Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1538: Reasons Why William Will Lead the Resistance

"This can be considered a lifelong debt," the leader said, slowly shaking his head as he stared at the map.

"We acknowledge that. Yet, gratitude alone cannot be the reason to give you the seat of Supreme Leader. Leadership requires more than being a saviour; it requires the weight of status and power that the Upper Realm respects."

"By me saving your lives, it doesn't just involve a lifelong debt," William said calmly, his voice cutting through the leader's logic. "If anything, it's considered me paying back a lifelong debt of mine. And don't bother to ask why, as I won't give any answer."

The leader and the entire group of masters in the tent fell into a stunned silence. A single, specific scene surfaced in the leader's mind, the memory of the news he heard about William swearing an oath to protect his daughter. He wondered if this debt William mentioned was tied to her, or something far more ancient. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Without giving the old man time to follow the wrong path of thought, William added, "Yet, by me saving your lives, it's like me adding the Blue Purgators to the new coalition force as the first powerhouse to join my side. You are my foundation.

On top of that, saving your lives didn't come by simply showing you a secret door or a path out of here. I fought the Fox. I beat the Fox. And I gave him a bloody punch in the face on top of that. I have faced the enemy you fear most and emerged the victor. Who among you can say the same?"

No one had a retort for those words. The silence stretched, heavy and undeniable. William took a wide glance at everyone sitting around the circular table, his gaze measuring their resolve.

"Then it comes down to the second reason," William continued, "which is the general plan and the tactics for luring in more forces and extricating the harmful weeds from our world.

If not for me, if not for my teachings over these past long hours, you wouldn't have grasped even one-thousandth of the complexity required to win this war. You have the blades, but I am the only one who knows where and when to strike."

Again, no one dared to open their mouths. William's presence seemed to expand, filling the tent with a cold, absolute authority.

"On top of that," William said, his voice dropping to a whisper that felt like a freezing wind, "this is just the basic groundwork of a truly grand plan. Do you think things will simply turn for the better once you do all this?

Do you think you'll have what it takes to fight the Fox and beat him just because you have a few more allies on your side? Just because you destroyed a few poisonous weeds in your backyard?

This is just the first step toward killing that bastard! So don't get your heads over your heads. You still haven't heard anything useful enough to give you a real chance against its true terror. I am the only bridge between your survival and his destruction."

"There is more?!!" The leader finally found his voice, yet it came out shaky, weak, and low, echoing against the tent. He looked at William as if seeing him for the first time, or perhaps as if seeing a ghost from a future that hadn't happened yet.

"You don't expect to bring down a mountain by using a single sword, or even a dozen of them, right?" William calmly smiled, a thin, sharp expression that didn't reach his eyes. "I've given you the roadmap for the first phase. I won't give you any more hints or advice outside of what I initially told you. So save yourselves the trouble."

He shifted his gaze toward a few elders who had leaned forward, their mouths opening to pry into the secrets he was deliberately withholding. His harsh, straightforward words acted like a physical barrier, stopping their questions in their throats. They recoiled slightly, stung by the bluntness of a youth who theoretically should have been showing them the utmost deference.

"As for the third reason," William said, raising a third finger to join the others in the air. "I have already moved to take a few forces in the Upper Realm to our side.

That nasty palace you mentioned is just one of them, and there are a few more that you will never truly grasp or understand. Believe me when I say that without their specific cooperation, we won't stand a slim chance against the Fox."

"..."

The tent plunged into a heavy silence. His words were vague, layered with mystery, and yet they carried a weight that felt undeniable. No one in the room questioned the credibility of his claim; they had already seen him manipulate the laws of the Medium World as if he were its architect.

Even if they had asked for proof, William would never have exposed the truth of the Mystic Arts world. They wouldn't understand the mechanics of it, and learning about such a secretive world would only serve to distract them from the bloody work at hand.

"Fourth," William continued, his voice dropping into a domineering tone. "I know tons of secrets, lost knowledge, forgotten techniques, and the locations of hidden artefacts that none of the masters currently residing in the Upper Realm, including your own force and masters, know anything about.

If I am not leading this force, I won't share a single syllable of that knowledge with anyone. In fact, if pushed, I'll simply wait.

I'll wait until I ascend my own loyal masters from the Fox Guild, form a worthy force of my own design, and then I'll go and kill that bastard myself, leaving the rest of you to fall by the wayside. Or perhaps join me later as side forces, not the core strength and foundation of what I'm building."

His words were calm, yet the threat was unmistakable. He wasn't just offering a partnership; he was presenting a chance to follow, not to share power.