Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1429: The Blind Rope!

Becky knew William’s nature; she knew he was inherently suspicious and would likely dismiss their proposal as a desperate ploy.

Yet, as someone who had spent her life navigating the cutthroat shadows and infiltrating the most powerful dark forces in the Upper Realm, she understood the true magnitude of such a deal.

"What do you mean?" William turned his full attention to Becky.

She stopped a few meters away, her posture defensive yet confident, as she pointed a finger at the three enemies grovelling on the ground.

"I don’t know every detail of the task you have in mind for me, but I can guess bits and pieces of it," she said, pausing to lock her eyes with his. Her gaze was steady, filled with the pragmatic wisdom of a survivor.

"You plan to build a force in the Upper Realm. You are preparing for something grand, something far beyond the unification of this continent, before you eventually ascend. You need my help to establish a base of operations—a foothold in a world that will be hostile to you. I’m telling you now, William, I am capable, but I won’t achieve nearly enough on my own. But with their help? With their existing networks, their knowledge of the dark sectors, and their resources? I’m sure things will be vastly different. We could build an empire in the time it would take me to find a house."

"..."

William remained silent. He knew she had guessed part of his plans correctly, though most of her assumptions about his ultimate goals were still off the mark. However, her logic regarding the logistics of power was sound.

The three kneeling on the ground realised in an instant that this was a golden chance. Becky had presented them with a lifeline on a silver plate, and they would be absolute fools if they missed the opportunity to seize it.

"We’ll do anything our Young Master asks and needs!" the oldest one shouted, his voice muffled by the ground. He lifted his head slightly, his eyes wide and frantic.

"We’ll work with her! We will give her every contact, every secret tunnel, every bribed official. We will do our absolute best to make your dreams and plans come to fruition. We can tell just by standing in your presence how special you are. You are a man destined for greatness! Being here, in this lower realm, is just a temporary setback for someone of your calibre. Someone with your abilities will never be confined by the shackles of a world like this one!"

"Yes, yes! That is indeed the truth!" another one chimed in, his voice rising in an almost religious fervour. "Young Master is like a true hegemony in the world! You are a sun that only a blind fool would miss. You will inevitably ascend to the Upper Realm, and we will be there waiting for you! We will spend every waking moment preparing the best base, the strongest army, and the most luxurious accommodations that can befit someone of your status!"

"You two..." William was momentarily speechless in the face of such a breathtakingly shameless attitude.

The whiplash was staggering. Hours ago, these very men were ushering their weapons toward his neck, aiming to cleave his head from his shoulders and claim his life for a bounty.

And now, they were frantically speaking about supporting his rise to power as if they were his most die-hard fans and lifelong fanatics. The transition from cold-blooded assassins to sycophantic servants was so seamless it was almost impressive.

"I know what you are worried about," Becky said, noticing his lingering hesitation. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a serious, conspiratorial tone. "You’re worried about their loyalty. You’re worried that the moment they are out of your sight, they will revert to their old ways or sell us out to the highest bidder. It’s a valid concern. But I have the perfect solution for this..."

Becky reached into one of her spatial rings and withdrew an object that seemed to hum with a faint, rhythmic vibration. It was a rope, woven from fibres that shimmered with a rich, metallic gold.

At first glance, it appeared almost mundane, yet as she uncoiled it, a trail of incandescent, glittering dust drifted into the air, marking the rope’s passage through space with a lingering, ghost-like glow.

William’s eyes widened the moment he spotted the artefact. His breath hitched as he recognised the distinct spiritual signature radiating from the golden weave.

"You have the Blind Rope?!!" William’s voice was uncharacteristically sharp, filled with a mixture of disbelief and genuine interest.

Becky smiled, a playful glint appearing in her eyes. For the first time since their meeting, she felt truly special, basking in the rare look of astonishment William directed toward her. It wasn’t often that she could surprise a man who seemed to know the beginning and end of every secret in the world.

"I managed to scavenge it from that palace," she said, giving him a mischievous wink. "The organisation used it to bind countless rogue masters to their cause, shackling their wills and turning them into loyal hounds. But I swear, William, I’ll only use it for the right reasons!"

She even raised a hand as if taking a formal oath. William remained silent, his mind racing. He knew the terrifying properties of the Blind Rope; it wasn’t just a physical restraint.

It was a high-tier spiritual treasure that operated on the level of the soul’s foundation. If a master was bound by it, their very spirit was essentially signed away.

With this in her possession, Becky wouldn’t just be leading these three Dark Masters; she would be their absolute sovereign.

Hearing how she had managed to extract such a prize from the chaos of the palace made William realise the sheer depth of her resourcefulness.

"Even if I loathe their methods," William muttered, sizing up the three kneeling figures with a cold, analytical gaze, "I have to admit that their organisation possesses staggering resources and handles secrets of immense value. Fine. They are yours to command."