Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1476: The Way to Snatch the World’s Ownership!

This was his true ambition. From the moment he had identified the Medium World, his goal had shifted from sabotage to conquest. If he could hijack the world from those who made it, from the Mystic Arts monsters!

He wouldn't just be saving his world; he would be acquiring a trans-dimensional bridge that would remain invaluable even after his eventual ascension to the upper realm.

However, the path to hijacking was paved with impossibilities. To wrest control of this world from its original owners, William needed to infiltrate its very structural core and change its fundamental nature. Luckily, he already knew the true nature of this realm: it was built entirely on the Darkness element.

"To change the nature of a thing, you must introduce an opposing element," he mused. His plan was to plant anchors throughout the world that radiated elements diametrically opposed to darkness—specifically, his own Light and Lightning elements—while keeping them linked directly to his spirit.

To achieve this infiltration, he couldn't just bury raw materials or low-grade items. He needed to craft specialised gears—ethereal needles and spirit-conducting spears—capable of acting as conduits.

These items had to be able to store his elements within their structure while being continuously fueled by complex arrays and special formations. It was a task that demanded a pinnacle mastery of forging, alchemy, and formation arts simultaneously.

"The scale is the problem," he whispered, his eyes reflecting the orange glow of the forge. He needed thousands of these anchors, perhaps even more. Furthermore, he needed to defend them against the world's automated response, and above all, from the endless Scarlet Bears roaming this world.

"The best way of defence is by using illusions," he decided. He was pragmatic enough to know that brute force was a losing game here. Despite his wealth, his supply of upper-realm materials was finite.

Even if he emptied the storage rings of tens of thousands of masters, it wouldn't be enough to fortify his tools against the sheer, inexhaustible numbers of the Scarlet Bear tide.

If he used local materials, the bears would eventually tear through them. Therefore, the only viable solution was to make the anchors impossible to find. He needed to craft illusion formations strong enough to mask the intense spirit turbulence and the alien scent of light and lightning from the monsters' keen senses.

To add a final layer of security, he planned to create decoy zones—areas with high spirit activity but no actual strategic value—to draw the monsters' aggression away from his real work.

He wasn't naive enough to think the world's masters would leave him unattended forever. His limited actions had kept him under the radar so far, but once he began the actual takeover, the owners would undoubtedly notice.

"That means I must finish every preparation before I commence the takeover," he murmured. "Once the first needle is planted, the clock starts ticking."

William did not hesitate. He began unloading mountains of materials from his various rings. He sorted through ores from his home world and precious metals, herbs, potions, elixirs, gears, and materials from the upper realm, filtering them with a discerning eye.

He discarded the impurities and stored the essential components in high-grade rings, organising them for a marathon of production.

His first focus was alchemy. He began processing tons of herbs, potions, and elixirs, his hands moving in a blur while doing lots of tasks at the same time. These weren't for consumption; they were spirit-infusion agents.

Every elixir was heavily saturated with his Light and Lightning spirit power. And all he needed to do was to place a single drop of his blood, infused by his spirit power and elements, to make the connection.

By adding these concoctions to the molten ores during the cleansing, then the later moulding stage, he could ensure that the final forged anchors possessed the inherent power to suppress the darkness of this world from within, and slowly turn the control and ownership over to him.

As the first batches of herbs simmered and the ovens reached peak temperatures, William's mind remained active, calculating the variables. He worked like a man possessed, but one nagging question remained unanswered.

"The issue still remains," he said, his voice tight with focus as he stirred a glowing, gold-tinted cauldron. "I am operating in the dark. I still don't know exactly how large this world is, or how deep the core truly lies."

Around him, the fifty monsters stood like silent death guards, their red eyes scanning the swirling brown fog, their bodies flickering fast to kill any bear drawing close, while the guild master began the impossible task of forging a new destiny for many worlds.

He knew he had to produce more than enough equipment to seize control of this world, but as he was entirely oblivious to the true scale of the realm, he couldn't tell what amount would suffice. The calculation was a nightmare; without knowing the surface area or the depth of the core, he was effectively shooting in the dark.

"Screw it! I'll keep working until I exhaust every scrap of material I have!" William declared, his eyes burning with a resolve that matched the heat of his furnaces. He knew this conflict was the mother of all wars—the one definitive struggle after which no other great war would ever erupt in his homeland.

Once the terrifying masters orchestrating this apocalypse were dismantled, his realm would be safe, and his only remaining goal would be ascending to the upper realm.

With that finality in mind, he didn't hesitate. He poured everything into the production line. In the worst-case scenario, if his preparations fell slightly short, he would simply have to fight a few extra battles against the masters of his realm.

It was a prospect he met with cold confidence; if he could handle the environment of a Medium World, enemies from the upper realm, then he could handle anything else.

"Besides, I still have the resources of the underground city at Lara's place," he mused, hammer striking an anvil with a rhythmic, metallic ring. "If I ever find myself in desperate need of upper-realm components, I'll surely find them there."