Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1506: Fang’s Worries!

William's face hardened, his voice dropping into a tone of absolute, chilling seriousness.

"After the end of the apocalypse, we won't stand idle. We will control most of the world's habitable land and possess the single most powerful master force in existence.

By the time things stabilise, if they haven't joined us, we will wage deadly wars against those who remain. We will end up sucking everyone under our new regime, whether they like it or not. The era of fractured human powers is over."

"That's... Quite domineering," the old master whispered, shaking his head in a mixture of fear and admiration. He looked at the youngster and saw a shadow of a conqueror that rivalled the legends of the upper realm. "But to be honest, after seeing what you've done here... You actually have what it takes to go that far."

"Fine," Fang said, though he struggled to keep the tremors of worry from his voice. He tried his best not to voice his concerns, but they were gnawing at him from the inside out.

He knew that asking a price to save lives might seem morally justifiable in a way, but what William was asking for was far more complex.

He was demanding that those who held the reins of power in the furthest, most desperate corners of the world willingly loosen their grip and abandon their status for the sake of their people's survival.

From Fang's long years of experience, those in power almost never thought of the masses they governed when their own prestige was on the line.

To them, losing their title was a fate worse than death; they were fighting the monsters just to keep their titles and ranks at the end of the day—even if that death was shared by everyone under their command.

Yet, as he turned and began the trek back toward the gate to his own world, the logic of William's words began to take root in his mind. He realised, with a heavy sort of clarity, that what the youngster said was undeniably true. The old regime was unfair; it was a stagnant, bloated failure that had been caught completely flat-footed by the Scarlet Bears.

He compared it to the Fox Guild. The excitement, the efficiency, and the undeniable success he saw within the guild's ranks were far beyond anything he had ever witnessed in any kingdom or academy or mighty clan in the world.

He knew the Fox Guild never mistreated anyone; it was a meritocracy that supported the weak while pushing the strong to be better. But that reputation was only known to a limited circle.

If those in power in the cornered parts of the world decided to resist William's plans, they could easily manipulate the terrified populace. They would twist the narrative, painting William as a tyrant who was using the apocalypse to enslave the world, even though he was the only one providing the spears and the portals to keep them alive.

"Don't overthink it," the old master said, interrupting the spiral of Fang's conflicted thoughts. The veteran from the upper realm sighed as he walked alongside him, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

"At the end of the day, those with the bigger stick always enforce their rules and ideologies over others. It has been that way since the start of our human-rich history. And from what I have seen so far, the Fox Guild has no equal and no rival in this entire world."

"I know, but the transition will be bloody," Fang muttered.

"Don't forget," the old master said, leaning in to give a piece of sincere advice, repaying the kindness Fang had shown him during their journey an hour ago.

"The world won't be the same after the end of this apocalypse. It can't be. All the big names and traditional forces will be deeply, perhaps even terminally, hurt. Meanwhile, the Fox Guild will end up growing far stronger than it ever was before!

Many will revolt, yes, but many more will succumb and join your cause out of sheer necessity. In the end, your Fox Guild will possess crushing power. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Even if every remaining force in your world joined together, they wouldn't be able to match your momentum. And what's truly brilliant is that the young prodigy read all of this in a mere half an hour! What a terrifying genius!"

The old master was genuinely, deeply impressed by William. The youngster had been presented with a logistical nightmare he hadn't even been thinking about, and on the spot, he had formulated a geopolitical strategy that would take most top-tier masters in the upper realm years to conceive.

He wasn't just solving a refugee crisis; he was founding an empire to rule the entire world after the apocalypse.

"It's settled anyway," Fang sighed, his shoulders slumping. "No matter what I or the others might think, he always ends up doing exactly what he wants. And the most frustrating part is that his actions always prove to be the right decision every single time. It's hard to argue with a man who is never wrong."

"See?" The old master laughed, the sound echoing through the emptiness they were walking through inside the Medium World.

"There is nothing to worry about in the first place! Believe me, having such a capable master is a rare blessing. You can enjoy your night's sleep with a peaceful mind, knowing he is doing everything for your favour and best interest. He's taking the burden of the villain so you all can be the heroes."

"That's indeed true, but still..." Fang trailed off. He was still worried about how the upper echelon of the guild—the girls who had grown up in these kingdoms and academies—might react when they heard William's instructions. He feared a rift.

However, Fang had drastically underestimated William's influence on all of them.

When he finally stepped back through the portal and into the war room of the Scorching Lands growing city, he delivered William's map and his orders with a hesitant breath. He expected shock, perhaps even a heated debate about the ethics of forced annexation. Instead, he was met with a chilling acceptance.