Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master-Chapter 1529: The Fox’s Wrong Conclusion about William!

"I hope everything is progressing smoothly at your end," the Blue Purgators leader whispered, his gaze fixed on the silhouette of William in the distance. He truly hoped he could help, but he was a man of immense experience; he knew he had no place in such a high-level war occurring at the core of this world.

With a final, respectful nod toward the motionless youth, the leader turned around. He had a different duty now. He began coordinating his elite forces to sweep the entire world, clearing the remnants of the monster tide that had failed to reach the gates.

Between the roars of the dying stragglers, the sounds of celebration began to erupt from the Purgators’ ranks. For them, this was a grand victory, a miraculous escape from a trap they were certain would be their final resting place.

Away from the cheers and the clearing dust of the surface, William was locked in a gruelling, spirit-shredding clash against the Fox. Within the world core realm, the environment was a chaotic swirl of blinding white, intense violet, and oppressive black sparks.

The Fox had clearly sensed the catastrophic changes on the surface, the loss of its control over the world. Yet, instead of weakening its resolve, these setbacks seemed to add more fuel to its rage. It fought with a frantic, cornered ferocity that made every inch of gained territory a brutal battlefield.

"Still trying to regain control, tsk!" William’s avatar braced itself against a wave of dark pressure.

After almost an entire day of non-stop combat that would have withered a lesser spirit, William managed to snatch three more percent of the core’s space. He could feel the Fox’s grip slipping, the darkness becoming brittle under the relentless assault of his light and lightning.

"Don’t you realise that struggling only ends by accelerating my takeover of this world? Your resistance is just providing more friction for my elements to burn through. Come on, admit your defeat and let’s move on! You’ve lost the surface, and now you’re losing the core, and you’ve already lost this world."

As if his words had hit a resonant, painful chord inside the Fox’s spirit, the darkness suddenly transformed. Part of the darkness coalesced, twisting and rising until they manifested into a weird, pitch-black shape.

It was the true spirit body of the Fox, a colossal fox with nine tails that seemed to lash at the very fabric of space. It radiated a rim of weird light that didn’t illuminate, but rather seemed to absorb and devour every speck of power it touched.

"I can’t believe there is a rogue clone out there," the Fox spoke, its voice booming with a resonance that vibrated through the entire core. This was the first time the entity had addressed him with such direct, focused intent.

"I always spread my seeds across the myriad realms without caring about where they land or what form they take. Be it humans, monsters, or even the simplest herbs, they all eventually mature and end up as part of me. They are my extensions, my fingers reaching into the different realms. And yet..."

William was genuinely surprised to hear the line of thought from his deadly enemy. He paused his offensive for a microsecond, processing the implications. It was clear now: the Fox had mistaken William’s nature and origin.

Because of William’s spirit nature, the devouring ability, the darkness spirit element like the Fox, immense knowledge, his mastery of various elements, including the dual elements that countered the Fox, and his intimate familiarity with the Fox’s own tactics, the entity had reached a misguided conclusion.

It believed William was a seed or a clone that broke free from his control and somehow gained sentience, went rogue, and was now rebelling against its creator.

William could see the sequence of events that led the Fox to such a conclusion. To the Fox, no mere human from a lower realm could possibly possess such insights or share all these similarities with it unless it was a clone. Only something derived from its own spirit could be like this.

The Fox would never guess the truth, that William had returned from a future; it would never guess that it had killed William before and given him these remarkable similarities with it.

William never intended to correct this misunderstanding. He recognised this as a crucial, unexpected twist in fate. This mistake in judgment was a godsent gift; the formidable monster would now build its entire counterattack plan based on entirely wrong facts.

It would treat William as a rebellious part of itself rather than a human prodigy, leading its future strategies down a path of inevitable failure.

"But no matter what, I’ll always find a way to get your damn spirit portion to get devoured by me," the Fox continued, its nine tails whipping the surrounding light into sparks.

It felt like the Fox was already walking down the wrong path, and William had to exert every ounce of self-control not to laugh out loud at this precise moment. The irony was delicious: the master of deception was deceiving itself.

"Just wait and watch! I bet you plan to ascend soon enough, planning to use the help of those useless humans to get to me, to take a bite off me. So let me show you how futile your attempts are. Let me show you what happens to a shadow that thinks it can outshine the sun..."

"Just shut up already and fuck off!" William retorted, knowing that if he stuck to silence any longer, he would look more suspicious than he ever wanted. To maintain the Fox’s delusion, he had to play the part of the arrogant, power-hungry rogue clone.

"I need to take over this world and start devouring those petty clones of yours for myself! Why should you have all the harvest? I’ll take your realms, your power, and eventually your very aloof seat and dreams!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"You..." The moment William blurted out this fabricated lie, he felt the entire core tremble. The core shook with the Fox’s immense, ego-driven rage.