Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1435: Dropping a Bomb!!

"I’m always the sentimental type," William replied, blinking in feigned shock and looking slightly insulted by her assessment. "You’ll know in time that everything I do, every move I make, is ultimately for the wellbeing of others."

"Liar," Becky bellowed back, her laughter lacking any real heat. "And that’s entirely different from the point I was making. Still, do you intend to stay here and rest for a while, or do you plan to return and continue the fighting immediately?"

"War won’t wait for us to catch our breath," William said, shrugging his shoulders as he turned his gaze back to the North. "I’ll rest when the threat is over. But for now, it’s time to move on and speak about something truly important."

Becky’s expression shifted, becoming more serious. She gave him a sidelong, knowing look. Ever since the three surrendered Dark Masters had spoken about the hidden monster organisation, she knew this conversation was inevitable. She had been waiting for him to pry into her knowledge of the shadows.

"You want to know more about the monsters," she said, letting out a long sigh. "I can tell you everything I’ve gathered from the fringes, but I have to be honest: I can’t identify those specific monsters or gauge their true strength without seeing them in person. You know the rules of our world—people like us, who dabble in the deeper secrets, always suffer a severe backlash if we try to pry too deeply into things that aren’t meant for us."

"I know," William said, beginning to walk toward the inner sanctum of the fortress. Below, he could see Anjie receiving the ten monsters he had dispatched; a look of profound relief and a knowing smile crossed her face as the behemoths took up their guard posts.

"But any information, no matter how fragmented, is useful. Honestly, the records regarding those monsters in the Mystic Arts archives of this realm are woefully lacking!"

He wasn’t lying. Since he had first gained access to the restricted libraries of the Mystic Arts headquarters, he had been plagued by a growing curiosity. The ancient scrolls mentioned entities similar to the human Mystic Masters, but ruled by monsters.

At the time, he hadn’t fully grasped why monsters would even be interested in the complexities of the Mystic Arts. He realised now that he had been naive.

These monsters didn’t just inhabit the world; they acted as its gods. They were the ones intervening in the lower realms, deciding when a civilisation had reached its peak, and launching the apocalypses to "harvest" the survivors. They treated entire worlds as breeding grounds for their own elite warriors.

What had truly surprised him was the discovery that these monsters were not aligned with the Fox. In fact, they appeared to be sworn enemies—a revelation that left a massive hole in his strategic map. He needed to know every scrap of intel Becky possessed so he could decide how to navigate this three-way struggle.

He knew that common sense dictated letting the two monster factions destroy each other, but his past life had taught him that reality was never so kind.

In that life, his master hadn’t even known of the existence of Mystic Art Masters, let alone the "farmers" who treated humanity as fertiliser.

William realised that the gaps in his understanding of the cosmos were not merely holes, but vast, yawning abysses. In his past life, he had operated under a set of assumptions that now seemed laughably simplistic.

He had initially believed that his master had never heard of the Mystic Art Masters because the Fox monster had systematically hunted them down before she could even learn of their existence. He had imagined a grand purge that left the world blind to its most potent defenders.

But as he walked beside Becky toward the obsidian heart of the fortress, he realised that logic dictated a far different reality. The Fox, as cunning and predatory as he was, would never have wasted his strength touching the Mystic Art Masters.

If those masters were already the sworn enemies of the "Harvesters"—the Mystic monsters tilling the lower realms—then the Fox would have viewed them as a convenient, albeit unconscious, ally. The enemy of my enemy is a shield I do not have to pay for.

He recalled his first meeting with Becky and how she had spoken of the Fox with genuine, bone-deep terror. Yet, she had never given him the impression that she, or the masters on her side, were actively targeting that calamity.

It had been a puzzling discrepancy at the time, but the answer was finally crystallising. Even if the Fox was the greatest disaster in the Upper Realm, the Mystic Masters were locked in a primordial struggle against the Mystic monsters.

To them, the Fox was a storm, but the Harvesters were a plague. He wouldn’t be surprised if they categorised the monsters as a threat several tiers higher than the Fox.

Still, William knew that deduction alone was a blunt tool. He needed concrete data to patch the voids in his memories and uncover the hidden mechanics of his past life’s downfall.

"As you know," Becky began, her voice dropping into a scholarly rhythm as they entered the grand hall of the fortress, "the Mystic Arts isn’t something that was invented by man. It was a power learned from the monsters themselves."

"What?!!" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The word left William’s lips like a physical strike. He stopped dead, staring at her in disbelief. The casualness with which she had dropped that sentence was more jarring than a thunderclap. "Are you telling me we learned our most sacred arts from those bastards?!"

"That’s true," Becky said, stopping as well. She turned to give him a look of genuine confusion, her eyebrows arching. "Did you honestly not know about this? I thought for a Cardinal, this would be the first page of your education."

"No. This is the first time I’ve heard such a thing," William replied, his mind racing.