Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1512: William’s Calling!

"It’s official then," Sara said, gritting her teeth in a mixture of frustration and grudging respect. "Our cold princess won’t fall easily. She found a way to bridge the gap. She will keep playing this game with us even when we reach the upper realm!"

Lina, usually the most stoic of the group, couldn’t restrain her laughter. She leaned back against a table, her shoulders shaking.

"Anything funny?" Ro asked, turning to Lina with a raised eyebrow. The other girls followed suit, looking confused by her sudden outburst of mirth.

"It’s just very amusing," Lina said, wiping a tear from her eye as she tried to control her laughter.

"Think about it. A game isn’t fun if you are playing it against a rookie or an idiot, right? We have the academy, the clans, the impact, and the city... Lara has the underground portal, but Anjie snatched the royalties of the world in her pocket. It means the upper realm won’t be boring at all."

"Tsk," Berry rolled her eyes, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "Yet she is far more dangerous than Lara! I’m glad we didn’t end up backing her up. Who knows what would have happened to us if we had headed there! We might have ended up as mere handmaidens to her empress delusions."

The girls knew they had made the right choice in the end. By standing together, they had created a balance of power that forced even the most ambitious players to respect their presence. And then, this Chapter of internal friction finally drew to a close.

A new page started, one written in blood and spirit fire. Every established power—the Scorching Lands City, Lara’s city, and Anjie’s Royal Coalition—began fighting for dominance, yet they all directed their primary fury toward the same target: the monsters.

As the three big forces took their final shapes, the entire world became their theatre. Without any formal agreement, the girls started a heated race to see which one of them could secure the most land, clear the densest monster tides, and save the most refugees. It was a competition of salvation, and the world benefited from their rivalry.

During all this, William remained blissfully unaware of the political storm he had sparked. He was simply focusing on his gruelling work in the Medium World.

He didn’t know that the simple orders he had given to Fang—intended merely to stabilise the refugee crisis—had resulted in truly reshaping his home world into something fresh, competitive, and entirely centred around the women he had empowered.

"Achoo! I swear, someone must be speaking behind my back!" William sneezed for the twelfth time in the last hour alone. He rubbed his nose with the back of a dirt-covered hand, and Bernard, who was standing guard nearby, couldn’t help but laugh.

"That’s undoubtedly true," Bernard said, his eyes scanning the horizon for any stray bears. "You are now the most famous master in our entire force. I can’t even begin to imagine how it is back in your world, but here among the Purgators, you are already a living legend. Every time you plant one of those needles and spears, the men look at you like you’re a god carving a new heaven."

"I hate flattery," William replied, rolling his eyes as he knelt to adjust the final touches of a massive array. He returned to his work, focusing on invading the heart of the world with his dual elements.

"I’ve covered nearly half of the world with my formations. Bernard, can you send a messenger back to my world? I have a task for my people."

"For what exactly?" Bernard asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "They must be in better shape by now. I’ve heard reports from the gate-guards that whatever you’re doing here isn’t just affecting this world; it’s reflecting great changes back at yours. The monster tides are weakening on the other side."

"I know," William said, laying another formation anchor before standing up. His gaze was fixed on the massive, swirling vortex of a nearby gate.

"And so it’s time to make the next big step. I need you to send word to the Fox Guild... Ask them to mobilise. I want an army of ten thousand masters from each faction.

They must be led by the faction leaders themselves— alongside the elite of the Aspire Academy and the Lockheart Impact. Tell them to gather their forces and come here to meet me in the Medium World as soon as possible."

"What?!!" Bernard was genuinely shocked. "Are you planning to attack us or what?"

That was the first thing that popped into his mind, making William erupt into a rare, genuine laugh.

"That’s silly," William said calmly, shaking his head. "If I wanted to destroy the Blue Purgators, what would be the point in everything I’ve done so far? I’ve spent long days saving your lives and fixing this world.

No, Bernard, I have a much more ambitious plan than a simple civil war. Just send the word back. They have a lot of stuff to arrange before they can move to the bigger stage through here."

"Sure..." Bernard was hesitant, the old soldier in him screaming about risks, but he finally decided to trust the youngster who had become his friend. He dispatched two messengers: one back to William’s world to deliver the summons, and the other to his own leader to inform him of William’s staggering request.

’It’s time,’ William thought. Aside from the surprised Bernard, William’s mind was racing ahead, calculating the next move on a colossal chessboard.

’It’s time to send my people inside these gates and see what truly lies on the other side. If my guesses are correct, then there are countless smaller worlds, like mine, trapped on the other side of each gate, being siphoned dry. It’s time to teach the masters there about the heroes who saved them... It’s time for my Fox Guild to expand through these worlds and unite them.’