Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1430: Secrets Are Revealed!

"Thank you!" Becky chuckled, jumping slightly like a young child celebrating a newfound gift.

The next moment, her demeanour shifted back to that of a ruthless controller. She threw the rope toward the three men. Weirdly, the gold fibres seemed to possess a life of their own; the rope elongated effortlessly, coiling around their bodies as if it had no beginning and no end.

William watched calmly as the Blind Rope erupted in a blindingly bright golden light. The glow intensified until it completely enveloped the captives, the radiance seeping into their pores and sinking into their spiritual seas to bind their souls.

When the light finally faded, the rope vanished, leaving behind three intricate, small tattoos on Becky’s wrist. With these marks, she could exert absolute control over their lives, their thoughts, and their spiritual energies, regardless of where they were in the world.

"Done," she said, her tone light and happy. "I’ll make sure to put them to very, very hard work."

"Thanks, Young Master! Thanks, Young Lady!" the three shouted in unison, their heads hitting the ground. William didn’t bother acknowledging their newfound servitude; he was focused on the objective.

"Now, tell me everything you know about those masters—the ones who truly hired you," William demanded. This time, there was no hesitation.

With the Blind Rope anchoring their spirits to Becky’s will, the three began to speak, pouring out every secret they had guarded without a single attempt to lie or obfuscate the truth.

As the narrative unfolded, William took out a seat and sat in the centre of the silent plaza. He listened for a long time, his gaze fixed on the distance as he became lost in thought.

Lara and Becky stood like sentinels by his side, their faces growing increasingly pale as they absorbed the revelations.

The secrets of this world were being laid bare, and the toll of what they were hearing was severe—far worse than anything they had imagined.

Everything started as William had suspected—the involvement of a group of monsters utilising the devious, reality-warping methods known as the Mystic Arts. But what came next shattered his remaining assumptions and sent a chill through his heart.

"...This group of monsters has one unified, ancient goal," the oldest Dark Master explained, his voice hollow. "They exist to facilitate the methodical destruction of lower realms. They time the death of every single living human in those worlds with terrifying precision. According to the documents we intercepted, they treat these realms as farms. Their purpose is to nourish and breed stronger, more savage generations of monsters, and they use human civilisations as the fertilisers to achieve this." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The scope of the evil was breathtaking. They spoke of a grand, cosmic scheme that had been in motion since the dawn of life. These monsters didn’t just kill for hunger or territory; they curated the struggle.

They allowed human populations to grow and masters to flourish specifically so that the monsters in that realm would have worthy prey to fight against, forcing the beasts to evolve and grow stronger through constant competition.

Then, when the "harvest" was ready, they would trigger an apocalypse. They would wipe out the humans entirely, leaving the newly empowered monsters to fight among themselves in a brutal, final selection process until only the strongest, most terrifying breeds survived to be taken to higher realms.

The revelation hung in the air like a thick, suffocating fog. As the three Dark Masters continued their harrowing explanation, the true nature of the cosmic hierarchy began to shift in William’s mind.

These apex monsters did not merely wait for the strongest of their kind to emerge naturally; they harvested them.

The "strongest" survivors of a world’s culling were eventually picked up, inducted into the ranks of the hidden monster organisation, and groomed to serve as elite leaders in a war that spanned the stars.

For his entire life, William had operated under the standard human paradigm: that monsters were the whetstones against which human masters sharpened their blades.

It had never crossed his mind that the reverse was equally true—and far more sinister. To these beings, humanity was a biological resource, a catalyst used to nourish the evolution of their own species.

They were using the "fertiliser" of human civilisation to breed weapons capable of serving their ultimate, dark goal: the total subjugation of the Higher Realm.

According to the accounts of the three captives, this was no easy task. Despite their cold-blooded efficiency, the monsters found themselves constantly checked by the rapidly evolving human masters of the Upper Realm.

It was a tug-of-war between two species that refused to yield, a cycle of evolution and slaughter that had repeated for aeons.

But just when William thought he had reached the bottom of this pit of secrets, the oldest Dark Master dropped a verbal bomb that shattered his understanding of the monster hierarchy entirely.

"...Even if the monsters have that Fox as their rising star," the man wheezed, his eyes flickering with a strange light, "those Mystic Arts monsters stand in direct opposition to him. They do not see him as their champion. They believe that no one is fit to rule the Upper Realm except for someone born of their own internal circle, one of the pure Mystic bloodlines."

William’s mind momentarily reeled. This piece of information was the most shocking of all. Common sense—and his own traumatic history—depicted the monsters as a monolith of destruction.

He would have bet his soul that these shadow-dwellers were working in tandem with the Fox monster, perhaps even serving as his secret vanguard. But reality was far more fractured and complex.

"From one side, we have monsters who ruin entire worlds just to breed more nightmares," William muttered, his voice heavy with a deep, weary sigh. "And on the other, we have that damned Fox monster, an entity that seems to devour everything in its path. Tsk!"

He leaned back in his seat, the weight of the human situation pressing down on him.