Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1534: The Irrefutable Logic!

If not for the poisonous daggers of these neutral parties, William’s master might have actually succeeded in taking down the Fox in that previous life. William had no intention of repeating that tragedy. He would burn the weeds before they could choke the flowers.

"Don’t you see this is a very harsh philosophy?" The leader spoke up, his voice cutting through the doubtful whispers of his subordinates. He looked at William with doubt. "We can’t expect the entire world to be only white and black. There is always grey, William. Some just want to survive."

"Our world is indeed white and black," William’s eyes narrowed, and an icy layer of conviction settled over his words. "There is no room for grey when monsters and dark masters are attacking and killing any human and spirit master. Let’s take your respected Grand Gold Guild as an example. Look here..."

He leant over the map, the brush in his hand moving smoothly. He pointed at a specific dot and drew a territory that perfectly outlined the guild’s lands.

"That is their known base, and this is their territory, right?"

"That’s indeed true," the leader nodded, as did everyone else. The Grand Gold Guild’s borders were common knowledge.

"And yet," William didn’t stop his brush. He began placing a series of much smaller dots in a ring around the guild’s territory. "There are dozens of dark master forces concentrated right on their doorstep. See here? This is the base of the Black Poison dark force. Here, the infamous Purple Daggers. And here, the Blood-Moon cult."

He looked up, his eyes locked onto the leader’s. "The Grand Gold Guild is one of the richest and most powerful forces in the continent, even the world. They have the power to wipe out these small dark forces in a single afternoon.

And yet, for three hundred years, they have lived in peace with them. Not a single merchant caravan of theirs has ever been robbed by the Purple Daggers. Not a single one of their outposts has been raided by the Black Poison."

William placed roughly a dozen dots around the guild’s territory before straightening his back and looking at the masters gathered around the table. The silence in the tent was heavy, pressurised by the weight of the revelation he had just laid bare.

"Can anyone tell me how a great force like that guild keeps living in the upper realm, surrounded by all these infamous and treacherous dark master forces, and not have a single known clash against them? 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

A merchant guild that has all of their cargo and caravans passing intact all the time, all the way, without a single intervention or attack?!" William’s voice was steady, devoid of mockery but filled with a cold, piercing logic.

His sudden question and the reasoning behind it shed a blinding light over what he had been saying earlier. Without waiting for anyone to stumble through a useless excuse or offer a defence for a guild they barely knew, he pressed on.

"You can take any force that has never clashed against the dark masters and study them. You’ll find that all, all without exception, share the same unbelievably weird situation. There is a bubble of peace around them that shouldn’t exist. That’s because they aren’t on our side; they are on the enemy’s.

In the true spirit master world, we cannot live in peace without waging constant wars against the dark master forces and the monsters that roam our borders. That is the ironclad rule of our world. To be untouched by the darkness is to be in league with it."

His words landed with the finality that left no room for argument. No one dared to say a single word. The logic was flawless, grounded in the reality of their daily lives, and surprisingly simple once someone dared to point it out.

In the years to come, after going through this conversation in their memories many times, these masters would all ask themselves the same haunting question: How come we never saw through this facade earlier? They had been blinded by the respectability of these forces to almost fall in their deadly thorns.

"So..." The leader of the Blue Purgators finally broke the silence. He paused, his sharp mind already moving past the initial shock and considering the implications.

"You want to target all of them? And you expect us to lead the way? To handle all of them on our own? I’m a warrior, William, but I’m not a fool. Sorry to disappoint you, but we cannot fight almost half of the world and expect to win. We would be crushed by the sheer weight of their combined influence and the dark forces backing them."

"I know you alone won’t be enough," William replied, his expression unchanging. He hadn’t been surprised by such clarity or the leader’s direct rejection. In fact, he would have been worried if the leader had blindly agreed.

"That’s why the first thing we’ll move toward is to rope in more of the right forces, the ones who are truly willing to share the burden and work with us to extricate this evil from the upper realm. We need a coalition of the righteous, not a lone suicide squad."

"That isn’t going to work," the leader interrupted, shaking his head dismissively. "The forces up there... The ancient guilds, the reclusive clans, the high academies... They don’t accept such offers willingly or easily. They are proud, stubborn, and suspicious of anyone’s motives. We’ve tried to rally them before and failed. Many have tried throughout history and failed."

"I know," William said, pointing his finger back toward the detailed map. "That’s why I drew this. I’m not just pointing out enemies; I’m pointing out the right forces, the ones who strongly oppose the Fox and the dark masters in their spirit core.

I’ll also explain to you special methods for each one so you can secure their agreement. I won’t give you a speech to read to them; I’ll give you a key to their front door."