Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1454: Shaking Becky’s Conviction

Their goal was the total destruction of this world. However, by single-handedly providing the world with the means to foil their schemes, William had just leapfrogged to the very top of the monsters' hit list.

He wasn't just a master anymore; he was the primary obstacle to their grand scheme.

Becky looked at his calm profile and shivered. He knew the risk, and he had stepped into the trap willingly, daring the tigers to bite.

The implications of William's strategy were as clear as they were terrifying. In short, the monsters would soon realise a fundamental truth of this war: they could never hope to crush this world as long as William breathed.

Every time they orchestrated a cataclysm or pulled a new trick to bring about the apocalypse, William would be there to interfere, unravelling their schemes and turning their own momentum against them.

Once the enemy hierarchy grasped this, they would abandon their broad territorial gains. They would consolidate their power, redirecting every trick, every hidden reserve, and every ounce of their monstrous malice toward a single objective—hunting him down.

Becky was the only one who saw the board clearly enough to read the moves before they played out. She stood there, the weight of that realisation pressing down on her shoulders.

"You know you are putting yourself in grave danger," she said, her voice dropping to a low, urgent hiss. She couldn't let the matter drop, returning to it with a persistence that bordered on desperation.

"You should reconsider this, William. It isn't too late to retract the orders. We can find another way to distribute the spears without making you the centre of a global bullseye."

"Becky, I get where you are coming from," William replied after a long silence. Even for a man of his patience, her constant warnings were beginning to grate on his nerves.

He didn't stop his forward momentum, his boots crunching over the charred remains of the battlefield. "I know exactly how your camp up there thinks. I know how you process tough situations and how you weigh the value of a life."

"What exactly do you mean by that?!" Becky snapped. She stopped in her tracks, crossing her arms over her chest, her posture stiffening as if she were bracing for a different type of combat—a battle of ideologies.

"Your community up there ignored the ticking time bomb of the Fox monster for far too long," William said, not flinching or hesitating to speak his mind. He didn't even look back at her; he kept moving, occasionally dashing to the side to strike down a stray monster that dared to linger near their path. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"You were so preoccupied with the monsters utilising Mystic Arts that you turned a blind eye to the greater existential threat. You focused on the enemies you understood and ignored the one that was actually going to end you."

He swung his arm, a burst of energy clearing a path through a thicket of debris. "You grew up in a faction that believes it is better to retreat—or even switch targets entirely—if the enemy grows significantly stronger than oneself. You call it tactical repositioning."

"This isn't called foolishness, it's called wisdom!" Becky bellowed back, her voice echoing off the nearby ruins. She stepped forward, her face flushed with indignation. "Only a fool throws their life away against an immovable mountain! Survival is the first rule of any long-term war!"

"No, you've fundamentally mixed the two together," William countered, his tone remaining eerily calm despite the rising volume of her voice. He finally stopped and turned to face her, his eyes cold and piercing.

"When you pick your enemies, you don't pick them based on how strong they are or how likely you are to survive the encounter. You don't get that luxury when you claim to be the silent guardians of the world!"

He took a step toward her, his presence suddenly looming. "If you take that title, you are supposed to prioritise anything that truly risks the safety of the world over your own personal safety.

You prioritise the realm over your own narrow interests. If the mountain is moving to crush the people behind you, you don't step aside because it's 'wise' to survive—you stand your ground and break the mountain or die trying."

"..."

Becky opened her mouth to shout back. She wanted to scream that he was wrong, that he was a suicidal zealot who didn't understand the complexities of high-level warfare. But the words died in her throat. A sharp, localised pain flared in her chest—not from a wound, but from the sudden, suffocating weight of self-blame and regret.

Even if she hated the way he said it, she knew William was speaking the truth. She didn't know exactly when her perspective had started to shift, but she was certain that since meeting William, her entire worldview had been dismantled piece by piece. The comfortable "wisdom" of her elders now tasted like ash.

William didn't show her any mercy. He was being brutal on purpose. The trauma of his past life—facing the Fox monster alone with only his master and a handful of friends while organised, powerful forces hid in the shadows—fueled his current fire.

He held a deep, simmering grudge against the masters of the upper echelons. They had possessed the power, the resources, and the Mystic Arts to intervene. They could have weakened the Fox, or at the very least, provided the support his master needed to survive.

Instead, they had watched from their high towers, waiting for the dust to settle so they could preserve their own strength. William had no intention of letting history repeat itself. He was using Becky as his Trojan Horse, a way to force his philosophy into the heart of the very organisations that had failed him before.

"You were supposed to shield the world from hidden risks, but you preferred the comfort of the shadows," William said, giving her a long, silent look that spoke volumes more than his words ever could. He had said enough.