Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1437: A Hypothesis About Mystic Arts Monsters

Becky began to speak at length, detailing the history and the scattered facts she had gathered throughout her life as an infiltrator.

She included the whispers from the dark corners of the Upper Realm, the gossip exchanged between high-level masters, and even the myths that had survived through the millennia.

As she spoke, William led her and the three bound servants toward the portal at the summit of the fortress. They stepped through the shimmering veil, leaving the cold air of the Rotas Kingdom behind and emerging into the ruined outskirts of Lara’s city.

The portal deposited them near the outer gates, where the air was still thick with the scent of smoke and turned earth. Being back here brought a sharp pang to William’s chest.

He recalled the glorious times this city had experienced during the peaceful years of Lara’s reign—the bustling markets, the laughter in the streets, and the sense of security. It made him crave that peace again, not just for himself, but for the people who had lost everything in this tide.

"...So in brief," Becky finished, her voice steady as they walked past a charred watchtower, "those monsters are rumoured to live in places humans simply can’t reach. They won’t show themselves to anyone unless they specifically wish to be seen. And most importantly, it is said they can’t be killed except by using techniques derived from the Mystic Arts’ true source—the Fate World power. And that, William, is something not a single master in our recorded history has ever truly pulled off!"

Becky summarised her long lecture with those final, chilling words. Even though she had provided a wealth of information, the most concrete fact she had given William was the utter impossibility of the task.

No one knew where they lived. There wasn’t a single record, a scrap of gossip, a baseless rumour, or even a myth that pointed to their homeland. They were ghosts inhabiting the cracks of the universe.

Eventually, they reached a dedicated resting spot for top guild leaders and city officials. In the wake of the city’s destruction, the small, well-appointed building was empty. William sat in a high-backed chair, the silence of the room allowing him to process the sheer volume of Becky’s data. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"As a start," William said suddenly, breaking a three-hour silence that had seen Becky nearly fall asleep, "there is some sort of profound exaggeration in everything you’ve told me about these monsters."

"Exaggeration?!" Becky sat up straight, her eyes narrowing. If she had heard this from any other master, she would have accused them of being an arrogant fool trying to impress her with false bravado. But this was William.

She knew he wouldn’t make such a claim without a devastatingly logical reason. "What makes you say so?"

"Everything you’ve told me portrays them as being supreme, invincible, and beyond the reach of reality," William said, leaning forward. "But tell me this: who in the entire world, no matter how powerful, doesn’t have a place to live? Who among the living doesn’t leave a footprint? You say they are the origin of our powers, the oldest beings who used Mystic Arts and spirit powers. If they are so ancient and so powerful, their presence should be a weight upon the world, not a ghost story. Invincibility is usually just a lack of information."

He looked out the window at the rebuilding city, his mind already beginning to untangle the myth from the monster.

"If they want to treat us like a farm," William whispered, a cold light returning to his eyes, "then they have to step onto the field eventually. And when they do, they’ll find that the fertiliser has learned how to bite back."

"Well..." Becky exhaled, her voice carrying the weight of a historian recounting a tragedy. "At least you aren’t the first master to think this way, William. Once, in the depths of ancient times, a legendary master possessed by the same fervour sought to uncover the whereabouts of those monsters. He vanished, never to be heard from again. Since then, many of the brightest minds in the Upper Realm have attempted to research this point, dedicating centuries to the hunt, yet no results were ever found. It is as if they exist behind a veil that simply cannot be pierced by human eyes."

"Well... I’m sure they live in our world," William said, his voice dropping an octave, becoming a low vibration of certainty. He paused, turning his head slightly to point toward the three shadow-bound Dark Masters standing by the door.

"If they don’t inhabit the same physical space as us, how is it that these three managed to meet them? How are they supposed to manage the ruins, the logistics of destruction, and the culling of old worlds if they are merely ghosts from another dimension?"

Suddenly, his voice trailed off into a whisper. His eyes widened, the pupils dilating as a realisation hit him with the force of a physical blow. A radical, fragmented idea flashed across his mind—a concept so foundational and yet so hidden that he had never even approached the periphery of it before.

"What?" Seeing the sudden change in his demeanour, Becky’s curiosity flared. She leaned forward, her eyes searching his face. "What crazy idea just took root in that head of yours?"

"Well..." William started, but he checked himself, his lips pressing into a thin line. He wasn’t ready to speak his mind yet; the theory was too raw, too potentially world-shattering to be voiced without evidence.

"I need to read more about the Mystic Arts... specifically the restricted section of the library at the Upper Realm headquarters. And I need to visit somewhere specific before I can confirm anything."

"..." Becky stared at him, unsure of how to respond to such a vague, tantalising answer. She watched the gears turning behind his eyes and felt a flicker of annoyance. "If you don’t want to say it, just say so," she sighed, though she sensed William wasn’t being evasive out of malice, but out of a genuine need for caution.