one could have imagined their world hitting such a rock-bottom low in the apocalypse if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes.
Even Fang, even the oldest of the battle-hardened masters, even the faction leaders who thought they had seen it all—everyone stood in shock, stupefied, while watching a real-life copy of the ghosts of their own potential deaths.
It was a cold bucket of water that fell over their faces and spirits without any warning. It washed away the last traces of arrogance and replaced it with a profound, spirit-deep gratitude.
"So far, I thought William to be just a genius," Fang said slowly, his voice raspy as he looked at the charred remains of a city that could have easily been his own home.
"Yet I never ever thought he was so far-sighted! He wasn’t just walking down a path thanks to his insane talent... He was drawing the only right path that would save not only him, but everyone else from ruins and death!"
Fang’s words perfectly described the collective epiphany. This wasn’t just about power anymore; it was about the realisation that every breath they took was a gift from a youngster who had seen the end of the world and decided to change it.
This realisation drove a sense of belonging and fierce loyalty into their spirits toward the Fox Guild and their legendary guild master that surpassed anything William had ever asked for.
As the worlds they visited were now mostly void of new bear reinforcements, the first thing the master forces did was stabilise the regions. They systematically hunted the remaining bears, acting as the ultimate cleansers.
Soon enough, reports began to spread among the different expedition groups. They heard of the presence of similar alien forces in other parts of the world.
