Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



But her wide smile and happy face told him there must be something behind such happiness. And yet he didn't care about the reason, "as long as they are coming here with a pocket world for each city, then I'm willing to help."

"Cool," Fonda was flying in sky seven right now, and William decided to ignore her. He went directly home, enjoyed a long sleep of three days straight without even waking up once.

He exhausted himself beyond his limits during this time, acting as if he was in the middle of a war. After he woke up, he ate a big and delicious meal, before going inside again and locked the door on himself.

He left the same strict instructions to not be disturbed and surrounded the entire room with arrays to prevent anyone spying or interrupting him.

"Time to arrange everything…" He copied tons of scrolls during the past months, and yet he never got the chance to work over them. He had to be quick, not only to avoid attention, but also to shorten the time needed to read through everything.

As he finally secured the place, he pushed aside everything once again, then started to take scrolls out in large batches.

He started by classifying the scrolls first by their content. He didn't copy anything related to the outer world and kept them to himself. All the scrolls he had were about the spirit world and the Mystic Arts.

Just going through everything he got and classifying them took days! He arranged the scrolls in different rings, with red colour for the Mystic Arts scrolls, and the purple ones for the spirit world's.

He ate and slept in the room for an entire month. During which, he got interrupted three times, each was just Fonda coming to tell him more good news.

News spread fast, and it seemed more and more cities were welcoming his gesture, accepting his offer, and sent lots of envoys over to the city.

William didn't say anything about all this, just stressed over his share of all this, his desired pocket worlds. On the third visit, Fonda told him that six cities' masters were already here, waiting for him to finish his things and come to do what he promised.

William gave her a two-week period as a time limit. He already arranged scrolls and started reading through them, further arranging the scrolls into groups speaking about the same topic.

Unluckily he never found a complete group of scrolls speaking about the same thing. And that left him with an incomplete set of scrolls, speaking about random stuff, without a single story being completed.

Yet he learnt tons of information about the two mysterious worlds, their habits, their way of life, their current situations at the time of writing these scrolls, and also their relation to the grand number of worlds.

"Hmm… I get the impression that all the worlds, outer and tiny ones, were once a single grand world that got shattered for a mysterious reason…" he muttered to himself after spending one more week after the last visit of Fonda.

There were few scrolls speaking about a world which was boundless, endless, growing continuously and expanding without any sign of stopping.

At first, he thought this was some kind of a joke, or perhaps it was a myth that one scroll was speaking about.

Yet when he found more scrolls speaking about such a weird era, he realised this wasn't a myth. He just lacked enough intel to see the grander picture, especially about something he never heard about before like this.

"It makes sense actually… All these worlds are connected to the outer one in some way, and there is other higher world above it… I recall that my master once told me about a theory, that all the shackles surrounding these worlds are all just sealing colossal formations, locking these worlds, imprisoning them and creatures living within…"

William started to recall different things he heard or read before, about myths related to the tiny worlds. And yet he still lacked tons of information to even make a wild random guess or something.

"Time to collect more scrolls then," William finally got out from his locked-up room. During the past month, he contacted Sloth twice, made sure they were ok, telling him that he was getting close to finding the exit from this world.

He just sent these messages and didn't receive any from Sloth. He didn't know if his team was ok or not, but as long as the scroll worked, he got a glimpse of hope about their wellbeing.

As for the mysterious Black Scroll he gained before, he tried to open it with no avail. Nothing worked, not even pure strength or many unsealing arrays stacking on top of each other.

He considered before adding these scrolls to the price tag of helping other cities. But as he didn't know the true value of these scrolls, he refrained from doing so, fearing he might lose out a lot by exchanging something like the pocket worlds with something useless like these black scrolls.

"At last, you came out," when he came out from the house, he found Fonda on her way in, "I was coming to get you out myself! There are sixteen city masters here, and more are coming soon enough."

"Don't worry, I'm going to work over these scrolls right away," he paused for a second before adding, "I believe they brought as much scrolls as you have in that library of yours, right?"

"There are even more than that!" she rolled her eyes, "there are sixteen cities! Each at least has as much as us, if not more!"

"Then we need a huge space to work in," William looked at the distant central royal region, "that place is nice, well protected and all, but it's narrow."

"Don't worry," Fonda seemed to have a solution already for this, "we agreed with them to use the library space underground. Not to mention we already spoke about how to do it."

"Like what?"