Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1518: Meeting the Fox for the First Time Ever in this Lifetime!
Without this world, William would be cut off from all these connected realms! The Medium World was the central junction, the beating heart of the network. And that was exactly where his deadliest enemy decided to strike!
A few more masters arrived in the next few hours, arriving from different gates with the same look of shocked confusion, asking for the same guidance from William. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
The latter repeated his orders with patience, and soon enough, all of his guild faction armies were moving in sync, doing exactly what he wanted—turning from conquerors into rebuilders.
"I see you are very busy dismantling my little toy!"
Just a few hours after the last master group had departed, and as William was deeply immersed in the work of laying down more complex formations, a sudden voice erupted.
It was a voice that drove ice-cold shivers down the back of William’s spine. It wasn’t too far away, and it wasn’t particularly loud, but to William, it was like a series of booming explosions detonating inside his ears!
"You... You..."
Slowly, William raised his head. His movements were stiff, like a rusted machine. He turned around and looked directly at the source of those words. He gritted his teeth so hard they threatened to crack, clenching the spears he was holding until his knuckles turned white. His eyes shone with a fierce, dangerous, and predatory light.
"Who are you?! How did you come here?!!"
Bernard, standing nearby, noticed the sudden, violent change in the air. Yet, Bernard didn’t recognise the newcomer—a middle-aged man with black eyes and hair, dressed in simple robes, appearing casually on the other side of the valley they were working in.
"Stay out of this," William said, his voice a low, guttural growl as he advised Bernard without taking his eyes off the stranger. "And go back to your leader right now. Tell him the black damn fox is here!"
"What?!!!"
Bernard’s mind froze for a few terrifying seconds. The name carried a weight of dread that had no equal to Bernard. He looked at the ordinary-looking man and then back at William’s trembling rage. Then, he finally grasped what William truly meant. "You don’t mean... The damn Fox that we are trying our hardest to kill?"
"Go!" William shouted, the sound echoing like a thunderclap across the valley. That shout was enough of an answer for the young Purgators leader to jolt awake back to his senses. Bernard didn’t hesitate a second longer; he turned and bolted, his feet kicking up grey dust as he scrambled toward the floating castle.
"You don’t need to act like this," the fox said, amusingly watching Bernard’s frantic retreat. He didn’t move to stop him. Instead, he watched as William stepped forward, positioning his body to shield and cover Bernard’s path, just in case. "I’m here to take a look at the desperate little human who thinks he can change what I devised... Hahaha!"
The voice, the look, and even the disgusting, condescending laughs of the middle-aged man matched everything William knew about the Fox. In an instant, all the frustration, the madness, and the spirit-deep desperation William had kept hidden deep within his spirit—the scars of his big defeat in his past life—surfaced all at once!
"You do know that even if you keep glaring at me all day and night, nothing will happen," the fox said, sounding truly entertained. He gestured with a lazy wave of his hand toward the world around them.
"And all these toys you are planting are useless! You really think you can snatch away something I made? Something I created with my own essence? Hahaha, that’s the silliest joke I’ve heard in an aeon!"
The face of the fox contorted for a second, the mask of middle-aged normalcy slipping to reveal the familiar, vicious, and predatory look that still haunted William’s nightmares. "Let me show you what it means to be entrapped in a world of mine! Let me show you what despair truly looks like when the walls start closing in!"
William didn’t waste words. He instantly dropped the spears and summoned his true arsenal. Hundreds of flying weapons—swords, sabres, and daggers—manifested in a whirlwind of black golden light around him. On top of that, the monsters he had crafted jumped, standing erect like tall mountains of muscle and menace in front of him.
*Snap!*
Yet all the fox did was a casual snap of his fingers. The entire world shook with a violent tremor, as if the world itself were screaming in pain. The sky turned a bruised purple, and the ground beneath William’s feet began to crack. Yet, as William watched the fox, he noticed something in the way the man’s image flickered at the edges of the snap.
"You didn’t expect me to really interfere with your world this deeply, did you?" William said, a vicious smile finally cracking across his face. He began to see through the fox’s trick and struggle.
"And it seems, for some reason, you aren’t here in your true body. What is it? Is this just another one of your useless copies? One of the seeds you’ve spread across these worlds out of boredom?"
Just as William said these words, his eyes suddenly shone with a sharp, piercing realisation. He stopped his advance and took a proper look around at the layout of the gates and the changes that had happened to this world. He looked at the toy the fox was so protective of, and then he finally laughed.
"You... You are good," William said, pointing his sword directly at the fox’s direction. "You didn’t devise this world to take down the Blue Purgators. That was just a side benefit, wasn’t it? You initially used this world as a central silo to harvest the seeds you spread across all those lower realms!"
William suddenly linked everything together. When that middle-aged man tried to do something with this world, William felt it, clearly felt it. It was thanks to the connection he had with the core of this world, which was now a very strong connection.
